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         <title>A Brief List of Gratitude</title>
         <description><![CDATA[A few things I'm grateful for today, in no particular order:

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	<li>Coffee.  In fact, all this past month, I'm grateful for coffee.</li>
        <li>My children, and how they interrupt me when I'm working for hug breaks, or just how they'll lay down on the bed so they can be in the same room with me while I work.</li>
        <li>My wife and how she tolerates my desire to be more green.</li>
        <li>Death Cab for Cutie.</li>
        <li>My new lawnmower.  It doesn't buck or vibrate madly like the old one.  How nice.</li>
        <li>That my wife's letting me do more of the cooking lately.  It feels like I've finally arrived in the kitchen.</li>
        <li>The nice weather outside.  How wonderful to have the windows open again.</li>
        <li>A clean garage where I can tinker and finally build my work bench.</li>
        <li>Being able to work from home again.</li>
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         <title>Overheard At My House</title>
         <description><![CDATA[This morning I was dancing around while we waited for the coffee to finish brewing, and I think I swatted Heather on the butt a few times, which, for her gets old at the first swat, and for me at the...well it never gets old.  Finally she spun around and said "Alright, stop!"

To which I immediately responded "collaborate and listen.  Ice is back with a brand new invention.  Something grabs a hold of me tightly, flowing like a harpoon, daily and nightly, will it ever stop?  Yo.  I don't know.  Turn off the lights, and I glow.  TO THE EXTREME I ROCK THE MIC LIKE A VANDAL <strong>LIGHT UP THE STAGE AND WAX A CHUMP LIKE A CANDLE</strong>" and proceeded to rap the entire rest of the "Ice Ice Baby", complete with funky dancing.

After letting me go for a minute my wife said "I don't think that talent's something other people would be proud of".

Marital bliss I tell you .  :)]]></description>
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         <title>Why I&apos;ve Been Away</title>
         <description>I&apos;ve been away and not blogging for a while, but not because I hate you.  In fact, I love you guys.  But I&apos;ve been on two projects that are both coming to a close soon, but they&apos;ve consume all of my time.  In fact, too much time, as my kids are prone to tell me every day.  I like that I have more responsibility at work, and I&apos;m happy with what I&apos;m doing, but it doesn&apos;t leave a lot for blogging.

However, I have a plan.  I&apos;ve got a list of topics that I&apos;m working on to start blogging.  I want to get back out here and start writing about some of the things that are important to me.  So, please accept my apologies for ignoring you and I hope you&apos;re willing to come back and read what I&apos;ve got to read.

Thx.</description>
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         <title>Whew</title>
         <description>And that Tears for Fears song *just* ended.

Thank God.</description>
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         <title>Tears for Fears Never Knew How To End A Song</title>
         <description>One day a while ago we were listening to some Journey at work, indulging a cheese craving if you will, and after the end of the song dragged on for a few minutes my friend Chris said &quot;Ah yes, the 80&apos;s where no one knew how to end a song&quot;.  I laughed, but it never occurred to me how correct that statement was until yesterday when I left work.  I have four songs from Tears for Fears (&quot;Shout&quot;, &quot;Head Over Heels&quot;, &quot;Sowing the Seeds of Love&quot;,  and &quot;Everybody Wants to Rule the World&quot;) on my iPod and I decided to listen to them when heading home.  Leaving the front door of my office I put on &quot;Shout&quot;.  Down the elevator and it&apos;s still &quot;Shout&quot;, walking the two minutes down to the train station and it&apos;s still &quot;Shout&quot;.  Waiting for the train and they&apos;re just now getting around to winding down.  I know it&apos;s only supposed to be a 6-minute song but it felt like a full-blown rock opera.  

By the time all four song had wound down my Amtrak train had left Philadelphia back towards Harrisburg.  I could have let the same four songs play all the way home and probably heard them 4 times each.</description>
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         <title>Two Demented Parenting Tips</title>
         <description><![CDATA[There are lot of things that make parenting harder these days...parents that let their children dress like hookers and pimps, cellphones targeted at toddlers, CHILDRENS! PROGRAMMING! ON! TV! 24! HOURS! A! DAY!

But I've found one thing that's actually made my life kind of easier in this world as a parent when dealing with my sly little ones.  <u>Cellphone ringtones</u>.  See, my kids know about Santa Claus.  We've told them that Santa's all-knowing.  We've told them that Santa's all-seeing.  We've told them that Santa has a round-the-clock surveillance system Dick Cheny has killed to try and get his hands on, and more importantly, Santa is in constant communication with all parents all the time.

