<?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-482174627982411654</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:03:36.742-08:00</updated><category term='earthworms'/><category term='cynical philosophy students'/><category term='misplaced optimism'/><category term='facism'/><category term='china'/><category term='oppression of good stories'/><category term='censorship'/><category term='google'/><category term='James'/><title type='text'>A life in the day of...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-3659684959737945636</id><published>2012-01-08T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:22:55.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Chicken Coop Plans</title><content type='html'>My big project of the year, actually of my lifetime (at least in the building category so far), was to build a chicken coop. Alexia talked about wanting chickens last year; I wasn't as thrilled. But, eventually I realized she really wanted them, and so I got on board. She called our borough, and they said we could have 5 animals. So, now we have one dog and four chickens.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry6jfdVZy8I/TwoL5rL9bVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RaqWzM_baSI/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2012-01-08%2Bat%2B4.32.41%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry6jfdVZy8I/TwoL5rL9bVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RaqWzM_baSI/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2012-01-08%2Bat%2B4.32.41%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695377764236750162" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first step was designing the project. I suggested we design it on the computer before putting it together in real life. Honestly, I wouldn't have a clue where to start otherwise. I also wanted to put together a design we could share with others, since most of the designs we found online weren't free. Alexia started working in &lt;a href="http://sketchup.google.com/"&gt;Google SketchUp&lt;/a&gt; and got the frame together. Since I'd be doing most of the building, I took it from there. She was the one who had checked out and read several chicken raising books from the library, so she served as my advisor for the project. I'd tell her what I was planning, and she would tell me about insulation, ventilation, height of roosts, etc. Designing the project took a while since we had to learn SketchUp, but I was happy with it. It is based on a popular design called the playhouse coop, which has &lt;a href="http://isthmushandyman.com/Chicken%20Coop%20Designs/index.html"&gt;plans&lt;/a&gt; available online. Making our own plans allowed us to customize the design. Our plans appear to result in a more costly and complicated coop, but the coop includes insulation, gives the chickens more room in the actual coop itself, and is customized for our automated feeding, door opening, and watering. But take a look at his plans if you aren't sure what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97uM_zogg8k/TwoFD725_MI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sZzN2BfKOBU/s200/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695370243929144514" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexia did some scrounging online and found some free wood. We borrowed a truck, broke the wood down enough to fit it in the bed, and brought it home. It saved us quite a bit of money since plywood is expensive, but we still needed to buy a lot of 2x4s. Then Alexia spent a lot of time sanding the wood to prepare it for sealing.  Eventually I had a 3 week break from school and started to hit this project full time. It wasn't long before I got the frame together. That was the easy part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml78HuZRAOM/TwoN3Zcp-nI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ePEYUfiFsA8/s1600/IMG_0920.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ml78HuZRAOM/TwoN3Zcp-nI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ePEYUfiFsA8/s400/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695379924138457714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After putting the frame together, I sealed it with a natural sealer. We wanted to go non-toxic since chickens have the tendency to peck indiscriminately and we'd be eating their eggs, however, in the end I'm not so certain this was necessary. All the surfaces available to the chickens (all 2x4s and the inside of the plywood when I put them on) were sealed with &lt;a href="http://www.afmsafecoat.com/products.php?page=4#46"&gt;AFM Naturals Clear Penetrating Oil&lt;/a&gt;. The rest of the plywood surfaces I coated with generic clear sealer from Lowe's. I like the non-toxic sealer, but it required a lot, and it was rather expensive (over $70 a gallon). I think I used over 2 gallons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OKsTZrFeCDM/TwoPx583IOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/TF3iMUJKxpE/s200/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695382028807512290" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then I started to cut the plywood and screw it on. This part was tricky since I had to do two of the walls in parts because my plywood pieces were not big enough. It was also a lot trickier because we were double-walling the sides and insulating. Some say this isn't necessary, but since we weren't planning on having a heat lamp out there and it gets pretty cold here, we wanted to play it safe. Alexia found some free insulation on &lt;a href="http://www.freecycle.org/"&gt;Freecycle&lt;/a&gt; that did the job nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YTsw2kVqi0/TwoQZe071hI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EjEgGnJQg4U/s1600/IMG_0932.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YTsw2kVqi0/TwoQZe071hI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EjEgGnJQg4U/s400/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695382708721276434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JwvCJnD7J_k/TwoSpe6J8aI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PSsUkUbqKHs/s200/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695385182644335010" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the plywood and insulation was placed (I sealed the plywood as I put it up) and the removable plywood floor was installed (works better in theory, as it's a little difficult to get it to slide out without scraping it clean first), I installed the roof. Our landlady had some corrugated fiberglass material that worked wonderfully. I secured it with screws that included rubber washers and caulked the seams. Then I improvised and made a roof cap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the enclosure, everyone up to snuff on chicken keeping seems to advise against poultry fencing and recommend hardware cloth. The problem is that poultry fencing doesn't keep predators out, hardware cloth does. Unfortunately, it is expensive. However, I designed the coop dimensions just right so I was able to get it done with one 50' roll. I then placed a larger mesh apron around the coop that I stapled down to stop digging predators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4fs4ACjY2I/TwoTQl5AP_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Qz5IFO-uW5w/s1600/IMG_0960.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4fs4ACjY2I/TwoTQl5AP_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Qz5IFO-uW5w/s400/IMG_0960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695385854533451762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtAdne3dmGQ/TwoWNIXZQCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G2OGd1MdNRQ/s1600/DSC01592.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fl3Yz9ob9hU/TwoYWuvAx4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/K7GHXsDfCg8/s1600/DSC01620.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fl3Yz9ob9hU/TwoYWuvAx4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/K7GHXsDfCg8/s200/DSC01620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695391457544816514" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's basically the bulk of the coop. As for the chickens' amenities, here's how they are living. They've got plenty of roosting area in the coop. The feeder is designed to hold a lot of food and is filled from a hatch on the outside. I only refill it once a month. The side of the feeder has a clear plastic window to indicate the level. The waterer is a 5 gallon bucket with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004NEIS1M/ref=wms_ohs_product"&gt;nipples&lt;/a&gt; screwed in to the bottom (used some teflon tape). For the winter I dropped a thermostatically controlled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0006U2FJ8/ref=wms_ohs_product"&gt;birdbath deicer&lt;/a&gt;. So far, it's been working beautifully. I also only need to refill this once a month. The chickens have two nesting boxes accessible from the outside for egg collecting. Oddly enough, I've noticed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xGpCVfEDVQ/TwoXtdqKm2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2hOxl7PXKRY/s1600/DSC01590.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xGpCVfEDVQ/TwoXtdqKm2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2hOxl7PXKRY/s200/DSC01590.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695390748586449762" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; that they are segregating themselves by color of eggs. Blue egg layers on the left, brown egg layers on the right. We've got latches on all the accesses, two windows that are secured with hardware cloth put have plexiglass windows you can slide in for winter. The coop has plenty of ventilation that comes out underneath the sides of the roof. We also have a solar panel which charges a marine battery. This powers a timer that opens a plexiglass door every morning closes it every night. The panel, timer, and battery are available &lt;a href="http://www.discounthomeautomation.com/solar-panel-timer-battery-kit"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and the motor is available &lt;a href="http://www.discounthomeautomation.com/Add-A-Motor-Chicken-Coop-Motor-AD20"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Finally, I installed a hanging CFL on a timer to extend the days in the winter by coming on at 3AM to keep the chickens laying through the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3alESkUTQ0/TwoZHwsTJPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PRRtq9Yx5qg/s1600/DSC01616.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3alESkUTQ0/TwoZHwsTJPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PRRtq9Yx5qg/s320/DSC01616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695392299883898098" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zAoaZUbskWU/TwoZhefZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAag/d5e8BaWE5AI/s1600/DSC01236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zAoaZUbskWU/TwoZhefZ1CI/AAAAAAAAAag/d5e8BaWE5AI/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695392741674570786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OzO-EcjdSY/TwoZ4ctkYWI/AAAAAAAAAas/06sRybBQ1nM/s1600/IMG_0948.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OzO-EcjdSY/TwoZ4ctkYWI/AAAAAAAAAas/06sRybBQ1nM/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695393136334102882" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF0o4UUWV9Y/TwoaPay9IaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0oT6jt7anew/s1600/DSC01388.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF0o4UUWV9Y/TwoaPay9IaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0oT6jt7anew/s320/DSC01388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695393530956816802" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This project took about 10 times longer than I thought it would. However, getting our first eggs was so rewarding. I think a lot of that had to do with all the work I put into it. Which is probably why I am the one that collects the eggs each day out of excitement (sometimes checking multiple times a day). We get 3-4 eggs a day, and the chickens seem happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cbsstdTGTw/TwoarpJV0QI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZzJJUUEMyYU/s1600/IMG_0960.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cbsstdTGTw/TwoarpJV0QI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZzJJUUEMyYU/s320/IMG_0960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695394015845142786" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_MHXpyo4TU/Twob8DeKLaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/k3hKILcyljo/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_MHXpyo4TU/Twob8DeKLaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/k3hKILcyljo/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695395397301317026" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can &lt;a href="http://sketchup.google.com/3dwarehouse/details?mid=7bda580574107bcf2c69fd9c57261a0&amp;amp;prevstart=0"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt; the model from Google SketchUp's 3D warehouse. You will need &lt;a href="http://sketchup.google.com/download/"&gt;SketchUp&lt;/a&gt; to view it. Let me know if you end up building it or have any comments, questions, or suggestions. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-3659684959737945636?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/3659684959737945636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=3659684959737945636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3659684959737945636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3659684959737945636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2012/01/free-chicken-coop-plans.html' title='Free Chicken Coop Plans'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ry6jfdVZy8I/TwoL5rL9bVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/RaqWzM_baSI/s72-c/Screen%2BShot%2B2012-01-08%2Bat%2B4.32.41%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7358408991768128711</id><published>2011-11-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:38:49.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliminate Fast User Switching by Using an Applescript to Toggle Preferences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alexia was a PC. I'm a Mac. However, when moving into our house after getting married, her PC bit the dust. So, eager to spread the gospel of Apple, I transferred her stuff over to my Macbook Pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, as productive as Hot Corners can be when you are familiar with them (me), they can be equally frustrating to someone who is not familiar with them, nor has any intention of becoming so (Alexia). I like to tap to click sometimes, she doesn't. I have switched over to the natural scrolling of Lion, she is still using the unnatural(?) scrolling of Snow Leopard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to make it work, I set up different profiles. While these allowed us to keep our individualized settings, it also had its drawbacks. Fast user switching is still not fast enough. You have to click on the name, select your name, type your password, and then wait for the cube to rotate to your profile. It was also a pain when restarting, because you were prompted for your password to confirm that the other user's programs would be terminated (also a problem if they had something open they didn't save). I also had a background program that would often crash while switching profiles. Finally, I have yet to figure the best way to share an iTunes library (and iPhoto is even worse). Permissions would always get wonky and the iTunes library file would be locked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I made all that change. I had never Applescripted before, so I relied heavily on piecing code together from here and there. The Frankenstein that I ended up with was exactly what I wanted. I have a quick application called Switch that toggles back between my "preference profile" and my lovely wife's profile simply by switching the individual preferences back and forth. Run it once, and it turns off Hot Corners, tap to click, and natural scrolling, while displaying a Growl notification that Alexia's profile is now activated. Run it again, and you're back to mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6RI_axczc/Ts3YFFT-csI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3rixqp-JPlU/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2011-11-23%2Bat%2B11.53.19%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678432287020970690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 112px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hot Corners are toggled using some code that edits the plist files. I borrowed this code from a script called &lt;a href="http://www.cheandazlina.com/?p=576"&gt;Lava Corners Switch&lt;/a&gt;. The Growl notification code is adapted from the &lt;a href="http://growl.info/documentation/applescript-support"&gt;Growl website&lt;/a&gt; (which I just noticed the other day is now in the Mac App Store. I declined to buy it because... how much more can Growl be improved? It gives me messages, that's great.). The toggling of the natural scrolling is implemented with UI scripting (so you have to enable access for assistive devices) and comes from commenter &lt;a href="http://stackoverflow.com/questions/7344012/automator-preferences"&gt;fireshadow52&lt;/a&gt; on stackoverflow.com. I added the tap to click toggling. And finally, the method testing to see if an app is running came from &lt;a href="http://codesnippets.joyent.com/posts/show/1124"&gt;CodeSnippets&lt;/a&gt;. Then I just grabbed a nice icon from the web and slapped it on there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get this running, copy the code into a new Applescript. Save it as an application and throw it on your dock. Set all your settings, and then run the application to toggle all of your Hot Corners off, and switch those other two trackpad settings. Obviously individuals will need to tweak the settings they want changed, and that will take some digging online. If you use it, let me know how it works. And if there is a better way to do any of this, feel free to enlighten me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a side note, it amazes me how much some people know out there. I'd like to think of myself as pretty computer savvy, especially compared to those I interact with daily, but my progress to this point can best be described as blindly stumbling for hours. The knowledge of some out there is very impressive. Anyway, I hope this helps. To me, this will be so much better than multiple logins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- List of properties for hot corners. Just set your hot corners and it will toggle back and forth between those settings and being disabled&lt;br /&gt;property tl : 1&lt;br /&gt;property tr : 1&lt;br /&gt;property br : 1&lt;br /&gt;property bl : 1&lt;br /&gt;property runs : 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if appIsRunning("GrowlHelperApp") then&lt;br /&gt;tell application id "com.Growl.GrowlHelperApp"&lt;br /&gt;-- Make a list of all the notification types&lt;br /&gt;-- that this script will ever send:&lt;br /&gt;set the allNotificationsList to ¬&lt;br /&gt;{"Switch Notification"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Make a list of the notifications&lt;br /&gt;-- that will be enabled by default.  &lt;br /&gt;-- Those not enabled by default can be enabled later&lt;br /&gt;-- in the 'Applications' tab of the Growl preferences.&lt;br /&gt;set the enabledNotificationsList to ¬&lt;br /&gt;{"Switch Notification"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Register our script with growl.&lt;br /&gt;-- You can optionally (as here) set a default icon&lt;br /&gt;-- for this script's notifications.&lt;br /&gt;register as application ¬&lt;br /&gt;"Switch" all notifications allNotificationsList ¬&lt;br /&gt;default notifications enabledNotificationsList ¬&lt;br /&gt;icon of application "Switch.app"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Indicate which user or profile is now running&lt;br /&gt;if runs = 1 then&lt;br /&gt;notify with name ¬&lt;br /&gt; "Switch Notification" title ¬&lt;br /&gt; "Profile Activated:" description ¬&lt;br /&gt; "User 1" application name "Switch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;notify with name ¬&lt;br /&gt; "Switch Notification" title ¬&lt;br /&gt; "Profile Activated:" description ¬&lt;br /&gt; "User 2" application name "Switch"&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end tell&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Stores existing hot corners as properties for next toggle&lt;br /&gt;if runs is 0 then&lt;br /&gt;set tl to do shell script "defaults read com.apple.dock wvous-tl-corner"&lt;br /&gt;set tr to do shell script "defaults read com.apple.dock wvous-tr-corner"&lt;br /&gt;set bl to do shell script "defaults read com.apple.dock wvous-bl-corner"&lt;br /&gt;set br to do shell script "defaults read com.apple.dock wvous-br-corner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Disables hot corners&lt;br /&gt;do shell script "defaults write com.apple.dock wvous-tl-corner -int 1; defaults write com.apple.dock wvous-br-corner -int 1; defaults write com.apple.dock wvous-bl-corner -int 1; defaults write com.apple.dock wvous-tr-corner -int 1; killall Dock"&lt;br /&gt;set runs_A to 1&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Sets hot corners back to existing values&lt;br /&gt;if runs is 1 then&lt;br /&gt;do shell script ("defaults write com.apple.dock wvous-tl-corner -int " &amp;amp; tl &amp;amp; "; defaults write com.apple.dock wvous-br-corner -int " &amp;amp; br &amp;amp; "; defaults write com.apple.dock wvous-bl-corner -int " &amp;amp; bl &amp;amp; "; defaults write com.apple.dock wvous-tr-corner -int " &amp;amp; tr &amp;amp; "; killall Dock")&lt;br /&gt;set runs_A to 0&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Initializes the trackpad preference pane&lt;br /&gt;tell application "System Preferences"&lt;br /&gt;set current pane to pane "com.apple.preference.trackpad"&lt;br /&gt;end tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell application "System Events"&lt;br /&gt;tell process "System Preferences"&lt;br /&gt;-- Toggles between natural scrolling and unnatural(?) scrolling&lt;br /&gt;click radio button "Scroll &amp;amp; Zoom" of tab group 1 of window "Trackpad"&lt;br /&gt;click checkbox 1 of tab group 1 of window "Trackpad"&lt;br /&gt;-- Toggles tap to click on&lt;br /&gt;click radio button "Point &amp;amp; Click" of tab group 1 of window "Trackpad"&lt;br /&gt;click checkbox 1 of tab group 1 of window "Trackpad"&lt;br /&gt;end tell&lt;br /&gt;end tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit application "System Preferences"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Keeps track of where you are at in the toggle&lt;br /&gt;set runs to runs_A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Call to make sure growl is running&lt;br /&gt;on appIsRunning(appName)&lt;br /&gt;tell application "System Events" to (name of processes) contains appName&lt;br /&gt;end appIsRunning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7358408991768128711?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7358408991768128711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7358408991768128711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7358408991768128711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7358408991768128711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/11/eliminate-fast-user-switching-by-using.html' title='Eliminate Fast User Switching by Using an Applescript to Toggle Preferences'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6RI_axczc/Ts3YFFT-csI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3rixqp-JPlU/s72-c/Screen%2BShot%2B2011-11-23%2Bat%2B11.53.19%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-936178382911316496</id><published>2011-10-06T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:20:18.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>I was really surprised when I realized how much Steve's passing affected me last night and today. Today seemed a little gloomy. I knew I loved my iPhone, iPad, and laptop, but I didn't realize that I had grown to look up to Apple's iconic CEO. Thanks Steve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-936178382911316496?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/936178382911316496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=936178382911316496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/936178382911316496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/936178382911316496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs.html' title='Steve Jobs'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-3104942961416885892</id><published>2011-09-27T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:21:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henny</title><content type='html'>When I lived in downtown Marietta, I'd often walk to the corner store for snacks. Halfway there, sat an old, shirtless, plump man on his porch. His name was Henny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henny would say some of the oddest things to my brothers and me as we passed. Whether he was merely enjoying the lack of accountability that often is afforded the aging, or was conducting his own social experiment, I never knew. Often I would be hailed as the "candyman" as I walked by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once while passing, he called out "Your mom's in the hospital!" By this time I had caught on to Henny, may have given him a nod or a half hearted "Oh," but just kept walking, quite confident that my mom was not, in fact, in the hospital. My confidence may have been bolstered by having just been at home minutes prior, and having seen my mom, unhospitalized. Regardless, he didn't fool me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, he passed away. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-3104942961416885892?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/3104942961416885892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=3104942961416885892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3104942961416885892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3104942961416885892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/09/henny.html' title='Henny'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2119639742725475505</id><published>2011-09-07T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:57:57.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach with my best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alexia and I went to the beach last Saturday, and it was great. I really enjoy car rides with her, cause it forces us to slow down, talk, and just spend time together, when the rest of the time it is so easy to get caught up in everything we are busy with. But man, wouldn't it be sweet when we can have our cars drive us places and we can just relax in the meantime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we brought Cinder. It was her first time to the beach, and it was a lot of fun watching her and Alexia play. She has had a little aversion to water since her first experience with us and water was when we had just gotten her, she was 4 months old, we took her to the park, she ran right out on the ice, and fell in. Alexia jumped in the freezing creek to rescue her. Speaking of which, I'm always impressed with how good she is with animals, of the human baby kind, or the pet kind. She does a lot of the work with Cinder, and also looks out for the chickens by making them delicious meals that consist of a bunch of scraps we have left over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Cinder's a little leery of water. But she has been getting better. She would walk out into the water a bit, but was scared when the waves would crash into their foamy whiteness. In fact, her most common response to this (other than running back towards land) was to bite the wave. It was adorable. Oh, and the best friend in the title is Alexia. Cinder's just my second best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMvWlCKa9Ts/Tmg8mioyPeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IataHt2qUfY/s400/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649832365366853090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2119639742725475505?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2119639742725475505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2119639742725475505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2119639742725475505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2119639742725475505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/09/beach-with-my-bestfriend.html' title='Beach with my best friend'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMvWlCKa9Ts/Tmg8mioyPeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IataHt2qUfY/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2903082453269215287</id><published>2011-09-01T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:04:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to re-web your own Chacos</title><content type='html'>My 5 year old Chacos which I purchased for 40 bucks had seen better days. The soles were peeling off. So I sent them in and got them resoled under the warranty for free. Yipee! It was then that I realized that the webbing was fraying through. I called to see if this was covered under the warranty, but they said it most likely wasn't. They needed to see them first.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not wanting to spend another $8 to ship them off, certainly not wanting to pay $36 bucks to have them re-webbed, and knowing that my brother had successfully re-webbed his own Chacos, I started my project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A torch, or matches, or some heat source to melt the ends of your webbing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About 10' 3/4" wide tubular webbing (costed me a little over a quarter a foot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A medium sized needle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strong thread (I had to go to Jo-Ann Fabric and Craft for upholstery thread)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A knife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scissors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures of the beginning and the end, and then how I did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNLRjRKPTMo/TmA4tsmYB5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/viASCVB0TJY/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647576290439989138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6plGE-mQCVI/TmA4t9ZMrcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8w0JhUu1XdU/s1600/IMG_0984.