<?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-8453890795496338070</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:50:25.764-08:00</updated><category term='parenting'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='news'/><category term='politics'/><title type='text'>Those Golden Hales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-1097400786000923370</id><published>2011-03-07T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:28:41.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 out of 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2g--iDyETvQ/TXVcERwiUbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_yAGL_ojIIU/s1600/Subie2.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/-2g--iDyETvQ/TXVcERwiUbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_yAGL_ojIIU/s400/Subie2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581468541751808434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved to Golden it appeared that everyone in our general demographic had a jogging stroller, a Subaru, and a black lab.  We have no plans to get a dog; our jogging stroller has probably been the best baby-related purchase we made; and now we have a well-used (but hopefully mechanically sound) Subaru. Each time I get behind the wheel, dad's words ring in my ears, "4-wheel drive just allows you to get stuck in more interesting and less accessible places."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-1097400786000923370?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1097400786000923370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1097400786000923370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1097400786000923370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1097400786000923370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-out-of-3.html' title='2 out of 3'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/-2g--iDyETvQ/TXVcERwiUbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_yAGL_ojIIU/s72-c/Subie2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-2787601848361672581</id><published>2011-02-16T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:27:01.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sustainable Energy Without the Hot Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGG_ys7KpE0/TVyMhFSXDPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H5wTskwCNmE/s1600/SEWTHA%2BCover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGG_ys7KpE0/TVyMhFSXDPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H5wTskwCNmE/s400/SEWTHA%2BCover.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574484938760588530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few months ago our friend Sue showed Elaine a &lt;a href="http://www.withouthotair.com/"&gt;free online textbook on sustainable energy. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sustainable Energy isn't the sexiest topic to read about in your spare time, but this is one of the best written books I've read in a long time.  Beyond content, it is a wonderful example of how to support an argument with "numbers, not adjectives".  I doubt this style of analysis will gain much traction in our increasingly glib policy debates, but that's a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote more about this in a recent &lt;a href="http://www.nipimpressions.com/news.php?viewStory=1419"&gt;Nip Impressions column&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2787601848361672581?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2787601848361672581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2787601848361672581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2787601848361672581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2787601848361672581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2011/02/sustainable-energy-without-hot-air.html' title='Sustainable Energy Without the Hot Air'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/-UGG_ys7KpE0/TVyMhFSXDPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H5wTskwCNmE/s72-c/SEWTHA%2BCover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-2103143622876041159</id><published>2011-02-10T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:29:31.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, We Were Meant for Each Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/TVRCx-2BPbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4y1oSWEKK3U/s1600/Baby%252C%2BWe%2Bwere%2BMeant%2Bfor%2BEach%2BOther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/TVRCx-2BPbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4y1oSWEKK3U/s400/Baby%252C%2BWe%2Bwere%2BMeant%2Bfor%2BEach%2BOther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572152065414741426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read Scott Simon's short book on adoption.  He gives a brief description of his family's experience - they have adopted 2 girls - and also tells some stories of other families that have grown through adoption.  I enjoyed the book a great deal and would recommend it to anyone who wants to get a flavor for how adoption changes lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon's experience with adoption has been largely positive (so far).  As a result, his book takes an optimistic view.  (The old Peace Corps slogan, "The toughest job you'll ever love," comes to mind.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my own next step should be to find a book that offers a bit of a more clear-eyed views on challenges, costs, and benefits of each type of adoption (private-domestic / public-domestic (foster-to-adopt / and international).  If you have any suggestions, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2103143622876041159?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2103143622876041159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2103143622876041159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2103143622876041159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2103143622876041159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-we-were-meant-for-each-other.html' title='Baby, We Were Meant for Each Other'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/TVRCx-2BPbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4y1oSWEKK3U/s72-c/Baby%252C%2BWe%2Bwere%2BMeant%2Bfor%2BEach%2BOther.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-302442704650367100</id><published>2011-02-08T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:24:25.