And this is where cellphone ringtones come in handy.  If I think my children are being very bad and they're not respecting my authority oooo, look, it's the special Santa ringtone coming out of my phone!  "He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake..."  The look of sheer terror and wonder that song on my phone can evoke is nothing short of beautiful.

Which is where the other tip comes in.  I told my daughter a while ago that every time she lies, one of Santa's elves dies, and that Santa knows whose lie killed the elf.

"Who had the toy first?"
"I did!"
"No!  I did!"
"I promise daddy, I had it first.  I'm not lying"
"No I had it first!  She's lying!"
*after a few minutes of this*
"He sees you when you're sleeping...he knows when you're awake...."
"Hello Santa!  How...oh my god!  How many elves are dead????  Oh my.  That is a lot.  Oh...I think I should sit down..."
"Daddy, Owen had the toy first.  I was lying."
"Daddy, I hit her first, I was lying."

Yes sir...works every time.

You should use both of these tips in your house.  You'll be amazed by the power and terror you wield with these two simple techniques.  You'll wonder how you ever got by without them before.]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 20:20:03 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>A Glimpse Into My Heart</title>
         <description>I went with Heather to the grocery store on Saturday, which is a treat, because I&apos;m normally parked at home for fear I&apos;ll buy an $11 cheese or some imported Italian meat...and Heather&apos;s been feeling bad lately because she just had a root canal, and on Thursday she had her wisdom teeth out, so she&apos;s not eating either, which is doubly tough on her...I walked up behind her in the aisle, and wrapped my arm around her waist and just pulled her close. I felt the urge to, and she melted into me, and snuggled into me for a second right there in the middle of the store, and that unexpected moment of intimacy, in public no less, made my heart suddenly melt. I felt it burst open and gush everywhere, and one tear ran down my cheek. I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head while another tear sneaked out, and then it was over, but that one moment of overwhelming love has stuck with me since Saturday. 

Even now, writing this, I want to cry again, the feeling of joy is so strong.</description>
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         <title>More News from the Police State</title>
         <description><![CDATA[You may all rest easier now.  In case you hadn't heard, in 2006, immigration officials detained and deported public enemy number one: Ms. Nalini Ghuman.  Who's that?  What?  You mean you haven't heard of the menacing danger of this English-born musician and Edward Elgar scholar?

Well, I'd like to direct you to <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/17/nyregion/17musicologist.html?ei=5090&en=f8db6de4c1ad9d36&ex=1347681600&adxnnl=1&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss&adxnnlx=1190263070-H5td5UaxnwUKVIOnJqWpSA">this NY Times article</a>, which will make everything clear.  Or will it?

See, unfortunately, we don't get any answers as to why the DHS and ICE yanked this woman off of a plane, threw her into a holding room, proceeded to mock her, threaten her with indefinite detention if she moved, groped her, and refused to let her speak with someone in her consulate.  In fact, at one point she was told:

<blockquote>
"They told me I was nobody, I was nowhere and I had no rights," she said. "For the first time, I understood what the deprivation of liberty means."
</blockquote>

Funny how that works.  People in this country continue to say that we've got nothing to fear from our government while it's so incompetent it can't even figure out that someone who's name is Nalini Ghuman is not "hispanic" as the officers from ICE put down, or that it's even possible she really does speak Welsh, even though that's where she lives.  The news is filled with stories of government incompetence,  legalized graft, and abuse of rights.  Just about EVERYONE acknowledges that your average bureaucrat couldn't find his ass with both hands and a map.  And <em>still</em> people believe we should trust them, as if some magical cure for this bumbling and contempt for decency will show up one day.

Can't they see, can't <strong>you</strong> see that Ms. Ghuman threatens no one, except those who don't like Edward Elgar, oh, and maybe the former leading scholar on Edward Elgar: <a href="http://cathaoirleach.oireachtas.ie/images/portraits/800/CL_Lord_Glenavy.jpg">Lord Rumpole Winnifred Hingebottom</a>.  And still, as a non-threat to almost the entire world, she was treated like she was the primary suspect of 9/11.  Maybe you've forgotten, but we had the primary suspect for the 9/11 attacks cornered on the side of a mountain in Afghanistan but through incompetence we let him slip through our fingers.  Instead we waste time and money on egregiously abusive snipe hunts like what happened to Ms. Ghuman.