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6plGE-mQCVI/TmA4t9ZMrcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8w0JhUu1XdU/s320/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647576294948122050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4PR5RGVSrg/TmA4uN00cFI/AAAAAAAAAVc/1lSsKQ73h70/s320/IMG_0994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647576299358941266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Remove the bar tack stitching that connects the main strap to the inside heel riser (the ones between your feet, not on the outside). I just replaced the main strap as my heel strap and buckle straps were fine, as I assume most are. But those seem replaceable too, you just need to take off the chaco logo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bar tack stitch also has a straight stitch underneath. So I took a knife and cut the side to side bar tack stitch, and then pulled the thread out with my leatherman. Be very careful that you don't cut any of the heel riser webbing. Take your time so you are just cutting stitches. After the bar tack is gone, you need to cut the straight line of stitches holding the strap in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nP3ZyFMhxc/TmA_cfveU9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/6UwFQhWnJzQ/s320/IMG_0985.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647583691512107986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQNMnUGt3kw/TmA_cm4UaZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/oNkSySbvy_M/s1600/IMG_0986.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQNMnUGt3kw/TmA_cm4UaZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/oNkSySbvy_M/s320/IMG_0986.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647583693428255122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ePg25o2JR0E/TmA_c9HRCmI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O2Aop_PL4Sw/s320/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647583699396528738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cut the end of the webbing you just removed from the heel riser at an angle and fuse it with a torch. Cut the end of your new webbing complementary and fuse it as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7dUqyHJ9CM/TmBAd8wu82I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Be-wX3Qp9GA/s1600/IMG_0989.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7dUqyHJ9CM/TmBAd8wu82I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Be-wX3Qp9GA/s320/IMG_0989.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647584815993516898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Thread your needle and sew the two ends together well. You want to butt the ends together, not overlap. Make sure it is &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;secure. Otherwise the connection may break while it is being threaded through, and then you will need to cut through your sole to finish the repair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sew it together, I took 10 inches of thread, and threaded 2 inches through the eye of the needle. Don't tie a knot anywhere in the thread. Just sew 4 or 5 times through the smallest bite of webbing on a corner of one of the pieces. Once you have this anchor, just keep looping over that seam between the pieces. I went from one end to the other, and then back and anchored again like I did at the start. Then snip the pieces. You may want to double this if you aren't sure it is strong enough or if you don't have heavy duty thread (I'd recommend upholstery thread, which is 100% nylon and doesn't fray). Trim any protruding corners that may impede threading this seam through your sole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYmEyrZuRGM/TmBCLI-QfjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/198eqHcrhaM/s1600/IMG_0990.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYmEyrZuRGM/TmBCLI-QfjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/198eqHcrhaM/s320/IMG_0990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647586691877207602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Now pull, and pull hard. You need to pull your new webbing through the whole webbing pattern. You may need to find the right angle of pull so that the webbing moves and you don't tear your foot bed apart. Check your stitching after each pass so it doesn't fall apart on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sH1cDN4jp0c/TmBDRV_SwXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9Lc7zoOB2EQ/s1600/IMG_0991.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sH1cDN4jp0c/TmBDRV_SwXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9Lc7zoOB2EQ/s320/IMG_0991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647587897962054002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Now that it is all the way through, snip off the old webbing by cutting your new webbing at a right angle right after the seam. Fuse the end. You can now cut the other end of your old webbing and disconnect it from the buckle. Note how it is attached, because you will be replicating that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Sew your new webbing on the buckle like the old webbing was sewn. Again, thread the needle, pass through the same bite (as much as you can, you just want to concentrate your stitching on the smallest possible piece of webbing) several times, and do your best to replicate a bar tack stitch (what was there originally). With all the stitches in this project, I did it twice, with about two passes each. So I would anchor, go from one side to the other and back, anchor again, and trim the thread. Then I repeated the process. That way if one stitch breaks, you have a backup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz1Qzb0KNVw/TmBEo1cb7JI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-I3xfCb8T4k/s1600/IMG_0992.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz1Qzb0KNVw/TmBEo1cb7JI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-I3xfCb8T4k/s320/IMG_0992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647589401054407826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Now, put the sandal on your foot and adjust all the straps just like you normally would. Mark about where you should cut the other end of your new webbing, and cut it at an angle (it comes out of the heel riser at about a 45 degree angle). Fuse the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Slide the end into the heal riser, thread your needle, anchor, stitch two passes, anchor, trim. Repeat. You've finished repairing one sandal, now do the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxsNsnonGoc/TmBGF6lt5XI/AAAAAAAAAWc/COvTHNf7M7w/s1600/IMG_0996.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxsNsnonGoc/TmBGF6lt5XI/AAAAAAAAAWc/COvTHNf7M7w/s320/IMG_0996.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647591000163345778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Enjoy the re-webbing job that cost you under $10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty pleased with the result. My only complaint is that my new webbing is a little softer and floppier than my original webbing so it takes a bit more effort to put them on. The original webbing is tubular, but it looks like it may be stitched flat. It may stiffen up it time, or perhaps wax or a rosin could help it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you have any questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2903082453269215287?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2903082453269215287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2903082453269215287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2903082453269215287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2903082453269215287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-re-web-your-own-chacos.html' title='How to re-web your own Chacos'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNLRjRKPTMo/TmA4tsmYB5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/viASCVB0TJY/s72-c/IMG_0983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2152223747623418080</id><published>2011-07-19T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:43:29.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Seconds</title><content type='html'>-- The amount of time it took me to pause at the trashcan and decide that feeding the chickens my leftover chicken was not right. I threw it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2152223747623418080?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2152223747623418080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2152223747623418080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2152223747623418080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2152223747623418080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-seconds.html' title='2 Seconds'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-602376186537744519</id><published>2011-07-11T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:18:41.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drone</title><content type='html'>....and I got a Parrot AR Drone for our anniversary. It is pretty much awesome. Except for the fact that it is a little out of commission while I wait for repair parts:-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-602376186537744519?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/602376186537744519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=602376186537744519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/602376186537744519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/602376186537744519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/07/drone.html' title='Drone'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1331712515999058142</id><published>2011-07-11T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:12:54.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens</title><content type='html'>I'd say two posts in one day, but technically my last post was started yesterday. Alexia and I currently have 17 chicks living in our basement bathroom. There are 5 Cuckoo Maran pullets that lay a dark brown egg, 4 Ameraucana pullets that lay blue/green eggs, and 8 Rhode Island Red (we think) roosters that were included in the box to keep the girls warm during the shipping process.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my three week school break working non-stop building a chicken coop. I'll put up some pictures when it is finished. But the end goal is a 5x8 coop to keep 4 hens in for egg laying. The funny thing is we don't eat many eggs, but I guess we will learn to. You can blame this all on my wife to, she's from Portland:-). No, it has been fun. I originally wrote "really" before "fun" but took it away because it has been hard work too. But fun hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1331712515999058142?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1331712515999058142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1331712515999058142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1331712515999058142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1331712515999058142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/07/chickens.html' title='Chickens'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2878883399858933756</id><published>2011-07-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:07:55.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure what to title this</title><content type='html'>As the title says, I'm not really sure what a good title would be, or what this post is really about. It is just late on a Monday night, and I am procrastinating going to bed. I logged on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; (seems weird to capitalize the F when it seems to usually be lowercase in their logos), and it was weird.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was weird to see that people still do stuff on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure why, but I guess for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; jumped the shark a while ago. In fact, logging on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, each time I've written it, I've had to go back and capitalize it... no more) will someday feel like logging on to AIM and seeing that some people from high school still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, it is funny, because in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IMed&lt;/span&gt; a lot. And then I did a little bit before I went on my mission, but once I came back, it felt like I think of the past. But then Google Talk came along, and we all sort of got suckered into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;IMing&lt;/span&gt; again, without even realizing it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IMing&lt;/span&gt;. At least I didn't. And yet, here I am, logging into Google talk, eternally "busy." But mainly busy because I don't feel like I have time in my life to allow my time on the computer to be dictated by someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; desire to talk. Similarly, when I message someone on Google Talk, it seems forced, and I worry that I am interrupting or wasting their time. But, apparently other people still find time to get on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I find that so weird. It feels kind of sad though. It's as though I went to a party, and it was great for a while, but then I had to leave, and then hours later I still see and hear the party going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been frustrating trying to keep up with friends. I say trying to, but really it is more like trying to try to keep up with friends. I don't know what happened to my life, but perhaps getting married and being in dental school have something to do with that. And I love being married, and I usually like school, but somewhere along the way, my life became, not incompatible, but less compatible with staying in touch with people. Just yesterday I talked to my brother Caleb for the first time in months. I found out he had been dating someone for the last year. I didn't know that. I get in touch with my mom every few weeks. But friends are even harder. I've had emails in my inbox that I have been meaning to get back to, and I will some day, for months, if not half a year. Jana, a friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; who lives in Germany, yeah, I'll get back to her. Brad, I got your email in April, it's still in my inbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My inbox is another frustrating thing. I've got things that people send me, that I some day want to look into when I have that free day that never comes, but I just never get around to it. And when I finally do have a free moment, I find something else to occupy it with. So my inbox has become like a cluttered desk, where you keep everything on the top because you want easy access to it, and fully intend to get to it someday, but instead it becomes this disorganized mass that every once in a while undergoes the process of prioritizing, where things lower on the priority just get bumped (like I will likely not read articles you send me, as interesting as they look), and other things higher on the priority but not high enough to be a priority, get relegated to the back of the line to one day be addressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, all of my life has become this poor juggling act. Instead of all the balls being in the air at the same time, however, I throw one ball up really high (like I deep clean the house), and while that is in the air for it's brief moment of glory, I find the next ball that has been sitting on the ground the longest, and I chuck it high (I finally read through all my brother's emails since I emailed him last on the mission, and I reply). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging itself has been something that I have been meaning to do for so long, but I never get around to it. If I could blog mentally, that would be great, because I'd blog a couple times a week. I always think, "This would be interesting, I should blog about this." Doesn't happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to friends. Sometimes I get bummed and feel like those I'd grown close to in the past no longer think about me or care to keep in touch. But then I realize that some do, Nathaniel's been trying to get in touch with me for a while. And then I think that maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; life is like mine. Is this the common path we've all found ourselves on? Does anyone have leisure time anymore? I really do want to keep in touch with my friends though. I think about people a lot. And often I think about getting in touch with people. But heck, I just checked the mousetrap in the attic two days ago, that I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; had to have had a mouse in it (and it did), and had been sitting there for probably 4 months. And the only reason why I did check it, is because I had to go to the attic for another chore. All along I had this nagging thought that I needed to check the trap, but somehow I really never got around to it. The most I could do was hope it was choosing the path of dessication and not decomposition, which it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you are a friend of mine, which you probably are since you are reading this, know that my absence of communication and apparent lack of ambition in staying in contact is not reflective of my feelings toward your friendship. It is just a product of my life, and me not knowing how to manage it yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is interesting too, that I have this unfailing hope, almost confidence, that some day I will have caught up with things and life won't be busy anymore. Often times, that hope keeps me motivated and working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what to do to improve my communication with my family and friends. I find it difficult to make friends of the same closeness as I had made at BYU or throughout high school, and so I do value them, but at the same time it seems like an impossible task to go through life and keep in touch with everyone you want to. Maybe I will post more, and this will serve as my communication to you friends, at least those of you that read this, and you can respond in comments. Maybe I will join Google+ and feel much less overwhelmed by the sheer number of "friends" to communicate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the questions I have are these... Do most people feel as unable to truly manage their lives and stay on top of things, including communication, as I do? Do they not keep in as good contact as they would like to as well with their family and friends? If so, who the heck is on facebook still? Another trend I've noticed is that the introspective blogging of yesterday has turned into the family newsletter. Which is fine, as I think about blogging what Alexia and I are up to as well. I just don't know whether blogging as a whole has become less introspective, or whether it is just a reflection of the life stages my friends are going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it feels good to write again. I feel like I've become a less social and outgoing person since I've come to Pittsburgh, and I sometimes wonder if it isn't related to not blogging. I find myself keeping to myself more often. Perhaps blogging kept the pump primed for me when I used to do it more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to blog more often. I hope some people still read this:-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2878883399858933756?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2878883399858933756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2878883399858933756' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2878883399858933756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2878883399858933756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-sure-what-to-title-this.html' title='Not sure what to title this'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7208059699106161071</id><published>2011-05-23T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:56:22.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that smell?</title><content type='html'>I just walked past someone on their smoke break (in front of the med school, but that is an irony I have gotten over by now) watching a gas leak unfolding in the street about 25 meters away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked away quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7208059699106161071?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7208059699106161071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7208059699106161071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7208059699106161071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7208059699106161071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that smell?'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4158675380215105009</id><published>2010-11-23T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:23:03.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sig Figs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From the Sydney Morning Herald:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;The north's military ''will continue to make merciless military attacks with no hesitation if the South Korean enemy dares to invade our sea territory by 0.001 mm'', it said in the statement carried by the official news agency. ''It is our military's traditional response to quell provocative actions with a merciless thunderbolt.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure what North Korea would better benefit from, a lesson on significant figures or minimizing the use of hyperbole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4158675380215105009?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4158675380215105009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4158675380215105009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4158675380215105009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4158675380215105009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/11/sig-figs.html' title='Sig Figs'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1871763909734653164</id><published>2010-07-17T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:33:05.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Public DNS and Hulu</title><content type='html'>Usually my computer literacy helps. This time it hurt. I have spent the last couple hours trying to diagnose why Hulu hasn't been able to load videos lately. It has been spotty here and there. Oddly enough it loads the ads just fine, but today it just failed when loading the show, every single time. So, after I dismissed my conspiracy theories about Hulu trying to boost their ad views, I... I don't know what I did. I guess I called Comcast, complained, had them reset my connection twice, bypassed the router, realized it would work bypassing the router, and then somehow ended up two hours later realizing that using Google's Public DNS was the problem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had set up my Airport connections to use 8.8.8.8 and 8.8.4.4 as their DNS (those are Google's DNS IPs), however, I hadn't set my ethernet connections to use them. Somehow I managed to realize that it wasn't the router (after restoring to factory defaults), but that it was the DNS. I'm actually still impressed with myself for determining that and not getting carried away with my other possible solutions which included buying a new router and more drastically cancelling Comcast and switching to Verizon. But switching back and forth between Comcast's DNS and Google's DNS proved that for some reason Google's DNS was breaking Hulu for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it will be interesting to see if the intermittent 2 minute blocks of no internet connectivity followed by a return to connectivity were also DNS-related. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye-bye Google DNS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1871763909734653164?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1871763909734653164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1871763909734653164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1871763909734653164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1871763909734653164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/07/google-public-dns-and-hulu.html' title='Google Public DNS and Hulu'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-334746800587408513</id><published>2010-06-17T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:56:58.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new de-stressor</title><content type='html'>SpongeBob. I've been watching an episode or two every day. I think everyone's got 11 mins for a little sponge in their day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-334746800587408513?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/334746800587408513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=334746800587408513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/334746800587408513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/334746800587408513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-de-stressor.html' title='My new de-stressor'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2015019887284089504</id><published>2010-06-04T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:57:34.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/TAlotPxHHfI/AAAAAAAAASs/-LN2Ndc_Zvc/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-04+at+16.56+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/TAlotPxHHfI/AAAAAAAAASs/-LN2Ndc_Zvc/s400/Photo+on+2010-06-04+at+16.56+%232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479025548208840178" 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/482174627982411654-2015019887284089504?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2015019887284089504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2015019887284089504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2015019887284089504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2015019887284089504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-different.html' title='Something Different'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/TAlotPxHHfI/AAAAAAAAASs/-LN2Ndc_Zvc/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-06-04+at+16.56+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5212023714612190434</id><published>2010-05-10T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:14:20.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men is not real</title><content type='html'>Favorite line in my genetics text so far:&lt;br /&gt;"Mutation and mutant, however, are never used to refer to human beings who carry mutant alleles."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5212023714612190434?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5212023714612190434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5212023714612190434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5212023714612190434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5212023714612190434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/05/x-men-is-not-real.html' title='X-Men is not real'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7805318246359502214</id><published>2010-04-23T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:24:14.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>Just moments before I woke up I had Michael Scott from the office explaining how I could be a better producing dentist by just drilling and filling, even when there wasn't a cavity. It was actually pretty amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7805318246359502214?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7805318246359502214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7805318246359502214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7805318246359502214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7805318246359502214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4759574247223202736</id><published>2010-04-23T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:25:37.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Edition: Gmail-style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Found this in my inbox today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;FROM AGD  HEADQUARTERS .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BREAKING NEWS – ALIGN DROPS INVISALIGN  CASE START REQUIREMENT!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;On &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June 2, 2010&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Align Technology Inc. announced  its Invisalign® Proficiency Requirements...." (emphasis added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. I'll let you know if I get any clues into the relevant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4759574247223202736?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4759574247223202736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4759574247223202736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4759574247223202736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4759574247223202736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/04/early-edition-gmail-style.html' title='Early Edition: Gmail-style'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-8274269376478657398</id><published>2010-04-22T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:23:26.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half birthdays are awesome!</title><content type='html'>Especially if you don't know it is your half birthday and you have an amazing fiance that gets you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/S9EuxDeM4EI/AAAAAAAAASk/qP7WivgwET4/s1600/IMG_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/S9EuxDeM4EI/AAAAAAAAASk/qP7WivgwET4/s320/IMG_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463199243257569346" 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/482174627982411654-8274269376478657398?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/8274269376478657398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=8274269376478657398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8274269376478657398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8274269376478657398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/04/half-birthdays-are-awesome.html' title='Half birthdays are awesome!'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/S9EuxDeM4EI/AAAAAAAAASk/qP7WivgwET4/s72-c/IMG_0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2904513119065582989</id><published>2010-04-20T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:00:28.