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/TVHQMOJklpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPQ_DA-0eNo/s1600/2%2Byear%2BHuck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/TVHQMOJklpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPQ_DA-0eNo/s400/2%2Byear%2BHuck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571463122409264786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huck's second birthday was last week, and we celebrated with a family-friendly Super Bowl party. It was a good time; certainly the most people we've had in the house at one time since we've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huck continued his trend of bursting into tears during the Happy Birthday song, but at least it was his party this time instead of one of the Smith girls'. Other than that the birthday boy seemed to enjoy himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-302442704650367100?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/302442704650367100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=302442704650367100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/302442704650367100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/302442704650367100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-cupcakes.html' title='Super Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/TVHQMOJklpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPQ_DA-0eNo/s72-c/2%2Byear%2BHuck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-2079601732937932601</id><published>2009-12-15T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:41:15.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooks on Obama (and Christian Realism)</title><content type='html'>Garrison Keillor divides the world into Dark Lutherans (all about sin) and Light Lutherans (all about grace).  Obviously there needs to be a balance, but I lean to the dark side and am continually annoyed by liberals who think people are inherently good and conservatives who rely on God's (or the market's) intervention to unwind whatever catastrophes we bring on ourselves (e.g. environmental degradation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In politics you can rarely combine doctrinal purity and actual passing of laws, so every leader is bound to be a disappointment.  But despite a lack of significant achievements thus far, I still have hopes for the Obama presidency.  I have trouble explaining exactly why I'm hopeful, but &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/15/opinion/15brooks.html"&gt;David Brooks's column today&lt;/a&gt; helps make my argument.  Even if I disagree on many of President Obama's specific policies, his world view (at least as portrayed here) is one I find attractive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2079601732937932601?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2079601732937932601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2079601732937932601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2079601732937932601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2079601732937932601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/12/brooks-on-obama-and-christian-realism.html' title='Brooks on Obama (and Christian Realism)'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6534094955228635023</id><published>2009-11-15T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:29:54.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I will be the master of my cheese until the last piece."</title><content type='html'>The quote above comes from Jean-Claude Biver, who is in the business of watchmaking but makes cheese recreationally.  According to the latest issue of The Economist, Biver's cheese is famously delicious.  He makes "only" 5 tonnes per year, and it would fetch a fortune on the open market.  But while an entrepreneurial fellow, Biver chooses to give it all away: "If I don't sell it, then I decide who gets it and who doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story reminded me of my grandfather's tomatoes.  Papa's garden was a magical place.  He dabbled in a lot of produce -- apples, pears, peaches, muscadines, beans, squash, cukes, zukes, corn, etc. -- but his tomatoes were famous.  His friends would save their milk cartons all year long, and Papa would cut them into square pots where he would germinate his tomato seeds under lamps or in the hothouse in the middle of winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his retired years, especially after Gram died, gardening was a full time job, and Papa's tomatoes were very well cared for.  He watered through droughts.  He weeded with the care of sculptor.  He used insecticides and fertilizers that Elaine wouldn't handle with a hazmat suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were tomatoes by the gallon, peck, and bushel.  In good years, the mud room was full of sacks, cartons, and boxes with lush fruit.  In bad years the output was still prodigious.  Papa's largess went to family, friends, and neighbors.  Instead of taking flowers to someone sick or grieving, Papa would bring tomatoes.  Mom would put up sauce each summer, and we would eat them over spaghetti year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Biver's story made me think of Papa is that Papa loathed being asked for his tomatoes.  His pastor (or the pastor's wife, I can't remember) once requested that Papa provide tomatoes for some church function.  He complied, but he did so in a way that made it clear that such a request was a sacrifice, not a free-love offering.  A stranger once pulled into the driveway and asked to buy some fruit.  Papa was nonplussed.  He told the man in no uncertain terms that his tomatoes were not for sale.  Papa then proceeded to give the fellow a few, just to get him to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I didn’t develop much of a taste for fresh tomatoes until Papa was gone.  I sure wish the old codger was still around.  I would love to share a BLT with him (mine without mayonnaise, maybe with a Schlitz beer or a Coke) and introduce him to Huck.  Papa, you are loved and missed; God rest your soul. &lt;br /&gt;…............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia is a dangerous thing.  I tend towards thinking too much about the past, and missing the joys of the present.  That said, I don't ever want to stop missing my grandfather.  Our grandfather/grandson relationship was pretty idyllic.  I got the best of him.  By the time I came around, he had mellowed from his younger days, and we were never in such proximity that he (visibly) tired of spending time with me.  The things we did together -- picnics, trips to state parks or educational attractions, cooking, eating, piddling around the yard, watching tv -- weren't special because they were fun and stimulating, they were special because he was special to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6534094955228635023?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6534094955228635023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6534094955228635023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6534094955228635023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6534094955228635023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-be-master-of-my-cheese-until.html' title='&quot;I will be the master of my cheese until the last piece.