Hey, perhaps it was Lord Hingebottom that arranged to have Ms. Ghuman detained.  After all, ICE was kind enough to suggest that a jilted lover or rival had written a poison pen letter to the State Department which caused her visa to be revoked.]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;The Golden Age&quot; part II</title>
         <description><![CDATA[I realized another great thing about having a young boy in the house, aside from his infernal boob fixation.  

My son's at that crucial stage in life: learning how to use the toilet. As with any young man just starting to come into awareness of the equipment he possesses, he...well...let's just say that he's not the most careful about where he aims.  And by not careful I mean it's amazing there's not a yellow trail a foot and half off the floor across the bathroom walls.  Right now he'll come out of the bathroom with some accidental spotting because he forgets the important rule: "Before you put it back your pants, you give two shakes and you dance", or the urinal's too tall so he steps back and leans back attempting an arching stream, which as any man can tell you, does not end well, but I digress.

Every few days when the women in my house get around to cleaning they'll yell "<em>SOMEBODY MISSED THE TOILET AGAIN!</em>"  Well, if anyone looks at me, I point at my son and shrug my shoulders.  I no longer have to admit to my wife that I was the phantom puddler because I was trying to hang out the bathroom door, leaning on one leg, shooting at a great distance while watching the Redskins on the TV instead of where I was aiming.

I just say "Well honey, you know that Owen's still learning to aim.  You can't really blame him."  It's a <em>great great thing</em>.  Of course, the other day I had to pay the price for this because while letting him go whizz in a farmer's field on Sunday he let fly all over my shoes.]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 21:21:20 -0500</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[We have two new items in "This Week In The Police State":

<ol>
<li>This one, I'm sure you've heard of already.  A student in Florida was tasered for trying to ask John Kerry a question.  He was tased for being a "pest".  Here's an article with a video from the Huffington Post, whom I don't normally read, but hey, it's got the video.  <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2007/09/17/police-taser-florida-stud_n_64789.html">See if yourself</a>.  And can I just say that I think John Kerry's a fucking coward?  Any one with a half a sense of decency should have gotten off of that stage and intervened, not let a student get tasered in the back of the auditorium.</li>
<li>
My favorite though, comes via CNN.  A grandmother in Utah was at home when the local police stopped by.  They wanted to cite her for her brown lawn, which I guess is against the law.  When she refused to give her name to the officer she was knocked to the ground and cuffed.  She was injured on her nose and had to spend time in jail.  For <strong>NOT WATERING HER LAWN</strong>.  <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/09/19/lawn.dispute.ap/index.html">Here's that story</a>.
</li>
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Again we see examples of the police believing that their primary job is beat up the people they're sworn to protect, the people who pay their salaries.  They go out of their way to overpower and physically intimidate anyone, including grandmothers, who doesn't immediately snap to attention.]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 20:09:30 -0500</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[My son's recently rediscovered the magic of boobs.  He's fascinated with boobs and will grab them if he can.  It doesn't matter if they're his mother's, my mother's, random visitors...or...mine...he grabs them.  

This has, no doubt, caused some consternation in my house.

The women have flat-out said that the behavior has to stop, it's unacceptable, it's embarassing, and I have to be the one to deliver the news that grabbing boobs is not appropriate.  Plus he's got the vise grip of a senior steel worker clutching a winning lottery ticket.

I looked at it differently.  He's only 3, and right now, his fascination with boobs is still seen as "cute" by some people, and he's free to grab as many as he wants.  In another six months it won't be cute, and he really will have to stop (because I'll be hauled before a judge for raising the world's smallest letch), at which point he won't have an opportunity to touch boobs until at least 16.  If he's as smooth as I was in high school, make that 19, but who's counting?  And furthermore, once he's at this age 16 period of fondlage he's expected to be at least something of a gentleman, and only fondle one given woman at a time.  He doesn't have that restriction right now.  He can be all the three-foot cassanova he wants to be right now, and it's still "cute".  I have therefore dubbed this time of his life <strong>"The Golden Age"</strong>.  I argued a strong case for letting him carry on for the next six months so he gets to enjoy it.