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>My friend James had a sleep document that he shared with me on Google Docs. He would mark when he went to bed and when he woke up. Then he had some formulas that showed how much he slept, his 3 day average, and a few other stats. The most interesting part of the document was where he recorded his dreams. Hopefully he won't mind, but here is a quote from the document:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did dream that I was trying to  figure out the modes of an oscillating drum head. I found that they all  canceled one another out in the classical model used by most  physicists, but later concluded that this wasn't right. A girl from the  JC (K) assured me that it was, in fact, right to say that all the Bessel  functions had canceled one another out and summed to zero. I was  feeling quite pleased with myself for having figured out something so  technical in my sleep. Half awake, I still believed that I was right.  All the way awake, I realized that I was very wrong: of course they  don't cancel out! That's why they teach you that model (though the modes  are Bessel functions of the radius, r, they don't sum to zero in  general no matter how many terms you add)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another entry describes his sleep the previous night as "Really didn't feel too great, was delirious during church, didn't nap though." I particularly like that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James no longer updates this document. Which is quite unfortunate, because I really did check it often, as I am sure the other 4 viewers did as well. In fact, I loved checking his sleep blog, just for the dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been having some wack dreams. Actually, I don't think they are that weird, I think it is just the fact that I am remembering them. I have no clue why, but for the last week I have remembered about a dream every night. I am almost tempted to start a dream doc like James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are a few tidbits I can remember. Last night I remember that I saw someone's belly button, but it was in the wrong place. It was offset to the side about 6 inches. And that's it, that is all I remember. The other day I had a dream where I was naked (a little embarrassing), but it also was a little groundhog dayish. The same series of events kept happening over and over. Last night I remembered flying around in the sky and that I was going to be living in a world similar to Narnia. I think someone was writing a book about me that I was going to live in. Akin to James' dream about physics, I've had numerous dreams about my teeth. They are rather frightening in fact, I've woken up several times since being in dental school relieved to find that I still had a full mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been other dreams that I've forgotten. But perhaps the most striking one was a few days ago. I was being crowned king over a sizable constituency. I don't remember many other details, but I do remember how I felt. It was amazing. Completely, utterly, amazing. In fact, it was so amazing that it scares me a little. I've never thought myself a power-hungry person, but perhaps I should putting my monarchical resume out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how real the feelings in dreams seem. James, I implore you, start the sleep doc again. As for anyone else, got any dreams you want to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2904513119065582989?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2904513119065582989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2904513119065582989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2904513119065582989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2904513119065582989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4198818182662312981</id><published>2010-03-10T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:51:14.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a slacker</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I haven't blogged in over a month:-). There have been a few things on my mind though. Some just random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did my taxes and I found out that although education credits were typically nonrefundable in the past, this year it is partially refundable up to $1000. That's cool! Now I need to figure out what to do with another thousand:-). Anyway, Anthony, I believe we were discussing this the other day and you were right. I stand pleasantly corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have realized that I am sort of a hypocrite. Part of me hesitates in trusting other dental students in my mouth, but then again, I hope people trust me when I start working on patients. But, I do have an appointment tomorrow with a friend in third year so I guess I am not too bad... Except it is just a cleaning:-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have kept that old picture up of me on the right as a sort of motivation. I even had it up when I had short hair, but now my hair looks pretty much like that again. Sweet huh? I can't wait till it gets to the tip of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been beautiful lately. Well, that is partially just relative to how it was before that which was pretty miserable. But really it has been nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are pretty much my thoughts for now. I will try to post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4198818182662312981?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4198818182662312981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4198818182662312981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4198818182662312981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4198818182662312981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-slacker.html' title='I&apos;m a slacker'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-9162650140531402295</id><published>2010-02-03T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:40:23.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Vaguebooking&amp;amp;defid=3736098"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Vaguebooking&amp;amp;defid=3736098&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-9162650140531402295?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/9162650140531402295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=9162650140531402295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/9162650140531402295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/9162650140531402295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-it.html' title='Love it'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5266270274208836906</id><published>2010-02-03T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:53:49.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leatherman and a Paperclip</title><content type='html'>As you can tell from the title, Alexia and I are engaged. We're both really happy. We don't know when or where, just that it is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I don't have time to expound on the matter any more right now, but school doesn't slow down for love. I'll try to find some time soon and be more thorough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5266270274208836906?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5266270274208836906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5266270274208836906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5266270274208836906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5266270274208836906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/02/leatherman-and-paperclip.html' title='A Leatherman and a Paperclip'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4252426769335440775</id><published>2010-01-08T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:37:20.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's thoughts</title><content type='html'>- Being in a program where you where the same clothes everyday (blue scrubs) makes it dangerously easy to not change for 30 hours. Don't worry, showering is next on the agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think someone called me "Doc" for the first time today. A man outside the school seemed to have said to me, "Take care Doc." Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taking tests and working with your hands are two very different skills. Today I felt woefully average while carving my ivorine block. It was humbling, but I ended up doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If your drain is not working well and has not been working for months, there may be two knives stuck in the trap. Those don't go down well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have an amazing best friend with whom I am very much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Correct grammar is wack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4252426769335440775?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4252426769335440775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4252426769335440775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4252426769335440775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4252426769335440775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2010/01/fridays-thoughts.html' title='Friday&apos;s thoughts'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2525135586433389838</id><published>2009-12-16T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:44:55.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved?</title><content type='html'>I just saw this flier (which I just read is the more correct spelling when choosing between flyer and flier) in those junk bundles that you get each week. It was talking about the first change to "Our beloved Lincoln cent" in 50 years or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved? Really? I doubt that. In fact, I don't like pennies. I don't like them because they epitomize what is wrong with coinage, which is that they carry a really bad value-to-weight ratio. So, I don't know about anyone else, but I am calling their bluff. And while I'm on it, I am also not sold on their business model of taking 8 new pennies, shoving them in a cardboard sleeve, and then charging $2.97 for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the grand scheme of schemes, that one's not even diabolical. There is no subterfuge there, which incidentally is probably why it is legal. Maybe I should head outside with a sign that says "Give me $297 dollars and I will give you 8 beloved one dollar bills back. And here's some bonus cardboard to put them in so you never use them."&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2525135586433389838?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2525135586433389838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2525135586433389838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2525135586433389838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2525135586433389838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/12/beloved.html' title='Beloved?'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7610120804533167703</id><published>2009-12-14T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:38:49.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gum fiend</title><content type='html'>I just bought $42 of gum... Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7610120804533167703?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7610120804533167703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7610120804533167703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7610120804533167703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7610120804533167703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/12/gum-fiend.html' title='Gum fiend'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5693730568690036120</id><published>2009-12-14T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:50:27.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Seduction</title><content type='html'>Okay... years ago I bought this cd on my mission from a thrift store. It was one of those Pure Moods cds. I don't remember which one. But it has some okay songs. However, this cd has two problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The cover art that comes up in iTunes is wrong. I don't know why, but it just is! And trust me, it is just a little embarrassing when you are using your &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" leohighlights_keywords="iphone" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Diphone"&gt;iPhone&lt;/leo_highlight&gt; in landscape mode and are flipping through album covers and this image keeps popping up. How do you explain that? Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SyZF9644HeI/AAAAAAAAASU/prHI4TOzhg8/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-12-14+at+9.02.00+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SyZF9644HeI/AAAAAAAAASU/prHI4TOzhg8/s320/Screen+shot+2009-12-14+at+9.02.00+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415092532041752034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) One of the songs on it is from the Exorcist (according to one companion). Okay, I just did a search and not only is it from the movie, it is the theme song! Seriously? That song, along with the acoustic version of the X-files theme is now leading me to two conclusions. First that this cd is really not that good of a selection. 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Seduction'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SyZF9644HeI/AAAAAAAAASU/prHI4TOzhg8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2009-12-14+at+9.02.00+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-6869346466844491951</id><published>2009-12-12T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:51:26.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fail</title><content type='html'>Really, I feel like a schlep for not having blogged in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, I'm finishing my first semester in dental school, am studying for finals now, and also starting dating an amazing girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do better. Promise.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-6869346466844491951?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/6869346466844491951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=6869346466844491951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6869346466844491951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6869346466844491951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-fail.html' title='I fail'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2541522340992362260</id><published>2009-11-02T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:36:29.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Egg Wonder</title><content type='html'>That is the name of this awesome little pan I found while rummaging through cupboards the other day. It has never been used. But it looks awesome and I am going to use it after this blog post. Isn't it awesome looking? Totally teflon. In fact it says "Non-stick inside and out." I am still trying to figure out what would be sticking to the outside. The beauty if this pan is that the other week I was frying an egg in a way large pan, let's call it the "ten egg mediocre" pan in honor of this naming schema, and as I was trying to contain egg white from running everywhere before it congealed, I thought to myself, "This is a pain, I wish I had a better pan." Crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/Su9eHA1v1eI/AAAAAAAAASE/fY0q2d3HXkY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/Su9eHA1v1eI/AAAAAAAAASE/fY0q2d3HXkY/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399637952818042338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, I was reading the warning label on the back, trying to see if it came with directions, because oddly enough frying an egg is a difficult thing for me to do. But guess what crazy fact I found about pans and the fumes they emit when overheated. Stop guessing, cause you won't get it. I'll just tell you. They harm exotic birds! Here it is, straight from the label with my commentary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently Asked Questions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[I wonder how they define "Frequently." And where are these pan connoisseurs gathering with their queries? I highly doubt any question based around a pan could be considered "frequently asked"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: If the cookware is accidentally overheated, will there be hazardous fumes? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[I hadn't even thought of this question, so it is good someone knows more about pans than me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Any material overheated at a high enough temperature will emit fumes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[I think I would beg to differ with that point. What about water? That is more of a vapor than a fume. But, I like their logical setup]&lt;/span&gt;. Fumes from overheated non-stick ookware will not adversely affect humans or household pets, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[At this point I'm thinking, okay standard answer, nothing to write home about. But then they slam me from left field with this curveball!]&lt;/span&gt; with the exception of certain exotic birds &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Wow! How did they ever find out that? Props to T-Fal for throwing a bunch of exotic birds and teflon pans in a furnace together. Major props.]&lt;/span&gt; Users should observe good cooking practices and never allow non-stick cookware to overheat. For safety, always keep birds in a well-ventilated room away from the kitchen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; [I feel like they need to qualify this suggestion. Because, I've got a bunch of birds, actually the tender loins of birds, frozen in a very poorly-ventilated and very cold space inside my kitchen. Technically, I am not following this instruction but I'm going to break protocol on this one.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off to cook an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap! I just tried to call T-Fal to get the scoop on how they figured that out. Turns out, they have very generous customer service hours from 8-5:30 EST, and they take the last call 5 minutes prior to closing. And unfortunately, I was calling at 5:29. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2541522340992362260?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2541522340992362260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2541522340992362260' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2541522340992362260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2541522340992362260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-egg-wonder.html' title='One Egg Wonder'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/Su9eHA1v1eI/AAAAAAAAASE/fY0q2d3HXkY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-461071650893562505</id><published>2009-10-28T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:13:15.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Calendar in Menu Bar OS X</title><content type='html'>Okay, so really, this post is almost exactly the same post as on &lt;a href="http://theappleblog.com/2009/04/22/how-to-put-google-calendar-and-tasks-in-your-menu-bar/"&gt;theappleblog.com&lt;/a&gt;. However, their instructions won't get you the most functional calendar (the navigation is sketchy). So I thought I'd review how I was able to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what? Well, today I got frustrated with the fact that iCal and Google calendar do not always play well. Specifically, on my Google calendar I have an all-day event every school day called "Assignments" which is a summary of what is due that day, and what lectures are being given. Because this event was created originally as a repeating event and later modified so that it was no longer a part of the series, it doesn't sync correctly with iCal. Actually, it did until about two days ago. Then something broke. So now, iCal merely has every "Assignment" event every school day, with nothing more than the generic template I used to set up the original event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here was my setup: Google Calendar is my primary calendar. It syncs (along with GMail which no one told me is now push) with my iPhone. My Macbook Pro had iCal syncing with Google calendar. However, I don't like the interface of iCal, and didn't want to be bothered to browse to a new calendar each time I wanted to review my schedule. So I used iSlayer's&lt;a href="http://islayer.net/apps/organized/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://islayer.net/apps/organized/"&gt;Organized&lt;/a&gt; dashboard widget which seems to be the best way to access iCal quickly. And then to add events to iCal (which would then push to Google Calendar and then my phone) I would use a nice natural language parser widget &lt;a href="http://smellypuppy.com/wp/?page_id=29"&gt;QuickCal&lt;/a&gt; which recognizes phrases like "Dinner tomorrow with Jon at 3pm for 60 mins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it all broke. To be honest, I had been having problems with the events I added through QuickCal making it from iCal to Google Calendar. It would give me an error and delete my event on the next sync. But as of two days ago, my repeating events refused to sync to iCal as separate events, so I threw it all out of the window. Now there's a gaping hole in my dashboard, and my dashboard is a whole lot less useful. Because this is what I have going on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SujlzY8ku_I/AAAAAAAAARs/U6G6dnRdThs/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SujlzY8ku_I/AAAAAAAAARs/U6G6dnRdThs/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397816824436145138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I discovered the amazing world of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/fluidapp.com"&gt;Fluid&lt;/a&gt; and Site Specific Browsers. Basically, it is a stripped down browser window that is dedicated to one site. So now I have an icon for GMail, Google Reader, and Google Calendar. They even support badges. The only problem I have right now is that it lacks support for multitouch gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/Sujm2CuAkwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gxN7CYv20oY/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 40px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/Sujm2CuAkwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gxN7CYv20oY/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397817969520710402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, that is all fine and dandy, and setting those up is pretty straight forward. Make sure you use "&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader/" title="http://www.google.com/reader/"&gt;http://www.google.com/reader/&lt;/a&gt;" for your badges to work on reader. But I still hadn't solved the problem of having a quick reference to my schedule without going into Google Calendar. So here is how I made a menubar application for Google Calendar using the iPhone mobile version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Download &lt;a href="http://fluidapp.com/"&gt;Fluid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Unpack, drag into your applications folder, and run.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick a name like "Menubar Cal" and use the URL "www.google.com/calendar/gp?source=mog&amp;amp;gl=us" (This is the only real step that differs from the link I used. The theappleblog article references a more generic mobile version that didn't give you any way to go back without right clicking and selecting back)&lt;br /&gt;4. Use an icon from &lt;a href="http://csi.nfshost.com/goodies/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Click create.&lt;br /&gt;6. Launch your new creation.&lt;br /&gt;7. Click on the "Menubar Cal" dropdown, and then "Convert to MenuExtra SSB..."&lt;br /&gt;8. There you have it, a fully functional iPhone Google Calendar in your menu bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip for the Fluid apps: You may want to install a few userscripts by going clicking on the script icon in your app and then "Browse Userscripts.org" and searching for and installing:&lt;br /&gt;-"Fluid Gmail Growl" - Gmail: Gives you grow notifications for new messages. Currently the only solution I have to get up to date gmail notifications since Google's notifier is quite laggy.&lt;br /&gt;-"GMail without Ads" - Gmail: Self explanatory&lt;br /&gt;-"Today's Date Dock Badge for Fluid" - Calendar (desktop verson): Adds a badge for the current date to your dock item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll also want to go to Preferences for each app, and then Behavior Preferences, and check the checkbox for "Only hides the window" next to "Closing the Last Browser Window." This will let you Cmmd-W out of your Fluid apps, but keep the badges, growl notifications, and date badges coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Here are the URLS I used for my Fluid Apps:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/calendar/render&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.google.com/reader/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I have now found a better solution. Instead use the URL "http://www.google.com/calendar/ig" which is the url for the iGoogle calendar widget. It displays a nice monthly calendar, shows you your agenda, formats your event notes with newlines (main complaint with the iphone version), and includes the equivalent of the QuickCal language parsing widget. Woot! Here's a screenshot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SukGALiLqCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/F5PXTNnha_s/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SukGALiLqCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/F5PXTNnha_s/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397852228546177058" 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/482174627982411654-461071650893562505?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/461071650893562505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=461071650893562505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/461071650893562505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/461071650893562505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/10/google-calendar-in-menu-bar-os-x.html' title='Google Calendar in Menu Bar OS X'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SujlzY8ku_I/AAAAAAAAARs/U6G6dnRdThs/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-6909265217604759500</id><published>2009-10-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:11:33.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just lived a mentos commercial</title><content type='html'>Scaife is one of the medical buildings here at Pitt. They have these escalators that go down 3 flights to the library. There are also elevators, but students accessing the library are supposed to use the escalators and leave the elevators for those accessing the 7 or so floors above. Anyway, the last escalator going down has been broken and blocked for a week. And you can't see it from the floor you come in on, so you usually end up hoping it is fixed (how complex can it be?) and going down 2 flights of escalators, only to find that you can't get down to the library. Then, because the stairway system doesn't have any access to the library (there is a sign telling you to use the escalators), you end up looking like an idiot waiting to use the elevator for one floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I took the gamble as always. I came in, took two flights of escalators and BAM!, dead end. I went around to the escalator going up from the library to my floor, only to see a couple people on it. So I had to turn around and act like I had just "remembered something" and that I wasn't really going to try to run down the up escalators they were using properly. By the way, I really hate turning around and doing a 180 in front of people, cause I worry what they are thinking of me. Like, are they thinking "That guy is so indecisive, why was he just heading down the block that way, and then he turned right around and went back where he came?" Or maybe they think I am forgetful. They probably don't think anything. I guess I'm not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stand in front of the elevators with another guy in the same situation and wait for the elevator to come. I wait. I wait... I get impatient. I turn around to glance at the up escalator again. The other guys knows what's going through my head. I wait. I glance. I go, turn the corner, and doublestep down the up escalator to the other guy's fading chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things were missing. 1) A pack of mentos. 2) Direct eye contact with that guy once I made it all the way down, accompanied by a gender-preferentially ambiguous smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was classic. Too bad I went in the library and headed for a study room, only to see him a few paces behind me. At least I got my exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-6909265217604759500?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/6909265217604759500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=6909265217604759500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6909265217604759500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6909265217604759500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-lived-mentos-commercial.html' title='I just lived a mentos commercial'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2931857068919101223</id><published>2009-10-15T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:23:31.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chesterfield</title><content type='html'>I love Chesterfield Rd. Why? Because I left my house this morning at 7:57 and got to class at 8:01 by foot (feet? I did use both...) And then I finished our training session at 9:10 and made it home to blog, get back to what I was doing this morning before waking up, and study before I have a meeting at 12:00pm. A meeting which, if you were wondering, will require me to leave at 11:56am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am staying on Chesterfield, despite the concerns about finding new roommates. Craigslist has been finding a few potential guys so far, including one who just may be a professional Boxer named Muhammed Ali. But... only if he went back to school to become a doctor and needs a place to stay while he does an internship here. Anyway, I love Chesterfield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2931857068919101223?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2931857068919101223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2931857068919101223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2931857068919101223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2931857068919101223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/10/chesterfield.html' title='Chesterfield'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-395810802493734934</id><published>2009-10-14T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:18:20.