&quot;'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-1302868870784029225</id><published>2009-10-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:41:26.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what you want to see in the forecast:</title><content type='html'>From NOAA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IF YOU MUST TRAVEL TODAY OR THURSDAY...TAKE ALONG A WINTER SURVIVAL KIT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems more serious because short-term forecasts are always in all caps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, a foot of snow in late October is a lot of snow for a Georgia boy -- and it's still snowing pretty good out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-1302868870784029225?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1302868870784029225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1302868870784029225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1302868870784029225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1302868870784029225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-what-you-want-to-see-in-forecast.html' title='Not what you want to see in the forecast:'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-8212354682698262380</id><published>2009-10-20T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:00:24.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Jesus?</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/guestvoices/2009/10/secular_saboteurs.html?hpid=talkbox1"&gt;commentary&lt;/a&gt; is like a train wreck, I couldn't look away.  In a recent sermon at our church, Brother Tim quoted Gandhi  as saying: "&lt;em&gt;I like your Christ&lt;/em&gt;. I  do not like your Christians."  I feel that way a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;a href="http://godhatesfigs.net/leaflet.pdf"&gt; God hates figs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-8212354682698262380?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/8212354682698262380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=8212354682698262380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8212354682698262380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8212354682698262380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-jesus.html' title='Where&apos;s the Jesus?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-2240580866503349071</id><published>2009-10-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:25:41.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's October?</title><content type='html'>How did it get to be October?  We had some nasty snow/rain/sleet mix today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot to report here.  Huck is crawling and generally doing well.  He's very curious, and his favorite things are shoelaces and lamp chords.  I am very much looking forward to a time when he can give hugs instead of just pulling hair (especially beard hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an unrelated matter, when I wear my rain pants I can't escape the feeling that someone is following me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2240580866503349071?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2240580866503349071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2240580866503349071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2240580866503349071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2240580866503349071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-october.html' title='It&apos;s October?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6097096679305320787</id><published>2009-08-22T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:41:07.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SpARXePfPmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/s4Wp1qIJ-74/s1600-h/120px-Tomato400ppx.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SpARXePfPmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/s4Wp1qIJ-74/s400/120px-Tomato400ppx.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372813450405690978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to the song, there are 2 things that money can't buy -- true love and home grown tomatoes.  Thanks to Elaine, I have both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6097096679305320787?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6097096679305320787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6097096679305320787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6097096679305320787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6097096679305320787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-things.html' title='2 Things'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SpARXePfPmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/s4Wp1qIJ-74/s72-c/120px-Tomato400ppx.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-1115037978106837310</id><published>2009-08-10T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:06:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This picture has nothing to do with this text</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SoD7h16izSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xLj9K_AWW2o/s1600-h/Huck+and+Grandma+chillax+in+a+sweet+chair.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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SoD7h16izSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xLj9K_AWW2o/s400/Huck+and+Grandma+chillax+in+a+sweet+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368567314652515618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have read 2 novels recently where contemplation of divorce was part of the plot, Walter Percy's The Thanatos Syndrome and Garrison Keillor's Liberty.  In addition, an essayist I usually enjoy, Sandra Tsing Loh, &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200907/divorce"&gt;chronicled her own divorce&lt;/a&gt; in The Atlantic Monthly and questioned whether lifetime monogamy was really all that praiseworthy.  This unfortunate set of reading led to nightmares and conversations with Elaine along the line of: "Sure our marriage seems swell now, but what can we do to keep the odds in our favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't come to any grand conclusions other than the standard ones: keep communicating, spend time together, work toward shared goals, blah, blah, blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I was primed to receive a spirit-lifting story, and here it is: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/02/fashion/02love.html"&gt;Those Aren’t Fighting Words, Dear by Laura A. Munson&lt;/a&gt;.  Munson might have a slight New Age-y vibe, but her story also feels very New Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/10/opinion/10douthat.html?