But as I'm outnumbered, male, and make sense, I was summarily overruled.]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 16:03:54 -0500</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[We've got some great entries in "This Week In The Police State":

<ol>
	<li>This is from 2004, but it's still a good story: Sheriff Joe Arpaio sent his crack SWAT team to an upscale neighborhood in Phoenix to "seize illegal weapons".  They instead burnt down the house they were attacking, killing the dog inside, and arresting one of the inhabitants for a traffic violation.  After the raid, one of Sheriff Joe's men drove the tank they took with them over a neighbor's car.  <a href="http://www.phoenixnewtimes.com/2004-08-05/news/dog-day-afternoon/full">Full story here</a>.</li>
<li>Police arrested a worker at McDonalds for serving an "oversalty burger".  The burger's been turned over to the crime lab for investigation.  <a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5j2y4Bty5vUcJD6jnGMWEhkCd5l8Q">Story here</a>.</li>
<li>Police in Singapore arrived in four riot vehicles to put down a protest being staged by tiny plastic figurines.  <a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20070907/tap-singapore-protest-anime-c3bb44c.html">Story here</a>.</li>
<li>A Police Office in Missouri became enraged when a motorist refused to explain why he parked in an empty parking lot at 2am.  So the officer kindly offered to create bogus charges for an arrest.  Read the transcript and watch the video: <a href="http://www.thenewspaper.com/news/19/1961.asp">http://www.thenewspaper.com/news/19/1961.asp</a></li>
<li>Mounted police in Washington DC stormed into a press conference and protest against the war in Iraq arresting the organizers.  Story here: <a href="http://rawstory.com/news/afp/Police_break_up_anti_war_meeting_in_09062007.html">http://rawstory.com/news/afp/Police_break_up_anti_war_meeting_in_09062007.html</a></li>
<li>And a few stories from Australia, which just had the APEC summit, which George Bush attended.  <a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/apec/not-much-civility-from-police-chiefs-but-scant-civil-disobedience/2007/09/07/1188783496425.html">Police were warned that they should expect "level of violence not previously experienced in Sydney", and that groups of protestors would unleash...well...hell on Earth</a>.  So they had snipers everywhere, <a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=294390">they had police assaulting fathers in front of their children because they had the AUDACITY to walk across the street to go to lunch</a>.  <a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/apec/identity-parade-of-the-secret-police/2007/09/09/1189276546303.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap1">They even had their officers remove their "required" identification badges moments before the police stormed protestors and beat them</a>.  Of course, all of this was worth it because, as we found out, the biggest security threat at APEC was the comedy troupe "The Chaser",  <a href="http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2007/09/06/1188783415499.html">who were able to infiltrate security posing as a group of Canadian delegates</a>.  I guess The Chaser folks didn't know that APEC is strictly a no-mirth zone.</li>
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Ah, such helpful tactics from the police you can almost smell the love on the tips of their batons.]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[One day, when I was a gawky fumbling young man of 15, I was riding in the backseat of a car with my good friend Jeff and other of his friends.  Sadly I don't remember who it was, so I shall name him Leo...because I can dammit!

Leo's mom and dad picked us up at HersheyPark after a long day of burping, farting, rollercoasters, and staring at girls.  I was physically tired, but I was mental electric, and "Walk on the Wild Side" came on the radio.  Leo's dad turned the song up a little bit and looked at his wife sideways for a second.  There was something between them and this song.  I looked over at my friends.  Jeff and Leo were talking, so I sat in silence, and <em>listened</em> to the song.  And I heard it.  The line: "She never lost her head, even when she was giving head".

Explicit visions danced in my head.  My body suddenly ached.  Was I the only one who heard that?  When did that line sneak into the song?  Was it always there?

My hand involuntarily whipped out and smacked Jeff across the chest, but he didn't pay any attention to me.  He kept talking to Leo.  I looked forward for a second and saw Leo's mom in the vanity mirror of her sun visor.  She was suddenly prettier, and for a second, she and I looked at each other.  A subtle smile darted across her face and vanished.

She knew I'd heard the line, and that I'd understood it.  More importantly, she let me know she'd heard the line, and that she understood it.  <strong>REALLY UNDERSTOOD IT</strong>  And she wasn't freaked out by the notion.  In my head she was going to go home that night and do it to her husband.  Husbands and wives did that!

And as if to confirm it, she reached over and grabbed her husband's hand.

I don't remember the rest of the car ride home.  Instead I basked in the glow of my new knowledge.]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[Heather and I were watching an ABC news piece about the growing number of Jackass imitators that are posting clips of themselves getting hurt while trying bigger and dumber stunts.  Albert Nerenberg, director of the movie <a href="http://www.stupiditythemovie.com/">'Stupidity'</a> about such phenomenon said it's going to get more and more dangerous and people are going to die doing these stunts.

I'm not really unhappy about this, because the way I figure it means my daughter's a lot less likely to marry one of these knucklehead's children.  They're excusing themselves from the gene pool, and nothing could make me happier.]]></description>
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