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day has been made</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sharelink"&gt;After spending a week and a half in the library, with nights till 1 and 2 AM studying, and mornings starting at 5 AM before tests... I came home after doing well on my histo test to be greeted by this delightful comic. I think it is funny... but it might just be because I am going to be a dentist. Is it funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qwantz.com/index.php?comic=1572"&gt;http://www.qwantz.com/index.php?comic=1572&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-395810802493734934?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/395810802493734934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=395810802493734934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/395810802493734934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/395810802493734934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-day-has-been-made.html' title='My day has been made'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-6690976676597265667</id><published>2009-10-10T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:40:28.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the 'Burgh</title><content type='html'>I told a friend today I didn't feel local enough to use the term 'Burgh. But there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is great. It is interesting. In some ways it is a lot simpler than undergrad. There is almost no reading, and for one that was always particular about doing the reading in undergrad, that is very liberating. However, the tests are a bit tougher... kinda. I mean, I study more for them. But I'm okay with that. In some twisted way, I really like spending 9 hours of my day today sitting in a library learning about histology. Sometimes I feel like I am going crazy, but the love of learning comes in to focus here and there and I realize how awesome education is. So yeah, I love dental school. BYU was great, but it doesn't compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has been consuming much of my life. I have a Biochem test Monday, a Histo test Wednesday, a Dental Anatomy test in a little less than 2 weeks and a Microbiology test in a little over 2 weeks. Then a couple papers, another Biochem test, a take home Stats test due, a group presentation, and some other stuff, all before Nov 3 I believe. And then I think I get to breathe. But for some reason, maybe the lack of a very well developed social life, I feel like I'll be able to get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been interesting in other ways too. We had a roommate move in for a week, and move out today. I think I am going to have to move in a couple months. My life also has become this social experiment in complete transparency in friendship/relationships due to a few very frank conversations. It is interesting. I guess, a little like playing pokers will all cards showing? Plus, in some areas of my life, I don't really know what I am doing. I probably just need to figure out what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe the transparency in my life has come at the cost of some transparency in this blog. That last paragraph was pretty vague. But that's kinda been my life. I used to share everything with friends in Utah. But now, while I still share a lot with some friends, I don't really have the type of friendships that I once did, at least not here at Pitt. So I've had to adjust to being a little more private of a person? Sometimes it kills me. I feel like I am going to burst at my seems if I can't share what is on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I get back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-6690976676597265667?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/6690976676597265667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=6690976676597265667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6690976676597265667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6690976676597265667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-in-burgh.html' title='Life in the &apos;Burgh'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5560544192353713013</id><published>2009-10-06T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:52:15.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results?</title><content type='html'>I thought that was called practice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5560544192353713013?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5560544192353713013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5560544192353713013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5560544192353713013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5560544192353713013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/10/definition-of-insanity-is-doing-same.html' title='The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results?'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4607693884113439846</id><published>2009-10-01T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:03:08.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think...</title><content type='html'>that there would be a market in 1.5% milk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4607693884113439846?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4607693884113439846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4607693884113439846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4607693884113439846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4607693884113439846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-think.html' title='Do you think...'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-948237578736028368</id><published>2009-10-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:55:14.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I just saw a picture of a guy hugging a monkey. It rekindled childhood desires of owning my own &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Lion_Tamarin"&gt;golden lion tamarin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just started my campaign to have someone name their child after me. With as many friends as I have pregnant, and as gender-neutral of a name as mine, let's hope I have success. But Badgers, know that you are my top pick and the only couple I have personally (through your blog) asked. Oh, and it will also be royalty-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting much lately. I realized yesterday that I posted a lot last month, and not a lot this month. Then I got to wondering if my posting frequency is proportional to the lameness of my social life and inversely proportional to the number of friends I have living near me. Maybe. I looked back over the couple years of this blog and didn't see any patterns. Although I think my social life has been relatively stable, aside from moving across country. I was going to write some sentence comparing the move to Pittsburgh with the burning of a forest and the new growth allowed, but then I realized that would be like comparing my friends to old trees and imagining them on fire. Forget I thought of that analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been several times I've been tempted to post, but am concerned at how public my blog is. At one point, I didn't like to it from my Facebook account. It is hard to balance the desire to be open and share thoughts with others, with the need to be sensitive and consider that I don't really know who is reading my blog. So... I don't know. I'll have to think about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going great. I love it. I really do. I love learning to work, rather than learning to apply to dental school. It is so purposeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to call bingo at the old folks home and carve pumpkins tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate got teargassed last week. The following night I got a text from Pitt saying "The condition in Oakland may be deteriorating. Please stay nearby your residence." I got curious and went down to see the action. So I'm not sure if that message worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go for my rotation in dental hygiene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-948237578736028368?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/948237578736028368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=948237578736028368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/948237578736028368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/948237578736028368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-6946125328171540358</id><published>2009-09-22T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:47:47.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Dream</title><content type='html'>I wanted to clarify that the "Ahhhh" title of the last post was a relaxing one, not a screaming frenzy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I love life. I love that I am doing things in dental school that I will do in my career. It is really an odd experience. I love that I am in Pittsburgh. I love that I have some great friends already here. I love that I did well on my tests. Things are just going really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a way of update, dental school is cool. It really has been very manageable. So far more manageable than undergrad. I think part of that is because we have a set schedule almost every day from 8 - 5 rather than one with all these holes in it. About 2/3 of our class time is devoted to basic sciences or dental classes. The other 1/3 is clinical rotations, sim lab work where we use typodonts (fake torsos) to practice skills, or waxing lab where we make wax teeth. The ironic thing is that they take our teeth, grade them, and then throw our little pieces of art out so we can't sell them next year's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Biochem test was super easy compared to any test in Chem 481 at BYU. Let's hope it stays that way. Histology was tricky, but overall still not bad. I think I did end up spending a good 20 hours studying for it though. But it was our one midterm (block class) so that's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was running for vice president when we were voting as a class, so I threw my name in and ran unopposed. So did the positions of secretary and treasurer. I thought it was odd. I would have thought that more people would have run if only to increase their chances of getting accepted into a specialty program. But then again, I'm not so sure that too many of my classmates want to specialize. I think everyone is just trying to make it through these 4 years. But, I am excited about being VP. I hope that I can help our classes and the classes that will come after. We had a advisory counsel lunch yesterday so it was nice to meet other student leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've got 25 credit hours of class. It doesn't feel like it adds up as BYU credits though. There is very little reading this semester, which is really nice. The work load seems manageable. Classmates seem helpful and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most frustrating thing so far has been this "conflict of interest" policy the whole university has. Basically, we can't accept any free gifts from corporations. So, $50k a year, and no free Sonicare :-(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-6946125328171540358?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/6946125328171540358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=6946125328171540358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6946125328171540358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6946125328171540358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-dream.html' title='Living the Dream'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7861605187122765708</id><published>2009-09-22T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:12:32.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I jokingly told two friends of different ethnicity that they were being racist. I'm not sure how, but I think that in some way makes me racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered the funniest comic strip. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qwantz.com/index.php"&gt;Dinosaur Comics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going great. It is nice because I don't really have reading to do since I don't have books for most of my classes. In fact, half of the classes don't have an assigned book. So powerpoints it is for me. Anyway, other than the fact that I spent the last week studying for my Biochem and Histology tests, school really is great. I took those tests yesterday and today and did really well. So, I'm not complaining. It seems like it has been less stressful than BYU, but we'll see if that keeps up. I'm sure there will be some intense weeks. But I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. Life is great. Just living the dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7861605187122765708?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7861605187122765708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7861605187122765708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7861605187122765708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7861605187122765708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhh'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-9146002633543437330</id><published>2009-09-18T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:37:15.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know there was an alternative</title><content type='html'>I read a headline yesterday that said "Uninsured have 40% higher risk of dying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Just a ridiculous statistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-9146002633543437330?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/9146002633543437330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=9146002633543437330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/9146002633543437330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/9146002633543437330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-didnt-know-there-was-alternative.html' title='I didn&apos;t know there was an alternative'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1327917260867442752</id><published>2009-09-08T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:24:33.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life has been interesting. I still don't know what to make of it, so I am just going along with it. Maybe I will never know what to make of this period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is interesting because it is such a huge transition. After being out in Utah for a few years in undergrad, I finally had to take the next step of my life. In Provo I didn't keep the same friends the whole time, but transitions were gradual. Even when I moved to Alta, I moved with Barney and into an apartment where I knew most of the guys from the BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this move was different. Surprisingly it hasn't been as hard as I expected. I haven't been as depressed as I thought I might be having to leave all of my friends. The new ward I've moved into is pretty nice. I've made friends with several people here and so that has been positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself trying not to look back too much. I struggle with the tendency to be nostalgic, but I've tried to get over that during this transition. It is sad though, because I almost feel as though I have turned a corner and am giving the past over to the forces of mental entropy. I still want to be friends with those I've grown close to over the years, but I also recognize that there is a great physical distance between us and it feels as though that places certain limitations. Also, about half of the close friends I have out here are married. Even that difference in life situation sets up a bit of a barrier, at least in the pursuit of the type of friendship I feel like I am missing right now. So sometimes I feel alone. My close friends from years past are in Utah and have other lives to live. Many of my friends here have families that are very justifiably their first priority. So, I find myself longing for a friend here that I can confide in and just spend hours with. I need someone that I click with. But I've found in my life that one of those type of friends will come along every year or so. I can't hold my breath. But hopefully I will find a friend like that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, there are some really great people here. Interestingly enough, moving away from Utah has also caused me to be more willing to get in contact with and maintain friendships with friends who had moved away from Utah earlier. I guess now that instead of facing the option of socializing with friends in town or out of town, they are all out of town. I don't know if that made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am liking it here. It is exciting to be in a professional school. I was wearing my scrubs and white coat today and doing a rotation in the emergency clinic with the 4th year I am paired with, and when I was interacting with the patient it hit me that I am almost a dentist. People now treat me much more like a dentist. Especially because some of those I interact with don't know how far I am in school. So, it is exciting to feel more and more like a dentist. I feel kinda important as I walk to and from campus in my scrubs. Lame? Maybe, but oh well :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I spent about 12 hours putting all of my syllabuses into Google Calendar for myself (about 7 hours) and then modifying it for my class with their alternate schedules (the other 5 hours.) Then I sent it to everyone. I was surprised at how grateful people were. It made me feel good to help so many people, even if it does make me feel a little awkward getting all these "Thank you's" at school. I've toyed with the idea of running for Pres too, just because I've served in a lot of leadership positions like that and so I feel comfortable in that role. So, I would probably have a good chance, but I will still think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. Life is kinda weird. I'm on my way to being a dentist, I'm making completely new friends, and I'm in a brand new place. I hope you all know that I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1327917260867442752?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1327917260867442752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1327917260867442752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1327917260867442752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1327917260867442752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1470275612418009314</id><published>2009-08-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:38:03.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental School Orientation</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I read people's blogs, and I have a hard time getting through the posts. I get bored easily with some posts that are too travelogueish. So, I don't mind if you skip my posts that seem like that. But for some reason I've been thinking a bit lately about blogging as an act of giving back to the online community. I've searched a lot in the last few months to find people's experiences with PRK or starting dental school, and I've really appreciated those who have blogged about their experiences. So, you may notice a few posts that aren't intrinsically interesting, but are rather me trying to be of use to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been orientation for the University of Pittsburgh School of Dental Medicine. The first couple days were the official orientation, while today and tomorrow are just lectures by different specialists in the school showing you what they do. The first two days were pretty boring actually. However, it was nice to get to meet other people in my class. There are 4 other LDS guys, all of them married. So I think I am one of the only, if not the only, single LDS guy here at Pitt Dental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two days included a lot of common sense stuff, campus safety, school policy, etc. Most of the powerpoints dragged, except for the IT guys. I almost couldn't keep up with that one. They were very efficient. But today was really cool. We had professors and a resident lecture on orthodontics, endodontics, oral surgery, pathology, and anesthesia. It was interesting that several of the specialists haven't touched a handpiece in decades. For example, the anesthesiologist, pathologist, and surgeon obviously don't treat cavities, even though they are dentists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said in the past that I am not really planning on specializing. However, the lecture on oral and maxillofacial surgery was pretty amazing. After 4 years of dental school you either do a 4 year residency or a 6 year program that includes med school. But as an oral surgeon you can repair cleft palates, reconstructive trauma surgery, jaw surgery to correct facial geometry, and even cosmetic plastic surgery (not too much interest there). There were tons of slides showing surgeries with bone being excised, screws and plates putting broken pieces back together, and large areas of skin being pulled back to allow access to the skull. It would be a long road, but I think it would really cool. So, I'm not sure if I would really want to specialize, but today definitely piqued my interest. I'll keep my options open, and my grades up. If three years go by, I'm still single, I have the grades, and I feel like I can hack 5 or 7 more years of school, maybe I will look into oral surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the orientation, it has been pretty boring. I've been a loner out here. My two roommates are gone the rest of the weekm so I just hang out by myself, get online, or go biking and explore town. The class is having a party tomorrow night so I may drop by and see what non-BYU parties are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is pretty good. I just need to make some friends out here that aren't married* and want to hang out after school. I went to the Book of Mormon study group the sisters put on tonight. That was cool but there weren't many people there. I am going to call BINGO tomorrow for the rest home. Other than that, I don't have much planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Quinns and the Westovers are an exception to this statement. They are great. I've hung out with the Quinns a couple times and the Westovers had us all over for dinner for Cafe Rioesque Salads! Without reservation, Joseph and Lisa are some of the most amazing people I have ever met. They have been so welcoming to me. I love their family. Their little girls and one boy are adorable. I like going over there and playing with them. They will have to be my surrogate nieces and nephew while I am away from my four nephews in Utah. Anyway, I hope they take me up on my babysitting offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is this post as boring as I think it is? Be honest. It isn't really my style, but I dunno. Maybe people are into knowing what is going on in my life:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1470275612418009314?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1470275612418009314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1470275612418009314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1470275612418009314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1470275612418009314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/dental-school-orientation.html' title='Dental School Orientation'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4856007230511163850</id><published>2009-08-25T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:49:17.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooo Georgia! I mean.. No...</title><content type='html'>I'm not really old enough to pull the "when I was a kid" card too often. But when I was a kid, 1460 was a downright respectable SAT score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the news:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Georgia's average score on the SAT college admissions exam fell for the third consecutive year, according to results released Aug. 25, 2009.&lt;/p&gt; The state's results dropped by six points to 1,460.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my mouth:&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days. I guess 1600 just wasn't good enough for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4856007230511163850?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4856007230511163850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4856007230511163850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4856007230511163850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4856007230511163850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/gooo-georgia-i-mean-no.html' title='Gooo Georgia! I mean.. No...'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-3282064767067868456</id><published>2009-08-24T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:00:01.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just found $1500 and I'm keeping it</title><content type='html'>Okay, so... not really. I mean, kinda. Effectively...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just forgot that I had paid $1,500 deposit to Pitt Dental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting about money and remembering it is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-3282064767067868456?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/3282064767067868456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=3282064767067868456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3282064767067868456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3282064767067868456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-found-1500-and-im-keeping-it.html' title='I just found $1500 and I&apos;m keeping it'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-8228355730654028564</id><published>2009-08-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:21:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 12:1-3</title><content type='html'>In my studies this morning I was studying "forsaking" in the index. I found a few verses that referred to "crossing" oneself and followed the cross-references (haha). I knew what the essence of crossing oneself meant. Especially since it referenced verses admonishing to take up one's cross. But I didn't really know the etymology. So I ended up on these verses and they really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;span class="smallcaps"&gt; I beseech&lt;/span&gt; you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.   &lt;div class="verse"&gt; &lt;div id="rom/12/2" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   2  And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt; &lt;div id="rom/12/3" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   3  For I say, through the grace given unto me, to every man that is among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 1 it gave me some clues as to what crossing oneself might mean. It is obviously a reference to Christ's cross if it is indeed related to phrase "take up your cross." But even then, what does that mean? What did Christ do on the cross and how do we do the same? Wasn't the purpose of Christ's suffering so that we will be spared through repentance? Tell me what you think, but I wonder if it is an admonition to do as Christ did by sacrificing his flesh for Heavenly Father. So is it a call for us to sacrifice our natural man for our Heavenly Father? Is that crossing ourselves? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked how frankly we are told in verse 2 that we should not conform to the world, but transform ourselves and renew our mind. It is easy for me to conform to the world. But by renewing our minds we can receive a confirmation of her perfect God's will is. I suppose this means that by keeping our standards, we will understand better God's plan and see its wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But verse 3 may be my favorite. I was surprised at how straight forward it was. I struggle with pride a lot. I've done well at a lot of the things I've attempted and have a competitive nature, so my nature has become quite prideful at times. I sometimes struggle with a natural tendency to look down on others, to criticize, to make fun of others, and it really bothers me. But I need to recognize that all my accomplishments are only because the Lord has blessed me with talents and the means to accomplish what I've set my mind to, the mind he's given me. Sure I've worked hard, but I've worked hard only because He gave me the ability to work and be committed. Really, I have accomplished nothing of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these verses motivate me to become a better person, to be more unspotted from the world, to be humble and stripped of pride. I've decided to start looking for the blessings in my life and writing down three good things that happen each day in an effort to be happier and more positive. I also am trying to set weekly goals for self improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any tips? How do you conquer pride? How do you transform your mind? How do you cross yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-8228355730654028564?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/8228355730654028564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=8228355730654028564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8228355730654028564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8228355730654028564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/romans-121-3.html' title='Romans 12:1-3'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7646794916930569618</id><published>2009-08-21T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:23:26.