_r=1"&gt;Ross Douthat's column&lt;/a&gt; today that uses Judd Apatow films as jumping off point to discuss the difference between talking the family values talk and walking the family values walk is good.  So is &lt;a href="http://egan.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/09/palins-poison/"&gt;Timothy Egan's&lt;/a&gt; on the danger of misinformation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-1115037978106837310?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1115037978106837310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1115037978106837310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1115037978106837310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1115037978106837310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-picture-has-nothing-to-do-with.html' title='This picture has nothing to do with this text'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SoD7h16izSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xLj9K_AWW2o/s72-c/Huck+and+Grandma+chillax+in+a+sweet+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-1224314766106930361</id><published>2009-08-05T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:28:35.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TKM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SnojV-8BORI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LXcD-K-PAAQ/s1600-h/TKM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SnojV-8BORI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LXcD-K-PAAQ/s400/TKM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366640766544328978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ninth grade English, we read To Kill a Mockingbird (TKM).  We enjoyed lively discussions, and our term papers on the book were our first real attempts at literary criticism.  Now I’m wondering how my beloved Mrs. Spurlock would have graded Malcolm Gladwell.  Here’s a paragraph from &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/08/10/090810fa_fact_gladwell"&gt;Gladwell’s essay&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the middle of the novel, after Tom Robinson’s arrest, Finch spends the night in front of the Maycomb jail, concerned that a mob might come down and try to take matters into its own hands. Sure enough, one does, led by a poor white farmer, Walter Cunningham. The mob eventually scatters, and the next morning Finch tries to explain the night’s events to Scout. Here again is a test for Finch’s high-minded equanimity. He likes Walter Cunningham. Cunningham is, to his mind, the right sort of poor white farmer: a man who refuses a W.P.A. handout and who scrupulously repays Finch for legal work with a load of stove wood, a sack of hickory nuts, and a crate of smilax and holly. Against this, Finch must weigh the fact that Cunningham also leads lynch mobs against black people. So what does he do? Once again, he puts personal ties first. Cunningham, Finch tells his daughter, is “basically a good man,” who “just has his blind spots along with the rest of us.” Blind spots? As the legal scholar Monroe Freedman has written, “It just happens that Cunningham’s blind spot (along with the rest of us?) is a homicidal hatred of black people.” "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree with him or not (and I think he goes a little overboard here) Malcolm Gladwell can flat out write.  He makes connections that I would never ever see on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-1224314766106930361?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1224314766106930361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1224314766106930361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1224314766106930361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1224314766106930361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/08/tkm.html' title='TKM'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SnojV-8BORI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LXcD-K-PAAQ/s72-c/TKM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-5895353566570337204</id><published>2009-07-16T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:33:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought on the MLB Allstar Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sl_-tiATkCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/C0mJ1A8ZtBw/s1600-h/TechFootball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sl_-tiATkCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/C0mJ1A8ZtBw/s400/TechFootball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359282139769835554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(image from http://www.playatgatech.com/blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Travis/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;There have now been 13 All-star games since the National League last won one.  That's fine, it's just an exhibition.  But if a game between two relatively evenly matched squads can have such a lopsided run, does that mean that Tech might never beat Georgia in football again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to stop caring about football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-5895353566570337204?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5895353566570337204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5895353566570337204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5895353566570337204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5895353566570337204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thought-on-mlb-allstar-game.html' title='Random Thought on the MLB Allstar Game'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sl_-tiATkCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/C0mJ1A8ZtBw/s72-c/TechFootball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-9089830897123213885</id><published>2009-06-25T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:24:53.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not a picture of Huck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SkRM6aODoTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J-b0VP59Iq0/s1600-h/Rplot001.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SkRM6aODoTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J-b0VP59Iq0/s400/Rplot001.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351486823577395506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent the last week figuring out how to draw this figure with the Statistical/Graphics software R.  I don't mean the last day, or the last hour, I mean the last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Elaine is the most programming-savvy member of the family.  Huck might be a close second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-9089830897123213885?