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRK</title><content type='html'>I guess I never really blogged about this, but since I've read plenty of other people's experience online, I might as well add to the wealth of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photorefractive_keratectomy"&gt;PRK&lt;/a&gt; on my left eye which was -1.75. My right eye is 20/20, but not great (possibly because I cut the cornea with a knife as a kid). My left eye was 20/100. But since my right eye was good enough, I usually didn't wear glasses. So, this meant I just dealt with blurry vision out of one eye because I could get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I wouldn't have the money to get the procedure in dental school, that Barney had gotten it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9izoSh8URdE"&gt;done&lt;/a&gt;, and that if something bad happened to my eyesight in the procedure at least I hadn't taken any loans out for dental school yet and could switch career paths, I decided to get the procedure done before dental school. My surgery was on July 16. It was quick and painless. The day after was also painless. Days 2, 3, and 4 had some pain but nothing debilitating. It wasn't bad because I could close one eye and leave the other open. It would have been awful had I gotten both eyes done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision was better the day of the surgery, and then a few days later started to get worse. I had some serious ghosting going on which is just when you see a double image because of the astigmatism formed as your eye's epithelium heals back. Although this was normal, I was a little worried because I had this ghosting until about 4 or 4.5 weeks after the surgery. It was annoying seeing multiple copies of text. In fact it was sometimes very difficult to read. It also was annoying to see bright lights in multiples. Most people online seemed only to have ghosting for 3ish weeks, although some had it a lot longer. Reading about people's experience online is a little scary because of who gets on. When I was having trouble with my vision I read forums for hours about PRK experiences. However, now that my vision is pretty good, I don't read them at all. So, basically, the people that are posting in forums about PRK are doing so because they are having issues with their vision after the procedure. It makes the online accounts of PRK and any other medical procedure very biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my vision really started clearing up after I stopped taking the Omipred (steroid drops). I'm not sure if there was a connection or if my eye just was healing. I think it still has a little bit of improvement yet to be realized because I can see a bit of ghosting still, but I can't complain. I am seeing better in my left eye than my right. So I'm getting 20/20, if not better. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention it, but I got my procedure at Hoopes Vision in Sandy, Utah. They have a lot of experience, the surgeons are rated in the top 10 by Forbes, and they have what seems to be a nice selection of equipment. However, I'm not completely wowed by them. I feel like they've dragged their feet a bit in setting up my comanaged care out here in Pittsburgh. They also are a little salesish with their pricing, but they did match the price of $1,725 for my eye when I mentioned I had a friend that got it done at that price. So, yeah, I would recommend them because I think they do a good job with the procedure which is what's important, but they are still a business so don't let them jerk you around. Overall, I'm really glad I got it done. It is nice to be able to see crisply and not worry about glasses or a contact being needed to see the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have any questions, feel free to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7646794916930569618?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7646794916930569618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7646794916930569618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7646794916930569618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7646794916930569618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/prk.html' title='PRK'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5110693696251845017</id><published>2009-08-21T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:36:41.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as of Aug 21 2009</title><content type='html'>So here I am, sitting in my room in Pittsburgh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7EbTBLoWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/j598PP87Vug/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7EbTBLoWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/j598PP87Vug/s200/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372447378740322658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I left Utah on August 8 to make the drive east. What a long drive! Since I left in the afternoon I only made it to North Platte, Nebraska. That first day's drive wasn't too bad. But it continues to amaze me how big this country is. In the paraphrased words of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFcIH2tK2iM&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=AE5538A408A10EC1&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=14"&gt;Robert Michael Jack&lt;/a&gt;, "This country's ... way too big!" I couldn't figure out how to work the bureaucratic system of signing in to the state park campsite, so I gave up and ended up sleeping in my car in the church parking lot. Sunday I made it to somewhere in western Indiana. I splurged and stayed the night in a hotel &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7Ebp2cYhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pPA05aNd7pQ/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 0px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7Ebp2cYhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/pPA05aNd7pQ/s200/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372447384869298706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(queen bed was nice after a night in my driver's seat). Then Monday I came in to Marietta, PA. It was nice to finally be done with driving. But I was pleased with the fact that I did it in 3 days. I was also pleased with the fact that all of my possessions that I had out at college fit into my trunk and backseat. It rained so much the whole trip though. And I'm talking driving rain with some hail mixed in. Probably about 50% of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent a few days with my family in Marietta.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7EcGfgPhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G-xK34aH6x0/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7EcGfgPhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/G-xK34aH6x0/s200/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372447392557710866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day Jon, my mom, and I went geocaching. It was a tricky find! I also went and biked on the trails that I grew up biking on. That was fun. It was amazing that they all seemed pretty much the same. I was kinda impressed with some of the crazy trails we went on. I also crashed and ended up "fixing" my wound with a bit of superglue. Another day I hung out with Mark Hershey, met his girlfriend, and ate dinner with his family. I also took a day and went up to NYC with Sharon, Anthony, Mary, and Barney. We saw Central Park, the Apple Store, Ground Zero, The Phantom of the Opera, Times Square, The Statue of Liberty from afar, and ate Pizza! It &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7Ecs5mTrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/phB4xugp1Rw/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 0px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7Ecs5mTrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/phB4xugp1Rw/s200/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372447402867707570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was a lot of fun, even if I was a fifth wheel. The next day the gang and I went to Hershey's Chocolate World which was also a fun touristy thing to do. My family also went over to the Kollers' and had dinner with homemade ice cream. Our family was old school and had a hand crank which outperformed their robot cranked one. We were done in half the time. Chalk another win up for humankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great hanging out with my family. Jonathan was doing well. He was about to start his new job. Benny is all grown up and commutes to Baltimore every week to work on a natural building project he has been hired for. Mom was commuting to Philly 4 times a week to work cataloging her plants at the museum. But being under the impression that my orientation started on August 20th from an email back in January, I took off on Monday to head to Pittsburgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed to find out that the toll road from Pitt to Lancaster is 13 each way plus a 4 hour drive. Avoiding the toll adds another 50 minutes, but I guess it might be worth it. So I may not be dropping in on my fam as much as I anticipated, but it is a lot closer that Provo was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7qm_IaHlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/827le9g3aIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7qm_IaHlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/827le9g3aIQ/s200/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372489361002208850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I made it into Pittsburgh and spent the first couple days moving in. We live on this old cobblestone street a block away from the school. Which is pretty sweet considering most people live a 30 min commute away. It will be nice to save that commute time each day, get free wireless from the school, and be able to run home during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the house. It is an old brick house but it is big enough. It's got 4 rooms. For the first time in 6 years, I have my own room again! I put up a rod for my clothes, bought a cheap desk from IKEA (I almost typed it iKea... stupid Apple nomenclature). We've got a gas stove which I am excited about but still getting used to. It is weird to be able to switch burners instantly, turn off a burner and not have to worry about moving the pot, and just the sheer heat of the range. The political order of our kitchen is mainly free market with communized milk, spices, and baking needs. I've suggested 304's rule of eminent domain as well. I've also used the African items Sarah gave me to decorate the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So75ULpClvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ks1fbNTAr4A/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So75ULpClvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ks1fbNTAr4A/s200/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372505530617206514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My roommates are awesome. Brandon moved out yesterday so I only met him once. Aaron works at a bank and always comes with stories about banks getting hit or cased. He's great. He gets together with some of the guys in the church locally and convert the upper level of the building minus the chapel into a blood bath of NERFdom. Basically they have all these NERF guns and play capture the flag or other games. They turn out the lights, set up a blacklight, and set up barricades. You respawn in the lobbies if you were curious. They've even modified some of the guns to give more punch. Mike told me that on the electronic guns they just remove the resisters to kick up the power. Interesting. So that is what we ended up doing on Tuesday night towards the latter end of game night which happened instead of institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean's great too. He's a third year at Pitt Dental. He's been dating a girl in Provo who is now moving out next week so that will be cool for him. Sean's the ward mission leader and so he's really active with the missionaries and meeting people getting active again or who are checking out the church. I almost wrote investigator but I still am not comfortable with that word being used in conjunction with the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, these guys are great. They are both neat, wash their dishes, are really sharing, and are willing to help you. Sean helped me get a bed and get my room set up. He also volunteers at an old folks home (what is the PC term for that?) each week on bingo night, so Aaron and I went with him last night. It was a blast! The seniors were great. They were ribbing each other and joking around. They really liked us coming and told Sean to "Bring the boys back next week!" I need to find some places to volunteer out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I tried to go for a bike ride. I got to the bottom of the street, realized my GPS wasn't working so I wanted to try other headphones. I biked back of the very steep hill, switched headphones and then went back down. After a short jaunt on the cobblestone with my road bike I tried to hop the curb, crashed, and wacked my wheel out of true. So I walked back up the hill, got in my car, and went to the local bike shop. But I am pretty excited that there are mountain biking trails in a couple of the city parks. I think I am gonna check them out today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I haven't been up to much. I read the interesting Wikipedia article on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldi"&gt;Aldi Foods&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not sure why, but I found it really fascinating. I think that is exactly how I would set up a grocery chain. So streamline and efficient. I've also been researching how to set up a Linksys router as a repeater to boost my school's WiFi signal. I ordered one online that has dd-wrt installed. It should be interesting if  I can get it to work. I'm a little skeptical because it uses WPA2 Enterprise. We'll see. I was going to get cable internet, but you really can't beat free internet. Right now it is in and out because the signal is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it. Sorry it is a boring post. If you are in the Pittsburgh area and would like to come to my White Coat Ceremony, it is Aug 31 at 3pm in the Scaife Hall Auditorium 6 at Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to be out here. I miss my friends. But I am excited to make friends out here and start on the road to being a dentist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5110693696251845017?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5110693696251845017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5110693696251845017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5110693696251845017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5110693696251845017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-as-of-aug-21-2009.html' title='My life as of Aug 21 2009'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/So7EbTBLoWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/j598PP87Vug/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-9132960051827033537</id><published>2009-08-20T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:54:18.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum to my story</title><content type='html'>I keep learning new details to the previously shared story. One detail is that he was not barefoot, but instead had left his shoes because he was wearing Aaron's sneakers. The second detail is that he was also wearing Aaron's scout shirt. I love that last detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussing this with Aaron today, he hypothesized that it was more of a Goldilocks type of experience in which the intruder may have slept on multiple beds and may have tried multiple temperatures of food (hence the slow cooker).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-9132960051827033537?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/9132960051827033537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=9132960051827033537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/9132960051827033537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/9132960051827033537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/addendum-to-my-story.html' title='Addendum to my story'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1664884314759074702</id><published>2009-08-19T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:24:57.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspeak</title><content type='html'>This was on IKEA's website in reference to a particle board desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;div id="environmentPart" class="productInformation productInformationLast" style="display: block;"&gt;        &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="header"&gt;Environment:&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div id="environment" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renewable material (wood).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible to separate for material or energy recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it should read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Environment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trees will grow back, if we plant them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a post apocalyptic world you could probably burn this in a barrel, ignore the glue fumes, and huddle around it for some warmth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1664884314759074702?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1664884314759074702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1664884314759074702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1664884314759074702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1664884314759074702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/newspeak.html' title='Newspeak'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1721268791448155506</id><published>2009-08-19T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:54:03.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh's way of handling problems</title><content type='html'>I was driving on 376 yesterday on my way to Aldi's and I drove under this bridge. The bridge had these big concrete spanning support arches underneath. But the arches were wrapped in this heavy-duty netting. Upon further inspection I noticed that there were big chunks of concrete that had fallen off and were caught from falling on the road by the netting. It seems as though the netting wasn't good enough, or perhaps they were just being cautious, because they also threw up some 20 ft high concrete pillars and a roof on those pillars which now protects the roadway from falling concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which scares me more, the idea of raining concrete on your highway drive, the fact that Pittsburgh's solution to falling concrete was to catch it with a net and then build a roof over the road, or that there is a bridge falling apart above 376.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1721268791448155506?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1721268791448155506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1721268791448155506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1721268791448155506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1721268791448155506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/pittsburghs-way-of-handling-problems.html' title='Pittsburgh&apos;s way of handling problems'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-8370493965932322408</id><published>2009-08-19T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:47:58.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story about the new place</title><content type='html'>I just moved to Pittsburgh, which I plan on talking about more in the next post. But for now this story will suffice. I just moved in with a couple LDS guys. One is a dental student, the other works at a bank, which apparently gets held up more often that one would expect. In fact, just yesterday another branch got held up or possibly taken over? Not sure. There is also an LDS guy named Brandon who is only here every few weeks for a couple nights since he lives in D.C. and is just finished a PhD program at CMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is not in a particularly bad part of town, but not in the nicest part of town either. Just a street with some rundown older houses. It is a block away from the dental school though, so that should be nice. I moved in Monday and here is the first story I was told about the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, the teller (of the bank, not the story), came home one evening. He walked into the kitchen and saw the kitchen in a mess. Food was out everywhere. He probably thought Sean was cooking up some odd concoction. Anyway, he turns around to leave the kitchen and sees a man who had just emerged from the first floor bedroom (mine now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron yells "Hey! What are you doing here?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "Look, alright, I'm leaving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That response wasn't good enough for Aaron, who immediately starts running after him. The man heads for the door, gets out, and is chased to the end of the block by Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the guy didn't take anything. In fact, Aaron looked through his safe where he keeps books, not valuables, and found a $20 that he said wasn't there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How things seemed to have played out are thus. There is a "For Rent" sign on the front of our house (I think the landlord was trying to rent it out at a higher rate since Sean wasn't sure if he was going to stay here). The man, who must have been homeless, may have thought no one was living in the house. Since there are bars on the first floor windows in the side and on the back, the man must have climbed up the bars and sneaked in the bathroom window which was left open. Upon entering the house and leaving $20 for Aaron (?) the intruder must have been hungry. So he went downstairs and ate some food. Oddly enough, he seemed to be in no hurry. In fact, at the time he was chased out he was using the slow cooker to steam frozen broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps while waiting for the slow cooker, he decided he would take a nap. He took off his shoes (which were left in the house and stunk, supporting my hobo theory) and went to sleep on a mattress in what is now my room. Then he must have been awakened by Aaron coming home, just in time to be chased up the street barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he may also have changed his underwear before his nap. Brandon, who was sleeping in that room when he was in town, called Sean a couple weeks later. He asked Sean about some briefs he found in his laundry that weren't his. He thought maybe they were Aaron's. At this point Sean tells Brandon about the intruder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see a shoeless, homeless person with a hankering for slow-cooked broccoli who's wearing Brandon's underwear, please contact us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-8370493965932322408?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/8370493965932322408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=8370493965932322408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8370493965932322408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8370493965932322408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-about-new-place.html' title='Story about the new place'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-6519130057170849922</id><published>2009-08-19T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:22:47.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free money</title><content type='html'>This post isn't about multilevel marketing, although that does remind me of a thought I had once. Wouldn't it be tragic if the cure for cancer was discovered, but by a multilevel marketing company out in Utah that made superfruit drinks and they patented it before anyone else? I guess it would be the classic case of the boy who cried wolf... or I guess the company that cried miracle drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I was thinking in my head over finances to make sure I had enough to pay next month's rent, this month's utilities, and pay off my credit card. I will, but it might be a little tight since I won't get my loan disbursement until mid September. I even ended up putting most of my cart back on the shelves yesyerday when I remembered that Aldi's doesn't take credit cards. Which, by the way, is a lot more difficult than shopping. (PS. Sharon and Ant, have you guys shopped at Aldi's? It is like Costco but not in bulk. There is one near your place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday I got a statement reminder from my one checking account that I don't use anymore. I usually just archive the emails, but I thought for some reason that I should just make sure nothing was charged to my credit card from the same bank which I also don't use anymore. So I logged in and to my surprise I had $220 in my checking account! It was really awesome for the first 10 minutes where I couldn't remember where this money came from. Then it was only kinda awesome when I remembered depositing that money back in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I would wholeheartedly recommend depositing a sum of money, forgetting about it, and then remembering it when you need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-6519130057170849922?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/6519130057170849922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=6519130057170849922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6519130057170849922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6519130057170849922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-money.html' title='Free money'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-6986183578002995792</id><published>2009-08-18T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:24:04.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Environmentally friendly?</title><content type='html'>This was on IKEA's website in reference to a particle board desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;div id="environmentPart" class="productInformation productInformationLast" style="display: block;"&gt;        &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="header"&gt;Environment:&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div id="environment" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renewable material (wood).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible to separate for material or energy recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it should read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Environment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trees will grow back, if we plant them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a post apocalyptic world you could probably burn this in a barrel and huddle around it for some warmth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-6986183578002995792?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/6986183578002995792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=6986183578002995792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6986183578002995792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6986183578002995792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/environmentally-friendly.html' title='Environmentally friendly?'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4538899987429486762</id><published>2009-08-14T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:09:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Man on Earth</title><content type='html'>Last night my mom and I watched a movie from 1964 on Hulu called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWm7lD3V3lE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=7131DC4F3799DC53&amp;amp;index=6"&gt;The Last Man on Earth&lt;/a&gt;. It was the first movie adaption of the book "I Am Legend." It was old, it was corny, but I liked it. It is about a plague that overcomes the world and kills everyone except Robert Morgan. The people who are killed come back to life as vampires, and Robert Morgan takes it on as his duty to rid the city of these vampires. The best part of watching the movie was not actually part of the movie, but rather a commercial in the middle of the movie about Coca-Cola that started with the line "Nothing brings you back to life like a Coca-Cola!" It couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spoilers ahead - If you have time, I suggest you watch the movie and come back to read:)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the movie however because it pulls a 180 on you at the end and shows you that understanding is often context dependent. Throughout the whole movie you are behind Robert as the protagonist. He is all alone and you root for him as day by day he stakes vampires in the chest. Then towards the end he comes in contact with a woman and then a group of people who are still alive but have kept the disease at bay through a constant injection of a vaccine. They are also trying to kill the vampires with the goal to rebuild society. The woman Robert meets tells him that he is a murderer to them. In his zealous quest he has inadvertently killed members of this society who are not vampires. She says, "You're a legend." He cures her with his blood which has immunity, but before she can contact the others and tell them not to follow through with the planned attack on Robert, they come. They chase Robert into a church, throw a spear through his heart, and watch as he dies. But before he dies he yells at them saying, "Freaks, you're all freaks! I am the last man on earth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you hear a child cry and the woman says something to the effect of, "Don't worry, you don't have to be afraid anymore." So, in the matter of a few minutes, the main character falls from being a protagonist to a very gray fate. And then the movie ends with you not knowing who is good, who is bad, and who you were supposed to be rooting for the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find it interesting how a situation can look so clear, only to reveal in time to be very ambiguous. Sometimes even the opposite ends up being true. From one perspective Robert was being assailed by these monstrous vampires, but from another perspective, he was the monster. He indiscriminately killed anything in his way. Overall the movie left me with a very unsettling feeling of uncertainty. I liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4538899987429486762?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4538899987429486762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4538899987429486762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4538899987429486762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4538899987429486762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-man-on-earth.html' title='The Last Man on Earth'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7057458972368748741</id><published>2009-08-13T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:12:14.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna blog soon. Seriously. In fact, I want to chronicle the beginning of dental school. I hope it won't bore you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7057458972368748741?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7057458972368748741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7057458972368748741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7057458972368748741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7057458972368748741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/08/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2380034376008747574</id><published>2009-07-31T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:58:55.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be an activist for a day</title><content type='html'>And throw your shoulder to the cause of eliminating one of my biggest pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.engadget.com/2009/07/30/david-pogue-launches-all-out-war-on-canned-voicemail-messages/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2380034376008747574?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2380034376008747574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2380034376008747574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2380034376008747574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2380034376008747574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-activist-for-day.html' title='Be an activist for a day'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-205406628522322064</id><published>2009-07-28T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:44:06.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And it is Karianne and Anthony in the final showdown!</title><content type='html'>Bracket is updated &lt;a href="http://www.bracketmaker.com/tmenu.cfm?tid=331502&amp;amp;tclass=The%20Nerdiest%20of%20All"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I waited so long for the semifinals, I will make up for it by sending the final email right now! It should be interesting since both are online and in Gmail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-205406628522322064?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/205406628522322064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=205406628522322064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/205406628522322064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/205406628522322064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-it-is-karianne-and-anthony-in-final.html' title='And it is Karianne and Anthony in the final showdown!'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4947554639782008221</id><published>2009-07-28T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:37:46.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward conversation with an old roommate</title><content type='html'>After noticing my old roommate from a year and a half ago in the grocery store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey! How's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Good, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah. What are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh just about to leave this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah, me too I think. My brother has a job for me in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really? Did you graduate already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: No, I pretty much flunked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh... What job is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: McDonalds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4947554639782008221?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4947554639782008221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4947554639782008221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4947554639782008221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4947554639782008221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/07/awkward-conversation-with-old-roommate.html' title='Awkward conversation with an old roommate'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7312650005517506041</id><published>2009-07-24T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:08:30.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semifinals</title><content type='html'>Bracket's updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.bracketmaker.com/tmenu.cfm?tid=331502&amp;amp;tclass=The%20Nerdiest%20of%20All"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should also check out the prediction leaderboard. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7312650005517506041?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7312650005517506041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7312650005517506041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7312650005517506041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7312650005517506041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/07/semifinals.html' title='Semifinals'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-6820265982143485548</id><published>2009-07-22T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:41:07.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round One Completed!</title><content type='html'>Check the &lt;a href="http://www.bracketmaker.com/tmenu.cfm?tid=331502&amp;amp;tclass=The%20Nerdiest%20of%20All"&gt;bracket&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great first round guys :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am competing in a Wii Sports tournament at work... I hope I win! The prize is a Wii! Too bad I am terrible at Wii Sports. If only they had Wii running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, the most creative response and therefore the style points for responding go to Shannon with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy  was a  bear&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair&lt;br /&gt;If Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't very fuzzy, was he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runner up was Carianne with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooga booga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your inboxes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-6820265982143485548?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/6820265982143485548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=6820265982143485548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6820265982143485548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6820265982143485548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/07/round-one-completed.html' title='Round One Completed!'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-6683401927653315670</id><published>2009-07-21T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:20:56.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Series of Competitive Emailing</title><content type='html'>Hopefully ESPN will pick up on this, cause this sport is going to be hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the idea is simple. This is perhaps why Competitive Emailing has been heralded as "The sport of sports" and "The purest of all competitions, measuring little more than pure technological talent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;An email is sent to the two opposing competitors.&lt;br /&gt;The first one to respond advances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the emails will start sometime tomorrow. In the meantime, here is the bracket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bracketmaker.com/tlist.cfm?tid=331502"&gt;The Nerdiest of All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is single elimination with a randomized seed. I've also included bios for all contenders. This will be crucial in creating your own prediction brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emails will be sent from my email address to yours. Unless I hear from you sometime today, I will be using your last known email. So, email me your competitive email addresses, carbo load, and get psyched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as seems to be the trend in this world with office pools, fantasy sports leagues, and market futures, there is an important sideshow in speculation. So, regardless of whether you are competing or not, you can sign up for an account with bracketmaker and create your own predicted results. The site seems alright, just a few ads. Make sure you make yours today before the tournament starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-6683401927653315670?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/6683401927653315670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=6683401927653315670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6683401927653315670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/6683401927653315670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/07/world-series-of-competitive-emailing.html' title='World Series of Competitive Emailing'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5335799791258324045</id><published>2009-07-10T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:45:40.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Competition</title><content type='html'>I am going to be having a competition on this blog. It will be simple, that is all I will tell you for now. But if you want to participate in this tournament, leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I promise you it will take only a few seconds to compete. So sign up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5335799791258324045?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5335799791258324045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5335799791258324045' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5335799791258324045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5335799791258324045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/07/competition.html' title='A Competition'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5922598750842509296</id><published>2009-07-10T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:43:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blogpost is about Nothing</title><content type='html'>Agh! I know I've had thoughts that I wanted to post but have just put it off until they disappear. Maybe I will just ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Army emailed me yesterday and I have to admit, doing the military thing for dentistry is really tempting at times. Especially with the whole 20k bonus thing. Agh! I don't think I will do it though. But man, is it tempting. I guess the main deterrent is the possibility of a year long deployment. But still, so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to decide whether to get PRK or LASIK or not. I think I am going to go forward and get PRK. Man, too many decisions in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for dental school in a month. At least, that is the plan now. Orientation starts on Aug 20 and so I think I am going to leave on Aug 10. Will that give me enough time to drive across country and spend a couple days in Chicago with my friend? Sheesh, this is a huge change! I don't know how I feel about it. Part of me is really exciting to take the next step in my life and actually be studying dentistry. The other part is scared and sad to leave my comfortable life here. But, it will be good to be back in Pennsylvania. There are tons of nice LDS dental students out there. They are mostly all married though so I know I'm not gonna be hanging out with most of them on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I am moving to Pittsburgh, and I looked at a lot of places further out from the school which were quieter and nice areas. This was more preparing for the possibility of if I moved out there married. But, I won't be, and so instead I am living with a 3rd year dental student named Sean. And to be honest, it isn't the nicest neighborhood. The street is a little run down, but the rent is right, Sean seems cool, and it is 1 block away from the school. So, I am excited for it. I am excited for the prospect of a new place, a new ward, a new experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5922598750842509296?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5922598750842509296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5922598750842509296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5922598750842509296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5922598750842509296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blogpost-is-about-nothing.html' title='This Blogpost is about Nothing'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-9037195576648689701</id><published>2009-06-26T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:07:33.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Times, New Sayings?</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me today that there are a few maxims that may need a bit of updating in light of inflation and the current economy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny saved is a penny earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____ are a dime a dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions? I thought of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny saved is worthless because it doesn't buy you anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______ are 46 cents a dozen (adjusted for inflation and the general worth of money using a very vague estimate on the origination date of this saying).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-9037195576648689701?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/9037195576648689701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=9037195576648689701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/9037195576648689701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/9037195576648689701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-times-new-sayings.html' title='New Times, New Sayings?'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2717877884910641566</id><published>2009-06-26T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:52:35.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SkWXYGDMcNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SR2FRtH-S0w/s1600-h/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SkWXYGDMcNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SR2FRtH-S0w/s400/photo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351850172396368082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears my heart out, but I'm finally growing up and letting go.  You can find these puppies on KSL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2717877884910641566?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2717877884910641566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2717877884910641566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2717877884910641566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2717877884910641566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/06/letting-go.html' title='Letting go...'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SkWXYGDMcNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SR2FRtH-S0w/s72-c/photo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2090204400310571325</id><published>2009-06-18T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:52:25.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loophole</title><content type='html'>I love how you can ask for a taste of a meat at the supermarket and they don't charge you for it! I have often been tempted to ask for a sample when I get my Jenni-o Cracked Pepper Turkey, even though that is what I get every time now. I can still have my sample right? Theoretically they could change their... recipe or something right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2090204400310571325?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2090204400310571325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2090204400310571325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2090204400310571325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2090204400310571325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/06/loophole.html' title='The Loophole'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-3587725018481820122</id><published>2009-06-13T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:41:47.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>Puny plastic pellets pierce the peace.&lt;br /&gt;Painful plaintive pleas preside as people point precise at passive parties.&lt;br /&gt;Airsoft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-3587725018481820122?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/3587725018481820122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=3587725018481820122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3587725018481820122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3587725018481820122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2162412997759276398</id><published>2009-06-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:18:08.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My War Against Booters and Towers</title><content type='html'>Let me start off and say I have nothing against the SWKT, Sears tower, or WTC. I'm talking about towing, like University Towing. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look upon the business of towing, at least how it is run in Provo, as though the concept of a parasite was embodied in professional form. I think what bothers me most is that they are paid on commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually only got &lt;a href="http://gabep.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-of-late.html"&gt;booted once&lt;/a&gt; but I still have a strong disdain of a profession that preys upon college students, especially when they are being booted in a parking lot like Alta's which I have never seen wanting for space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see someone being booted or towed, I wish that I could recognize the car and alert the owners. Oddly enough, this is driven just as much by a desire to foil the booters as it is to look out for my fellow student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after thinking long and hard I've decided that there are only two main courses of action that I can take to fight back. First, I avoid at all costs any situations that may result in me being booted and therefore supporting the nefarious profession. Second, I've been backing my car into parking spaces at Alta for the last couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen University Towing and their self-righteous Jeep trolling your parking lot, you'll notice that they have a spotlight that they shine at the back window of cars as slowly drive by. They are looking for your parking sticker. Now, they may dictate where we affix this sticker, but they cannot dictate the orientation of our parking. So I back in. Not only does this allow me a nice pullout in the morning, but it also prevents or makes it more difficult for them to be able to see my sticker since it is backed up against the building or against the concrete wall. I think to truly be able to see my sticker, they would have to get out of the car and walk to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is it. That is how I do my part to make their job just a little harder. I should probably end this post, because all the while writing it I have thought of more drastic moves to drain their resources such as, leaving my car in another lot where it would get towed and then hiding out in the bushes until they call the tow truck and are about to hook up your car. Then I could hop out and drive off since it is illegal for them to charge you anything if they have not physically connected something to your car by the time you arrive. Or I could get one of those car covers and put it on each night insisting that it was to protect my car. K, stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you should join the rebellion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2162412997759276398?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2162412997759276398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2162412997759276398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2162412997759276398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2162412997759276398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-war-against-booters-and-towers.html' title='My War Against Booters and Towers'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-3265467332267555053</id><published>2009-06-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:13:01.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currency</title><content type='html'>I do not now, nor do I ever plan to know what a "buko" buck is and how it compares to just a normal buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also considering about buying $5,000 of dollar coins from the US Mint on my credit card, receiving the reward points for said transaction, and then paying off my credit card bill in 5,000 dollar coins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-3265467332267555053?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/3265467332267555053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=3265467332267555053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3265467332267555053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3265467332267555053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/06/currency.html' title='Currency'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5288920974025609457</id><published>2009-04-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:45:46.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misplaced optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthworms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynical philosophy students'/><title type='text'>The Old Man and the Earthworm</title><content type='html'>An old man was walking on campus as the students scrambled from building to building during their first reading day. It was raining outside and the old man was stooped over. He picked up a slimy worm from off the sidewalk and through it onto the grass next to the Tree of Life statue. He stooped over again, found another worm, picked it up, and chucked it into the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young cynical philosophy student running to his car after attending his final review noticed the old man and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, what do you think you are doing?" the educated but hardened student asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just saving the earthworms," the old man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah! You'll never save them all. Look at them! There are too many. You'll never make a difference. It doesn't matter!" The student's remarks dripped with pessimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man straightened up, looked the student in the eye, and then threw another earthworm onto the grass. "It mattered to that one," he said in a hushed voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, an engineering student was 4 minutes late to his review session. He cut across the grass adjacent to the old man and the cynical philosophy student. The very grass, incidentally, that had evolved and developed a higher form of intelligence that included communicative powers and the ability to make small lawn signs that conveyed their desire to grow undisturbed by the inconsiderate students of BYU. Just as the old man stooped down to pick up another worm, the engineering student's footfall dealt a crushing blow to the old man's most recent assertion. The student's foot planted down on the most recently thrown earthworm, inflicting a mortal wound. It did not, in fact, matter to that one, at least not in any positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah!" the cynical student said again as the rain picked up and he continued to run towards his car. The old man shook his head, stooped down to pick up another worm, and resolved to stay outside a few more hours rescuing earthworms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the philosophy student studied that night, he was unable to make out crucial portions of his rain soaked review notes. Two days later he would fail his philosophy final and flunk out of school, the old man would die of pneumonia, and the engineering student would be just as oblivious as he was two days ago that he had any part to play in the death of an old man and an earthworm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5288920974025609457?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5288920974025609457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5288920974025609457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5288920974025609457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5288920974025609457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-man-and-earthworm.html' title='The Old Man and the Earthworm'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1464791797900566901</id><published>2009-04-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:04:18.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Credit Card Thief</title><content type='html'>I appreciate the collagen facial serum you ordered for me. Are my wrinkles really starting to show? Regrettably the collagen capsules are on backorder. I have not gotten the ridiculously overpriced grant resources guide you ordered yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you were only able to spend $90 before I canceled my card. Perhaps next time you should at least order $90 of things and send it to your house rather than to mine. At least then you would have proper skincare supplements. You never know, maybe you would even be able to give up your scams if you used the grant resource guide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you again for the skincare products. Feel free to come over if you need some. You have my address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1464791797900566901?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1464791797900566901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1464791797900566901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1464791797900566901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1464791797900566901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-credit-card-thief.html' title='Dear Credit Card Thief'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4765141135987479712</id><published>2009-04-05T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:50:54.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Festival of Nations - 1RB Israeli Dance</title><content type='html'>This is what you missed the other day, if in fact you missed it. If you didn't, this is what you saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e9dd05b7b7480718" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De9dd05b7b7480718%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330142825%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34B14AE2FAD6DF229C612D892C630396D0C3E9BF.199BB50DA886C82D3065CA164AB57A562BA7E6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De9dd05b7b7480718%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0nqnfqkxpjEe7w1URBHbvCz0q7o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De9dd05b7b7480718%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330142825%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34B14AE2FAD6DF229C612D892C630396D0C3E9BF.199BB50DA886C82D3065CA164AB57A562BA7E6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De9dd05b7b7480718%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0nqnfqkxpjEe7w1URBHbvCz0q7o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for filming this Karianne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4765141135987479712?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e9dd05b7b7480718&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4765141135987479712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4765141135987479712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4765141135987479712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4765141135987479712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-festival-of-nations-1rb-israeli.html' title='Spring Festival of Nations - 1RB Israeli Dance'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-771345944531182112</id><published>2009-03-30T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:50:26.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprisingly, seeing me dance like an Israeli will only cost you $2</title><content type='html'>That's right. If you want to hear me yelling about my gramps while throwing girls up in the air like an Israeli, you should come to the Wilk ballroom on April 1 at 8pm (7:30 if you want to hear the folk music group).  It's the Spring Festival of Nations Folk Dance concert. It's $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-771345944531182112?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/771345944531182112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=771345944531182112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/771345944531182112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/771345944531182112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprisingly-seeing-me-dance-like.html' title='Surprisingly, seeing me dance like an Israeli will only cost you $2'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-378568196967924819</id><published>2009-03-28T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:43:35.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Smiling</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday Dr. Seligman spoke at the devotional about positive psychology, or focusing on how to help people life fulfilling lives rather than just focusing on how to solve psychological ills. He challenged us to write 3 good things that happened that day every night. So I've done it, and perhaps as a result I've been in a really positive mood. Here are some things that currently make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just figured out why my blog compositions were displaying in HTML.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm doing some really exciting research on down syndrome, gene expression, and possible regulatory pathways that lead to craniofacial defects using mice that have been engineered to have down syndrome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a really enjoyable conversation with my roommate Josh last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I overcame my fear (with help from Ben Murphy) and played a song at the open mic at Becky's party last night. Ben was a great encouragement. Thanks man!