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/9089830897123213885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=9089830897123213885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/9089830897123213885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/9089830897123213885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-not-picture-of-huck.html' title='This is not a picture of Huck'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SkRM6aODoTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J-b0VP59Iq0/s72-c/Rplot001.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-9136621132411819176</id><published>2009-06-03T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:17:51.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run-Walk-Run</title><content type='html'>I am not a runner, I am a jogger.  I jog, not because I enjoy it, but because I don't want to get fatter, and many things I do enjoy require a degree of physical fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huck really cuts into my frisbee/volleyball/basketball etc, so I've been jogging a little more regularly recently, often pushing a jog stroller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get too worked up about pace, but lately I've been very slow, creeping well above 10 minute miles when I have Huck in tow.   I was primed to be susceptible to advice, which came in the form of an &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/02/health/02well.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=health"&gt;NYT article &lt;/a&gt;.  (Yes I know its annoying to endlessly cite the Times and NPR, get over it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist of the article and a companion piece &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/running/Articles/Run-walk-run_to_faster_times__faster_recovery.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is that breaking up a run into running and walking intervals can be a good training technique and can actually INCREASE speed.  Adding in walk/rest periods contributes so much recovery that you can offset the walking with faster running during the run intervals.  At first glance, it seemed bogus, but then there were quotes from folks finishing marathons under 4 hours using the technique.   I was also compelled by the notion that run-walk-run could reduce fatigue and injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, on today's jog I alternated 4 minute running periods with 1 minute walking periods and low and behold I cut 4 or 5 minutes off my route, with a total pace right around 10 minutes per mile.   It  feels like cheating to walk in the middle of a run and it doesn't keep your heart rate as high as long, but it's a training tool worth trying if you aren't alrealy a superstar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-9136621132411819176?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/9136621132411819176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=9136621132411819176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/9136621132411819176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/9136621132411819176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/06/run-walk-run.html' title='Run-Walk-Run'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-8345151157793243143</id><published>2009-05-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:38:34.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildflower of the Week: Golden Banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/Sh4Fy0uNgCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Jbm6wglOcWM/s1600-h/IMG_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/Sh4Fy0uNgCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Jbm6wglOcWM/s400/IMG_0901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340712578812051490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, my favorite outdoor activity is much easier to do with a four month old than is Travis's. Last Saturday Travis got a little fishing in while Huck and I had lunch, but most of our outing to Golden Gate State Park was spent hiking: a short hike with a park naturalist, and a 2.5 mile hike (hilly and at 9,000 ft) that was quite taxing after our sedentary week at sea level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/Sh4Fohg-NuI/AAAAAAAAA3g/w6e0krZXm3U/s1600-h/IMG_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/Sh4Fohg-NuI/AAAAAAAAA3g/w6e0krZXm3U/s400/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340712401857558242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most babies, Huck loves walking and riding, and he'll put up with the occasional outdoor diaper change as long as it's not too cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-8345151157793243143?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/8345151157793243143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=8345151157793243143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8345151157793243143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8345151157793243143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/05/wildflower-of-week-golden-banner.html' title='Wildflower of the Week: Golden Banner'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/Sh4Fy0uNgCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Jbm6wglOcWM/s72-c/IMG_0901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-8377237678011177770</id><published>2009-05-27T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:35:05.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always something good in the NYT magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hale men occasionally tend towards hippyism.  Dad had some seriously long 70's hair and Uncle Rosebud drove a sweet VW bus.  My occasionally sloppy appearance isn't hate, it's heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes attempt to directly stimulate my inner-hippy through books.  I read some of dad's old Richard Brautigan novels and Confederacy of Dunces with much enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, I picked up Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance for a quarter at a used book sale, hoping for a similar reading experience.  I was sorely disappointed, I can't think of a worse book that I actually waded all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Rosebud passed along an article from NYT Magazine that was what I imagined Zen to be before I actually read it. &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/24/magazine/24labor-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;emc=eta1"&gt;"The Case for Working With Your Hands"&lt;/a&gt; uses words like "gestalt" and "metacognition" as unpretentiously as possible to make a case for physical work as a stimulant to intellectual vigor.  Nothing in the article should be particularly controversial -- it's pretty commonsensical -- but it's a good summary of the dangers of cubicle-conformity wrapped up in a particular guy's story.  Worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also worth a read is the latest &lt;a href="http://www.globalpapermoney.org/news.php?viewStory=3590"&gt;Point-Counterpoint&lt;/a&gt; where Jim and I bloviate on tenure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-8377237678011177770?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/8377237678011177770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=8377237678011177770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8377237678011177770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8377237678011177770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-always-something-good-in-nyt.html' title='There&apos;s always something good in the NYT magazine'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-3215360221964564699</id><published>2009-05-20T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:28:46.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Elaine and I have been married 9 years as of today; I cannot believe how fast the time has passed.  Thanks to all who have supported our family in large and small ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfathers, my dad, and I all managed to hit the lottery in finding wonderful women to spend our lives with.  I hope that Huck will be so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-3215360221964564699?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/3215360221964564699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=3215360221964564699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3215360221964564699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3215360221964564699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/05/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6845338377799005350</id><published>2009-04-22T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:55:48.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Editorials</title><content type='html'>I am contractually obligated to link to &lt;a href="http://www.globalpapermoney.org/news.php?viewStory=3531"&gt;my new column in PaperMoney&lt;/a&gt;, where Jim and I argue over "markets".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I thought this was pitch-perfect, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/22/opinion/22schiff.html"&gt;great op-ed writing&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't give a toot about the topic, but the writing was so informative and entertaining, that I read the whole thing .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6845338377799005350?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6845338377799005350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6845338377799005350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6845338377799005350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6845338377799005350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/04/editorials.html' title='Editorials'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-8314650984161664129</id><published>2009-04-16T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:54:03.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Lightener</title><content type='html'>Looking through our recent posts, it seems the page needs something fun on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SefvHdtZiFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/43odt1eEPXw/s1600-h/IMG_0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SefvHdtZiFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/43odt1eEPXw/s400/IMG_0610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325487995902068818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-8314650984161664129?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/8314650984161664129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=8314650984161664129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8314650984161664129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8314650984161664129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-lightener.html' title='Mood Lightener'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SefvHdtZiFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/43odt1eEPXw/s72-c/IMG_0610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-3621458656604753788</id><published>2009-04-16T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:42:56.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refinancing</title><content type='html'>Having been in our house for a year, we are now in the process of refinancing our mortgage.  Rates are as low as 4.5% for a 30 year fixed mortgage (maybe even lower in some areas for borrowers with pristine credit). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sort of perversely enjoyed working through the numbers on my spreadsheet, and I've learned or reminded myself about a few things in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you're trying to decide whether to refinance, calculate your rate of return, given certain time frames.  Take the amount of savings you would generate each month, discount the savings at a particular interest rate, and then see how long it would take to break even.  For example, if it cost you $5000 in closing costs to save $150 per month, that would yield a return of 5% if you stayed in your house another&lt;br /&gt;three years.  If you stayed in your house 4 years, you would earn a return of 19% on your $5000 investment.  Of course if you only stay in your house for 2 years, your return will be -30%.  It only makes sense to refinance if you plan to stay where you're at for a while.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was surprised to learn that my bank's formula for the payback period for a refinance is simply:&lt;br /&gt;Closing costs / difference in monthly payments. &lt;br /&gt;At least in our case, we would get two benefits from a refi: lower monthly payments AND faster principal buydown.  In the early years of our new loan (when the expected time value of money is greatest) we will buy more principal each month than we would with our original loan -- even though our monthly payments will be lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Paying off your loan early may be virtuous, but it might not make financial sense.  If you have a low mortgage rate, additional principal payments are a good way to hide your money from yourself and lock-in a low, but ethical, tax-free or tax-deferred return.  Given the recent gyrations of the stock market, this might sound somewhat appealing.  But in the long run...you might need that money for something else, and you can probably find an instrument that&lt;br /&gt;would yield a greater return (though you might forfeit your soul in the process).