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just sneezed like 5 times and I liked it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was productive today and got some good work done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biochemistry is a great class and despite studying 12 hours for this weeks test, I really enjoyed it. I think I did well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talked to Patrick today who is at the ASDA (American Student Dental Association) conference. He told me that next year's conference is in Pitt and he will be going. Woot woot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have our folk dance performance on Wednesday and we finished the dance. Although I have blisters on both big toes and I injured my partner Friday, I am still excited to perform. Hi Bethany!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My road bike and mountain bike are in good shape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is spring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends are amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 3.5 weeks I will be a graduate!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sunshine shooters rocked their game on Thursday. Yeah Shooters!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only have two finals!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love assisting at the dental clinic. This week was fun. I felt very useful taking x-rays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam and I rocked out on Guitar Hero this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't know if I'm just trying to be more positive or not, but I have a lot to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-378568196967924819?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/378568196967924819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=378568196967924819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/378568196967924819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/378568196967924819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-im-smiling.html' title='Why I&apos;m Smiling'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-8412838532024096939</id><published>2009-03-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:18:23.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence in Marriage</title><content type='html'>I've thought a fair amount lately about dating, marriage, and statistics. Here are the hypotheses I am working off of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Null_hypothesis"&gt;Null Hypothesis&lt;/a&gt;: The person you are dating is not who you should marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alternative_hypothesis"&gt;Alternative Hypothesis&lt;/a&gt;: The person you are dating is who you should marry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've decided that since I do not believe there is one and only one soulmate out there for me, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_I_and_type_II_errors"&gt;Type II errors&lt;/a&gt; shouldn't be too concerning. Or at least as concerning as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_I_and_type_II_errors"&gt;Type I errors&lt;/a&gt; should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Type I errors are bad, but where do I set my level of confidence? 95%? 99%? I'm not sure. But should I set it too high, I'll never get married. The higher I set alpha, the more likely I am to commit Type II errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do? I don't know. The odd thing is that despite these conclusions, I often am not very concerned about Type I errors, while the tragic feeling of committing a Type II error scares me a lot more. Perhaps I trust my judgment more than I should? Maybe I should be more afraid of Type I errors. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-8412838532024096939?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/8412838532024096939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=8412838532024096939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8412838532024096939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8412838532024096939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/confidence-in-marriage.html' title='Confidence in Marriage'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4550711545116271532</id><published>2009-03-26T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:08:29.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace band self description FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/ScwmRoEvvjI/AAAAAAAAANc/dNnTNRizBag/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/ScwmRoEvvjI/AAAAAAAAANc/dNnTNRizBag/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317667344274669106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4550711545116271532?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4550711545116271532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4550711545116271532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4550711545116271532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4550711545116271532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/myspace-band-self-description-fail.html' title='Myspace band self description FAIL'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/ScwmRoEvvjI/AAAAAAAAANc/dNnTNRizBag/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2850256707287423348</id><published>2009-03-26T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:35:47.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist of One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wakingashland"&gt;Hands on Deck - Waking Ashland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2850256707287423348?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2850256707287423348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2850256707287423348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2850256707287423348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2850256707287423348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/playlist-of-one.html' title='Playlist of One'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-48789064122734233</id><published>2009-03-25T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:28:36.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goal #47</title><content type='html'>I just realized one of my life goals is to be on a ship or boat when the cry "All hands on deck!" is given. I bet you could use that story in so many Sunday school lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-48789064122734233?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/48789064122734233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=48789064122734233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/48789064122734233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/48789064122734233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-goal-47.html' title='Life Goal #47'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-8139507319195547498</id><published>2009-03-25T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:11:50.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Lost</title><content type='html'>Of late, I've been losing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost:&lt;br /&gt;My winter coat&lt;br /&gt;My BYU ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing:&lt;br /&gt;My motivation to finish the last few weeks of school&lt;br /&gt;My sanity because of this Biochem test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-8139507319195547498?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/8139507319195547498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=8139507319195547498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8139507319195547498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8139507319195547498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-ive-lost.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Lost'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7490632190202084847</id><published>2009-03-23T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:20:09.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem with songs</title><content type='html'>The problem with getting your advice from songs is that they all tell you to do different things. Basically, there is a song for every choice in every possible romantic scenario. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps songs are only good for affirmation once a path has been chosen. If so, it is important to organize your songs in playlists with corresponding messages. That way you don't just choose decision X, listen to a song that says that X was the only way to go, and then have the next random song come on and talk about decision Y and how it is so good you didn't choose X.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7490632190202084847?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7490632190202084847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7490632190202084847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7490632190202084847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7490632190202084847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/problem-with-songs.html' title='The problem with songs'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7770630474732631215</id><published>2009-03-16T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:03:56.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Media</title><content type='html'>I've long heard that the media is biased. I'm not talking about a liberal/conservative bias here, but a bias towards just reporting the negative. I never put much thought to this until I stumbled upon irrefutable proof that this is indeed the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the current economy, we see lots of pictures of depressed stock traders from the NYSE that we worry about jumping out of a window the minute after the picture was taken. But do we ever see happy stock traders when the market rallies? No. I've never seen a picture of Joe Schmoe on the stock market with a big grin on his face about to click his heels cause the market just rallied 300 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in an effort to stem the tide of negativity, I have tried to undo the wrong Time has done (they actually have a &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1849374,00.html"&gt;gallery&lt;/a&gt; of depressed traders). Here is a picture of some guy that just made a lot of money during last week's rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/Sb53HI7lcLI/AAAAAAAAANU/7_gRoDTblZE/s1600-h/Smiling+trader.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/Sb53HI7lcLI/AAAAAAAAANU/7_gRoDTblZE/s320/Smiling+trader.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313815574883954866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that smirk? He just made out like a bandit. (This picture is really just a depressed trader with his frown turned upside down like the song says, but assuming this guy didn't jump out any windows after the original picture was taken, and that the DJIA is roughly representative of his portfolio, he was probably smiling during last week's rally).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7770630474732631215?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7770630474732631215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7770630474732631215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7770630474732631215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7770630474732631215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/media.html' title='The Media'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/Sb53HI7lcLI/AAAAAAAAANU/7_gRoDTblZE/s72-c/Smiling+trader.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4640811767267058906</id><published>2009-03-11T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:28:45.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Band</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking very seriously about dropping it all right now and getting the band back together before we all part ways and graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4640811767267058906?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4640811767267058906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4640811767267058906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4640811767267058906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4640811767267058906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/band.html' title='The Band'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4055113896198806687</id><published>2009-03-05T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:12:29.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you will...</title><content type='html'>My teacher just made an announcement about recommending a professor for some reward. He was explaining how even if that professor doesn't get selected, the recommendation stays on file. He said, "So these things have a cumulative effect, if you will." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that moment that I realized that I had no clue what that phrase means, "If you will." It isn't like I would stand up and say, "I won't! I just can't!" Really, what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is interesting that we have certain little phrases that don't really mean anything, but we still use them as filler phrases. Sometimes it seems to make our language unique. Other times they just seem like baggage. And yet at other times they make me want to write blog posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4055113896198806687?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4055113896198806687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4055113896198806687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4055113896198806687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4055113896198806687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-will.html' title='If you will...'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1013592851439492453</id><published>2009-03-05T00:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:27:57.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss Shirt, Boss!</title><content type='html'>So I have this obsession, this informational addiction. I think a lot of us have it actually. Sometimes I will wake up in the middle of the night, reach over and unlock my phone just to see if I have any emails. I don't like it. But many times one of the first things I do in a day is catch up on Google Reader. This addiction, which I think many of you probably have as well (perhaps even leading you to reading this very post), has lead me to eliminate some unnecessary clutter from my informational intake (Twitter, Lifehacker feed, Woot feed, etc.) Anyway, that is the topic of another post, but needless to say one of the first things I did this morning at breakfast was check my RSS Feeds, and then since I unsubscribed to Woot and Shirt.Woot, I checked Shirt.Woot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know that is where I have gotten about a third of my t-shirts. You know, the squid in the bucket, the birds threatening to peck each other's face off, the dragon disguised as a restaurant called The Stuffed Dragon with people walking in through his mouth covered by a brick facade. So, anyway, in today's description they mentioned a &lt;a href="http://www.woot.com/Forums/ViewPost.aspx?PostID=2656069"&gt;secret passphrase&lt;/a&gt;. So I clicked on the link and discovered that there is indeed a secret passphrase which one woot shirt wearer is to say to another woot shirt wearer during chance encounters. The first woot shirt wearer says to the second, "Boss Shirt, Boss!" to which the second replies, "I know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was pretty neat. So I started off to school wearing my Squid in Bucket woot shirt and the whole way was thinking about it. I thought about how once I did actually see someone with a shirt that I also had from woot shirt. If only I had known then! Oh well. I figured I would never get to use the phrase. Despite that sad realization, I did practice it a couple times to get the enunciation and phrasing right just in case I ever did get to use it. It is actually a little difficult to emphasize when "boss" is used as an adjective and when as a title. Anyway, I went to school just hoping someday I would have the chance to use that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour later, coming out of my Biochem class, I see him. He is wearing the woot shirt with the birds that are gonna peck each other's face off. Coincidentally that was the shirt I wore yesterday. So I went for it. I mustered up my courage, tapped the guy on the arm amidst the cloud of people rushing to get to their next class and said, "Boss shirt, Boss!" He said "Thanks..." and looked at me a little confused. So I explained everything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Be careful what you wish for because if it involves saying an obscure passphrase to a stranger just because you bought your shirts from the same internet vendor, you might just get a "Thanks..." and a strange look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1013592851439492453?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1013592851439492453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1013592851439492453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1013592851439492453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1013592851439492453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/03/boss-shirt-boss.html' title='Boss Shirt, Boss!'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-3816005175566702800</id><published>2009-02-04T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:30:14.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prions and Tigers and... No, just prions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prion"&gt;Prions&lt;/a&gt; are scary, really scary. They are the responsible agent for Creutzfeld Jakob's disease and Mad Cow Disease. Shawna and I were finishing a quiz for Biochem and one of the questions asked about prions, so we did a little research that freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost without exception, infectious diseases come from viruses, bacteria, fungi, something with genetic material to reproduce itself. And for the most part, life has come up with defense mechanisms against these agents. Prions are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a bit of background. Proteins are pretty important. They make up most of our body. They are catalytic proteins (enzymes), signaling proteins (hormones), structural proteins, and more. DNA codes for proteins. Proteins are sequences of amino acids. Some proteins are long, some short. But longer ones fold into characteristic shapes, or conformations, based on the sequence of amino acids and their properties. Some amino acids attract each other, others repel, some are hydrophobic, some hydrophilic. The shape or conformation of a protein is crucial to its purpose. Basically, shapes are really important on a molecular level. Our body is kinda like a complex baby's toy where you fit the right block and right whole. Proteins can lose their shape because of pH or heat or other agents. In fact, when you cook eggs, the change is the denaturation of the proteins, or the proteins losing their fold. When you cook meat, you guessed it, also denaturation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough background. In the case of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease and other prion diseases, there is a protein that is normally found in your body called PrP. Its purpose is not known, but it may be useful in memory. Then comes along a prion. This prion is also a protein. In fact it is the same sequence of amino acids as PrP, so sequentially it is identical. But remember how shape is a pretty big deal to proteins? Well, this prion is the same protein, misfolded. And this misfolded prion interacts with folded PrPs and gets them to misfold too. And now those get more to misfold. This wouldn't be too big of a deal, except for the fact that these proteins, now misfolded, create a new structure in your body. They fit together like legos to form what are called beta sheets, specifically in this case amyloid folds. These structures form in your brain and keep growing as more and more prions are induced. These aggregations of prions are especially compact and stable and form ever-growing scars in your brain. Then you go crazy. And die. Always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no cure. There is no treatment. You can't kill them, because they are not alive. UV light does nothing (it usually kills stuff by mutating the DNA) because they have no genetic material. It can't be broken down by your bodies proteases (enzymes that break down proteins). In fact, it is very hard to denature or unfold them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah. Prions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-3816005175566702800?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/3816005175566702800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=3816005175566702800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3816005175566702800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3816005175566702800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/02/prions-and-tigers-and-no-just-prions.html' title='Prions and Tigers and... No, just prions'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4905593960664163793</id><published>2009-02-04T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:45:44.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergencies never tasted so sweet</title><content type='html'>My apartment is one of continual inhabitance. Meaning, people come, people go, but it hasn't seen a full turnover in a long time. Which is why we have a random 50lb bag of oatmeal in our storage closet, why we have games whose owner is unknown, and why our dishes consist of selections from the 10 worst and most impractical styles (the This-Dish-Gets-Hotter-Than-Your-Food-When-You-Microwave-It set, the We-Don't-Trust-You-To-Separate-Your-Own-Food-From-Mixing-Together-So-We-Come-With-Obnoxious-Food-Levies set, and the Nothing-But-Tiny-Worthless-Plates-That-Won't-Hold-Anything-But-You'll-Still-Have-Them-In-Your-Cupboard-For-Years-And-Even-Use-Them-When-Everyone-Else-Uses-The-Practical-Plates collection). So, there are items around the place that I just assume belong to my roommates, without realizing that they assume the items belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this school year we did a bit of purging. After everyone but Josh and I moved out, we realized the apartment was still full of things. I started to get suspicious that everything I assumed belonged to the other guys couldn't possibly all belong to Josh. So we cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite a few costly mistakes such as throwing away any pots that hold practical amounts of liquids and only keeping those suitable for cooking for a half a person or 20 people, we did score some wins. One of which was the mystery emergency kit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the storage room we found a box of food, good food. Well... maybe "edible" would be a more suitable adjective. But anyway, there were snicker bars, granola bars, ramen, fruit snacks, and more. Josh wasn't sure who it belonged to, so we partook as a newly formed apartment. You know how they say that going through an emergency together can be a real bonding experience? Well, apparently so is going through an emergency kit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I wasn't the only one that thought that rotating our food storage minus the replenishing part wasn't necessarily logical, but I was able to suppress that thought, and we ate on. I don't think it even lasted 72 hours, talk about false advertising. Perhaps our logic was based on the fact that we didn't know how much longer this kit would last, or the fact that its existence represented the hard work of none of us and the benefit of us all, or the fact that BYU already has 72 hours of supplies for us and that eating well now seemed more pleasant than 72 more miserable hours in a post-nuclear apocalypse. I'm not quite sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as the sweet memories of ill-treated and deformed snickers bars were fading from my memory, the Pheonix 72-hour kit rises from the ashes to rear its sweetness once again. The other day there were 3 multi-packs of 100% juice boxes that randomly appeared under our elevated couch (may I point out that this miraculous event alone is reason enough for our couch to be on cement blocks for all of you that ask. Can you imagine juice boxes appearing under a normally-elevated couch? What a mess!). They marinated there for a few days until I finally asked Josh, "What is the meaning of this?" All he had to say was "Emergency Kit" and I could already taste the fruits of disaster running down my throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. If you want some juice boxes of Grape, Apple, or Fruit Punch, come join the festivities. But hurry! I think there are only a few of the 72 hours left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4905593960664163793?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4905593960664163793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4905593960664163793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4905593960664163793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4905593960664163793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/02/emergencies-never-tasted-so-sweet.html' title='Emergencies never tasted so sweet'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-3729726440269275663</id><published>2009-02-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:07:13.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>1. tahdifsiojas;dofjisadf&lt;br /&gt;2. i;soiiasdjiofjiowear&lt;br /&gt;3. nooitsadfjio;weqmkl&lt;br /&gt;4. rjeiaolqlwyeropijioaxcmkl;&lt;br /&gt;5. r=apnidooqmwopcmoic&lt;br /&gt;6. ip[l23k90efmio&lt;br /&gt;7. aumj28910j890fsda89moc&lt;br /&gt;8. rjeia9l2l3y4qn90fnsanjisdfda&lt;br /&gt;9. pjrio0fje8s9saijn8g90samiomi20&lt;br /&gt;10. mjy89scaj89sdamionmnkls&lt;br /&gt;11. lpoovweqeirkjpsallcmoaiaijsd&lt;br /&gt;12. fko0r9sdiai0923kmdm&lt;br /&gt;13. ajn890asdfj890saj890j890sadf&lt;br /&gt;14. aum8a9z0isnagjasmlkamljiosd&lt;br /&gt;15. gji8r9l9sdfaj890j8923nsdjka&lt;br /&gt;16. njaim8eadsj89as809j8as89sadf&lt;br /&gt;17. s2a3riaohj23jiosdajosdafjioj&lt;br /&gt;18. .jk90235i90kwqosdfa&lt;br /&gt;19. s8h9e0uwefajiojiosadfjsdfa&lt;br /&gt;20. i8s908saj89ja09sa09dfjkfoisdfafjisa;sdaf;ijfsd&lt;br /&gt;21. t0h9esadfjo2i3jilsdlkfuj908sdfa&lt;br /&gt;22. mjo8s9t0asdfj89joi23nmklsdf09&lt;br /&gt;23. wpoonidweerafrupliojlakfklsdfa&lt;br /&gt;24. g9i0r2l3f0rui9e0n-du324jposda&lt;br /&gt;25. e0v9e2ri3ijksafmasofi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-3729726440269275663?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/3729726440269275663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=3729726440269275663' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3729726440269275663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3729726440269275663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2213491774650285339</id><published>2009-01-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:35:18.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A phylogenetic analysis of the wheelbarrow and shopping cart</title><content type='html'>Last week we had our ward break-the-ice activity. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn9u_HJvyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Rs8TwWLAuJo/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn9u_HJvyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Rs8TwWLAuJo/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294541820607971106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had unconventional tools.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn924iiHOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WC8wtWaUnmA/s1600-h/photo(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn924iiHOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WC8wtWaUnmA/s320/photo(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294541956282719458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided the wheelbarrow and the shopping cart weren't too different after all. Probably like distant cousins or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn-EspZRVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lAx0uKofSUU/s1600-h/photo(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn-EspZRVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lAx0uKofSUU/s320/photo(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294542193608443218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think the new kind of shopping cart arose from natural selection for its ice-carrying ability.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn-lTCMvgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/--_rX4nCP9Y/s1600-h/photo(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn-lTCMvgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/--_rX4nCP9Y/s320/photo(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294542753668840962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of two ice babies. Or should I just say Ice-Ice-Baby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn-iFOSBcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oUKuJgE0NRE/s1600-h/photo(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn-iFOSBcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oUKuJgE0NRE/s320/photo(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294542698421814722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wondered the following question. Why is stealing wrong, except when it is digital media or shopping carts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was not the thief that stole those carts. I do not know the thief, nor do I condone in any way the theft of shopping carts. I think it is a very narcissistic idea to suppose that as a college student one is that important of a customer to in any way justify the theft of a shopping cart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2213491774650285339?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2213491774650285339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2213491774650285339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2213491774650285339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2213491774650285339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/01/phylogenetic-analysis-of-wheelbarrow.html' title='A phylogenetic analysis of the wheelbarrow and shopping cart'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SXn9u_HJvyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Rs8TwWLAuJo/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-4040183812673781117</id><published>2009-01-18T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:32:58.