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If, say, 5 years down the line, mortgage rates have significantly increased, your house will be worth a lot more to you than a house with the exact same market value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-3621458656604753788?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/3621458656604753788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=3621458656604753788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3621458656604753788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3621458656604753788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/04/refinancing.html' title='Refinancing'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-2149602950208542145</id><published>2009-04-09T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:13:36.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned replacing the evaporative fan in my Refrigerator</title><content type='html'>If you don't want to break little plastic tabs and whatnot, defrost the freezer before you start taking it apart.  A hairdryer works quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is much easier to do something technical/mechanical if there are two of you.  I don't think that either mom or I could have cracked the nut of taking the freezer apart on our own, but we were able to do it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often easier than you think to install/maintain/repair appliances, but it takes patience and, sometimes, an internet connection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whining/roaring refrigerator is actually much more annoying than a screaming baby.  In fact, maybe the former contributes to the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2149602950208542145?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2149602950208542145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2149602950208542145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2149602950208542145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2149602950208542145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-learned-replacing-evaporative.html' title='Lessons learned replacing the evaporative fan in my Refrigerator'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-1367407962669510321</id><published>2009-03-30T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:09:46.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Carfax?</title><content type='html'>The Missus and I bought a new-to-us used vehicle recently.  I wanted to get a Carfax report before I sealed the deal, and I went ahead and bought 10 for $35.  Anyways, after using 1 on the new car purchase, and 2 for our old cars, I’ve got 7 leftover.  So…if you want the info on a car you want to buy or sell, let us know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-1367407962669510321?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1367407962669510321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1367407962669510321' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1367407962669510321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1367407962669510321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-carfax.html' title='Need a Carfax?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-5505471285115098630</id><published>2009-03-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:11:33.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forecast</title><content type='html'>We ended up getting a foot of snow, but it melted pretty quick.  We went for a drive in the close-in mountains on Saturday, and it was gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-5505471285115098630?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5505471285115098630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5505471285115098630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5505471285115098630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5505471285115098630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/03/forecast.html' title='Forecast'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-5573703786462136359</id><published>2009-03-24T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:28:01.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>I came across two good articles on basketball recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is a long &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/15/magazine/15Battier-t.html"&gt;Michael Lewis article on Shane Battier&lt;/a&gt;.  I know it doesn't put me in exclusive company to be a Michael Lewis fan, but that guy could write about paint drying and I'd be fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is a &lt;a href="http://fish.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/22/my-life-on-the-court/"&gt;Stanley Fish piece on pick-up basketball&lt;/a&gt;.  It's shmaltzy, but pretty good.  A few months ago I played in a public park in Denver where I was the only gringo, and some of what Fish writes really resonates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-5573703786462136359?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5573703786462136359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5573703786462136359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5573703786462136359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5573703786462136359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-5100444248484158185</id><published>2009-03-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:19:28.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim and Travis at it again</title><content type='html'>I plan to post links to my monthly columns on PaperMoney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is March's -- &lt;a href="http://www.globalpapermoney.com/news.php?viewStory=3410"&gt;http://www.globalpapermoney.com/news.php?viewStory=3410&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-5100444248484158185?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5100444248484158185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5100444248484158185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5100444248484158185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5100444248484158185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/03/jim-and-travis-at-it-again.html' title='Jim and Travis at it again'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-908643581173799184</id><published>2009-03-14T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:29:48.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Recommended Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200904/case-against-breastfeeding"&gt;Recommended reading&lt;/a&gt; for anyone with an interest in infant care. The bottom line—there is very little measurable difference between breastfed and formula fed children. Now, I’m not going to run out and buy formula just this very minute, but the article generally supports my recent self-assurances that plenty of fully-functioning, even successful adults were not breastfed, were overly attached to their pacifiers, didn’t sleep through the night until they were well into toddlerhood, were fussy, threw tantrums, etc. Happy parenting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-908643581173799184?