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come one, Come all, Come-dy of Errors</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, or today, depending on when you are reading this, on Monday we will be having a Shakespeare reading in Apt 304. We will be reading A Comedy of Errors by Shakespeare (duh). We will start at 3pm and have some dinner too. So come over, get ready to read dramatically, bring some bucks for Papa Murphy's pizza, and bring a laptop or a copy of the play if you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-4040183812673781117?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/4040183812673781117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=4040183812673781117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4040183812673781117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/4040183812673781117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-one-come-all-come-dy-of-errors.html' title='Come one, Come all, Come-dy of Errors'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5265613916049983799</id><published>2009-01-12T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:45:43.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>View on University Avenue Last Night at Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SWuPmAQ1HFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xYEGfs8Tj2w/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SWuPmAQ1HFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xYEGfs8Tj2w/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290480070345170002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is anything that I can say to explain this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5265613916049983799?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5265613916049983799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5265613916049983799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5265613916049983799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5265613916049983799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/01/view-on-university-avenue-last-night-at.html' title='View on University Avenue Last Night at Midnight'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SWuPmAQ1HFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xYEGfs8Tj2w/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-8544109687712514097</id><published>2009-01-07T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:22:08.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing We Have to Fear is Fear Itself</title><content type='html'>Last semester I took Computational Biology. The class included a final project. I'm not a fan of projects, especially open-ended ones dealing with subject matter I am unfamiliar with. This project fit the bill. I worried for weeks about what I was going to do. I fretted over my lack of research experience, after all, everyone else in the class seemed to have worked for a biotech company last year. I worried about deciding to do a project for someone but then having them expect things beyond my ability. Once I finally decided on a topic, dread lingered in the air. I didn't know how long it would take, if it would be good enough, if I was in over my head, if it'd be too easy. And then I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a few weeks and some long days, but I got it done and got a good grade. I wouldn't say the experience was something I would scrapbook or click my heels and think about. But it didn't kill me and life went on. When I think back on the experience, I still feel a little stress. But it isn't from how hard the project was or how long it took. It is stress from worrying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If stress had units and I could measure it, I'm sure I suffered 2 times more from dreading the project than executing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a year ago a girl I was dating me broke up with me, not because of any problems we'd had together, but problems that she could foresee. Or at least she thought she foresaw. Life went on, I moved on, but it still seemed like a somewhat senseless, preemptive strike into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play of life was written with Fear as a supporting character. It has a bit part that sometimes shapes the action. But too often we let Fear rush the stage in a fitful power-grab. He rewrites the plot and stars in his new show. He creates problems where there were none, conflict where there was peace, imbalance where there was balance. And we usually play the part he's written for us without asking questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-8544109687712514097?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/8544109687712514097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=8544109687712514097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8544109687712514097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/8544109687712514097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-thing-we-have-to-fear-is-fear.html' title='The Only Thing We Have to Fear is Fear Itself'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-2589106829525874498</id><published>2009-01-07T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:11:37.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>I'm publicly declaring my love for chemistry and biology. I love how ordered and logical they are, yet applied and not abstract like math. I think it is perfect balance. They feel so consistent, and when they are inconsistent, at least it feels consistently inconsistent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking Biochem this semester and am actually excited about it. In fact, I am excited by most of my classes. Disregard the fact that I have stayed completely awake in only one of the four I have attended so far. I'm taking Bioinformatics (the class) which I am not so excited about. But everything else should be great. I have Stats 221 online which won't be bad since Stats 331 last semester probably prepared me a fair amount. I also have Doctrine and Covenants with Brother Esplin, about whom I've heard good things. Then I have Anthropology films which consists of a movie a week which sounds cool. I've also got the Honors' Lecture Series which usually is interesting. And tonight I am trying out for Folk Dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, my last semester has begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-2589106829525874498?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/2589106829525874498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=2589106829525874498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2589106829525874498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/2589106829525874498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1938175190402491251</id><published>2009-01-05T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:58:59.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear "Neighbors" at Money Mailer LLC.,</title><content type='html'>Today I braved the winter cold to check my mail. I found this in my mailbox:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SWKYSIQmeMI/AAAAAAAAALE/AQJOwYMRR-g/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SWKYSIQmeMI/AAAAAAAAALE/AQJOwYMRR-g/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287956349708564674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce myself since you obviously do not know my name as evidenced by the fact that this envelope is addressed "TO OUR NEIGHBORS AT." My name is Gabe and I see through your smokescreen. I would have felt more comfortable if you had called a spade a spade and addressed the envelope "TO ANYONE WHO LIVES, BREATHES, AND HAS MONEY AT." Instead you have chosen to disguise yourself as my "neighbor," no doubt hoping to evoke memories of Mister Rogers or neighbors who actually care about me. But no, you are one of those neighbors who doesn't know my name and just comes over when you need something, in this case, my money. I bet you don't even live in Alta Apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have introduced myself, I would like to take issue with the bold claim made on the front of your mailer, the one that says "Like Getting Money In Your Mailbox." I noticed you needlessly trademarked this phrase. I say needlessly because unless a company was actually sending money to random persons' mailboxes (doubtful), I doubt anyone else would even think about using this slogan. Trust me, I've experienced both having money sent to my mailbox and getting your mailer. The experiences are quite different. Yesterday when I got my mail and received a random Book Scholarship check from an honor society for $75 I didn't: roll my eyes, throw out the check, and then spend 20 minutes blogging about how misleading the check was. Trust me, the sensations of getting money in the mail and getting advertisements in the mail are very different on many levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to be fair I've racked my brains for any situations in which the two would be similar. I have found three. &lt;br /&gt;1) I am retarded and have no concept of what money is&lt;br /&gt;2) I dying of cold and have no access to shelter or fuel to burn, just matches and a postman&lt;br /&gt;3) The economy continues its way down and inflation makes money as worthless as your spam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you agree that in a majority of conceivable situations your mailer is nothing like money. I therefore request that you change your slogan to "Like receiving junk in the mail." If you would like, you may also drop the "Like" since it is unnecessary. If, however, your loyalty to your slogan is greater than your to your business model, may I suggest you send one of the following items:&lt;br /&gt;Gold&lt;br /&gt;Silver&lt;br /&gt;Any Precious Metal&lt;br /&gt;Checks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Gabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. That weird awardish-looking emblem on the front that says "Local Neighborhood Money Saving Coupons Since 1979" doesn't fool me either. You can't just make up awards and give them to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1938175190402491251?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1938175190402491251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1938175190402491251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1938175190402491251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1938175190402491251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-neighbors-at-money-mailer-llc.html' title='Dear &quot;Neighbors&quot; at Money Mailer LLC.,'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tPvee5OovAs/SWKYSIQmeMI/AAAAAAAAALE/AQJOwYMRR-g/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-5260818013572707316</id><published>2008-12-27T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:37:35.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freely ye have Received, Freely Give</title><content type='html'>I was reading in Matthew 10 the other day and came across &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/matt/10/8#8"&gt;verse 8&lt;/a&gt; that contains the admonition, "Freely ye have received, freely give." Coincidentally I was also reading King Benjamin's address in &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/4"&gt;Mosiah 4&lt;/a&gt; and came across similar admonitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about the financial security I have enjoyed, despite being a student, the benefits I get from various organizations, and the obligation I have to support these organizations. I use wikipedia several times a week and strongly believe in their efforts to bring useful information to everyone. I believed in Barack Obama's campaign and the potential good he can bring to the country. I've also listened to days and days of This American Life and consequently now have at least one story that applies to any possible conversation topic. None of these organizations is possible, at least in its current efficacy, without public support, not just social, but monetary support as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extremely easy to rely on the next person being the one to donate and continue to fund our favorite organizations. However, maybe it is my guilty conscience, but I often feel the nagging need to move myself out of the freeloader category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I view donating as both an investment and a test of one's own character. It is often a selfless investment in the future. We are investing in the ability of future generations, no matter what socioeconomic status, to gain information about the world, investing in the preservation of our world's natural resources, investing in the future leadership of our government, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is also a test. It is easy for me to espouse my idyllic views about the world. But when push comes to shove, the true question of my values is asked when those values require sacrifice. It's easy to talk about preserving the environment, or helping kids in Africa, or how great Wikipedia is, but it is a lot more difficult to open up your wallet and really support the causes you "support." And I find that each time I choose to do so, I am a better person. I am less selfish, I feel like I am pulling my weight, I feel responsible, I'm a part of these causes, I've taken ownership, and I've proven to myself that my values are more important than my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So invest yourself a little. We've received long enough, let's step up and give a little. Prove something to yourself. Find out how much you really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in what you believe in. Don't let the rest of society pull your weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the recent economy, many organizations are facing budget crunches. The ones that survive will be the ones with supporters who step up and give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the season of giving, I challenge us all to give to a cause we believe in. It doesn't matter who you give to, as long as you believe in them. It also doesn't matter how much you give, but I'd suggest making it hurt just a little. It'll be good for you. So, if you are up to the challenge, let me know in the comments. Merry Christmas all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-5260818013572707316?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/5260818013572707316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=5260818013572707316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5260818013572707316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/5260818013572707316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2008/12/freely-ye-have-received-freely-give.html' title='Freely ye have Received, Freely Give'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-3715358224661471912</id><published>2008-12-24T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:03:09.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help picking a class</title><content type='html'>Here is your opportunity to impact my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a two or three credit class to finish out my schedule for this winter. What should I take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-3715358224661471912?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/3715358224661471912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=3715358224661471912' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3715358224661471912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/3715358224661471912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2008/12/help-picking-class.html' title='Help picking a class'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-7012103518467533109</id><published>2008-12-18T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:27:34.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a robot in my apartment!</title><content type='html'>This morning for some reason I had the urge to satisfy some lingering questions about dishwashers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does the silverware really need to be placed handle-down? Cause I hate touching the top, and if I could put them in handle-up, that would be so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What really goes on inside of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do the dishes need to be oriented around the center or can they all face one way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are dishwashers classified as robots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit the last one wasn't really a question. I mean, I didn't know it should be a question of mine until I read an article on HowStuffWorks that said, "Basically, a dishwasher is a robot that cleans and rinses dirty dishes." I don't know why, but that really surprised me. I never considered them robots, but now I will. They will now get the respect... or disrespect (considering my usual &lt;a href="http://gabep.blogspot.com/2008/04/hour-of-nonsense.html"&gt;leeriness&lt;/a&gt; of the bunch), that they deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really able to find out if the dishes needed to be oriented around the center, but on one of the videos that I watched (yes, there were multiple), the lady loaded them that way. So the verdict is still out on that but I imagine that you should judging from the many videos of the inside of a working dishwasher that I also watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that it is a little more difficult that you'd think to find good quality video of the inside of a working dishwasher. And once I did, it was a lot less fulfilling than I thought it would be. I don't know what I expected, but I guess I expected a little more action. They are actually quite boring. Of course, none of the videos I watched included soap, and that might give me the added excitement I need to justify searching Youtube for dishwasher videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, yes, the silverware needs to be placed handle-down, except for knives which for safety reasons should be handle-up. But that leads me to believe that if knives get clean handle-up, other things could get clean as well in the same orientation. So I think it is fair to say that for "comfort reasons" all handles should be up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is it. And, I'm pretty sure that my worries about having interesting and productive things to do once I finished finals are quite valid as evidences by this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-7012103518467533109?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/7012103518467533109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=7012103518467533109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7012103518467533109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/7012103518467533109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-robot-in-my-apartment.html' title='There is a robot in my apartment!'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1090879169350525828</id><published>2008-12-15T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:36:03.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>I have just sent off my acceptance of University of Pittsburgh's offer and my declinations at the other universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Pittsburgh School of Dental Medicine Class of 2013 here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1090879169350525828?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1090879169350525828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1090879169350525828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1090879169350525828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1090879169350525828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2008/12/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1699995358216968981</id><published>2008-12-15T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:34:08.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Wiki</title><content type='html'>- "An apparent Muslim, Obama could use the Koran when he is sworn into office." -- First paragraph of &lt;a href="http://conservapedia.com"&gt;Conservapedia&lt;/a&gt;'s article on &lt;a href="http://www.conservapedia.com/Barack_Obama"&gt;Obama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Grant him the unconditional love he desires. If you really want to hold onto him, you must accept that commitment is not to be. This does not mean you become a doormat. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Long-lasting affairs are built on trust, intimacy and respect, just as any &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; relationship is.&lt;/span&gt; Usually long-term affairs are affairs of the intellect as well as affairs of the heart and body." -- Tip #5 of 6 from &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com"&gt;wikiHow.com&lt;/a&gt;'s article &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a--Mistress"&gt;How to be a Mistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (emphasis added to highlight ridiculosity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Shake down small businesses legally by launching spurious lawsuits against them. Have your lawyer do all the legwork filing and offering 'a deal' at a reasonable rate to make the suit go away. Split the proceeds. All you have to do is find something to be 'angry' about at various businesses." -- Method #9 of 20 from &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com"&gt;wikiHow.com&lt;/a&gt;'s article &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Get-Money-Without-Working"&gt;How to Get Money without Working&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1699995358216968981?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1699995358216968981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1699995358216968981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1699995358216968981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1699995358216968981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2008/12/dangers-of-wiki.html' title='The Dangers of Wiki'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1773089304970265460</id><published>2008-12-11T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:31:15.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking tip #2</title><content type='html'>Let me let you in on a little secret I've found. There is absolutely no circumstance in which one should put an intact egg into a microwave, shell-full or shell-less. I repeat, the is no conceivable situation in which it is a good idea to put an egg (in its oval shape, apparently you can scramble them, but that is yet unverified by me) in the microwave. Let me give you a brief synopsis of my experiences in this field of study to further develop my ethos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #1: Years ago, I decided that I was too impatient to boil an egg. I think boiling water took a lot longer when you are younger, so I decided that I could microwave this egg and speed the whole thing up. But, I'm not an idiot. At least, I'm not an obvious idiot, and I knew that if you put an egg in the microwave it would probably blow up, so I provided for that. I put the egg in the microwave and put a cup on top in case it did blow up. This way, it would all be contained in the cup and I wouldn't have to clean up much. I turned the dial and waited. KABLAAM! The egg exploded. The cup launched like a rocket. The top of the microwave was broken with several huge cracks on the inside. Fail #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #2: A couple months ago I was again boiling an egg. I'm still an impatient person though, so I pulled it off the stove too soon. I unshelled it and bit in only to find that sickly half cooked dark yellow color in the yolk. I spit out the bite I had taken and looked at the remainder. I couldn't just waste this, I was hungry! "Ahh," I think, "I will just microwave this egg a bit just to get that yolk done." So I put the egg in the microwave thinking that only eggs with their shells intact are bad to put in the microwave. After a bit of time I open the microwave door. I can hear sizzling. Just as I am about to pull it out. KAFLAAAM (an F is used instead of a B to denote a softer explosion sound)! It exploded and spread egg guts everywhere. Now, the egg that was supposed to be on the inside of me, was on the outside and all over me. The odd thing is that it didn't explode when it was microwaving, but waited a second or two until I opened the door to explode. It was as though this little chick had a mind of its own... Fail #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #3: 10 minutes ago I "finished" boiling two eggs. I use quotes because I shelled one, bit in and saw that sickly yellow again. Grrr. Well, if I had learned anything from incident #2 it wasn't "At any time, in any place, and under any circumstance, it is a really bad idea to put an intact egg in the microwave." It was more of a "At any time, in any place, and under any circumstance, it is a really bad idea to put an intact egg in the microwave without putting a paper towel over it to protect you against explosion" lesson that I learned. Apparently it was the wrong one. I was careful this time though, with my paper towel and my 10 second heating intervals. I finally pulled out the egg when the yolk was done. I tried to pick up the egg but it was pretty hot and so I put it down. But oddly enough I felt this area with an interesting sensation on the backside of the egg. It was... well, you know when you have the runs and your stomach is rumbling and you don't know if you can make it to the bathroom but you are sprinting as fast as you can? Yeah, it was that sort of rumbling, egg-style. I didn't think much of it, maybe it was just a hot-spot or something. Anyway, the egg was too hot to handle, so I cut into it with a knife. With not a second to spare after I pressed the knife into the egg, the "rumbling spot" of the egg gained critical mass and exploded everywhere. This moment has been immortalized in the following couplet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg guts, egg guts, egg guts in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Egg guts, egg guts, egg guts everyplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail #3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shells are not the only factor to consider here. Shell-less eggs are just as dangerous&lt;br /&gt;2. The old adage about watched pots not boiling is not true. But watched eggs may not cook.&lt;br /&gt;3. The eggs are getting smarter. The first one exploded in the microwave, the next one waited until I had opened the door, and the final waited until I cut in. I'm not sure I would want to know where the next one would explode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I repeat for your well-being. Putting eggs into they microwave in any form (except possibly scrambled, not sure) is putting your life in the eggs hands... claws... whatever. Just don't do it. I will come over and boil them for you. I think I am getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else know this and fail to tell me? Also, how long do you have to boil an egg? You'd think with those little 3-minute egg timers that... you could do it in, well... 3 minutes. But I'm pretty positive that's not cutting it. Maybe I should put them in the crockpot and they'll be ready by dinner next time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1773089304970265460?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1773089304970265460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1773089304970265460' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1773089304970265460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1773089304970265460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2008/12/cooking-tip-2.html' title='Cooking tip #2'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482174627982411654.post-1267800192030638979</id><published>2008-12-03T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:53:21.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream Post #2</title><content type='html'>I woke up around 3 this morning from a bizarre dream. I only remember pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being at some large convention center and there was an event going on. It was supposedly some concert by a semi-popular band, even though none of us at the center had heard of the band. Then somehow I remembered seeing the band members a few days earlier at a different event and remembered them going by different names. This brought me to the odd realization that they weren't a popular band, but were instead trying to scam people into thinking they were a popular band so that they would buy tickets. In fact these people weren't even a real band, they were just trying to deceive us. My fears were confirmed when I tried to go to the Facebook page corresponding to the name by which they went at their last event, and the page said something to the effect of "You've been scammed." So despite being fearful that they would retaliate, I spread the news. I don't think they were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part of my dream found me in a field. Scattered throughout the field were blue herons. The blue herons held little pink hummingbirds in between their beaks. Every second or two the heron would shoot the hummingbird out of its mouth and it would get caught by an opposing heron who would shoot it back. I tried to walk through the field and avoid the flight paths, but a hummingbird ended running into me and falling to the earth. I forget if it got back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after I had traversed the field, I remember floating in a stream. The stream at one spot was more open like a lake, and then it narrowed again. At the narrowing point a fence served as the stream's left border and a large industrial plant as the stream's right border. I worried at first about floating through such a small stream with a decent current, but figured it would be okay. My fears quickly returned when, while floating past the industrial plant, I read the sign for a chute dumping liquid into the stream right in front of me. It read "Caution - Hot Butter." I clung to the fence to arrest my progress down the stream and the dream ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482174627982411654-1267800192030638979?l=gabep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/feeds/1267800192030638979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482174627982411654&amp;postID=1267800192030638979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1267800192030638979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482174627982411654/posts/default/1267800192030638979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabep.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird-dream-post-2.html' title='Weird Dream Post #2'/><author><name>Gabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382829672502795731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