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/908643581173799184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=908643581173799184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/908643581173799184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/908643581173799184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/03/recommended-reading.html' title='Recommended Reading'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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-8453890795496338070.post-5532540241356189817</id><published>2009-03-04T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:12:35.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huck and Master Knips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sa8Ky0Z6vTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Ob7b9BlOy0/s1600-h/H+and+MK+3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sa8Ky0Z6vTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Ob7b9BlOy0/s400/H+and+MK+3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309474353870191922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sa8KqexukZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vmSHDLFGp3w/s1600-h/H+and+MK+2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sa8KqexukZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vmSHDLFGp3w/s400/H+and+MK+2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309474210625524114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sa8KhO7xkuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q3qUlKSN5j4/s1600-h/H+and+MK+1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sa8KhO7xkuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q3qUlKSN5j4/s400/H+and+MK+1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309474051753874146" 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/8453890795496338070-5532540241356189817?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5532540241356189817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5532540241356189817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5532540241356189817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5532540241356189817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/03/huck-and-master-knips.html' title='Huck and Master Knips'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/Sa8Ky0Z6vTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Ob7b9BlOy0/s72-c/H+and+MK+3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-4506894592103807709</id><published>2009-02-25T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:41:51.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone for the congratulations messages! It's been great to hear from folks we haven't heard from in awhile. Please continue to keep in touch. If you need a current e-mail address, look me up on the National Renewable Energy Laboratory website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here is our funniest baby picture to date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SaVKBSUeOuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZtC58HzuE3o/s1600-h/Testing+Suckability+02_17_09.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SaVKBSUeOuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZtC58HzuE3o/s400/Testing+Suckability+02_17_09.jpg' border='0' alt='Testing Suckability' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-4506894592103807709?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/4506894592103807709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=4506894592103807709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/4506894592103807709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/4506894592103807709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SaVKBSUeOuI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZtC58HzuE3o/s72-c/Testing+Suckability+02_17_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-5187537492469412531</id><published>2009-02-16T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:30:40.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity Quarantine</title><content type='html'>New mom Elaine writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Huck’s 11th day of living on the outside, and my 11th day of living on the inside. I have been outside exactly four times: three times going back and forth from the hospital, and once to tell Travis where in the yard he could dump the compost. Perhaps today I will go on a little (2-3 block) walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I have been idle. In addition to my motherly duties and attempting to get a reasonable quantity of sleep, I have had the luxury of crossing a few things off my to-do list and catching up on some work-related reading because Travis and his mom have so generously taken over all kitchen and laundry duties, and a good amount of diaper changing, burping, and rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, despite my self-induced busyness, I am also getting in enough time for reflection. It has been about twelve years since I had more that 3-4 weeks off from work at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written on 2/15, things are getting more exciting by the day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-5187537492469412531?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5187537492469412531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5187537492469412531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5187537492469412531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5187537492469412531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/02/maternity-quarantine.html' title='Maternity Quarantine'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-1080739435120513572</id><published>2009-02-04T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:12:55.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huckleberry Thomas Hale</title><content type='html'>Huck has joined us on the outside.  Delivery was smooth, and mom and baby are both doing well.  Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.  Our next several days will be filled with learning how to feed (Huck), healing from major abdominal surgery (Elaine), and trying to stay out of the way (Travis). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are overcome with joy; thanks be to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of the day's events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma Katie in scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpX7S7OvDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HO4QmKdi6X8/s1600-h/Gramma+is+ready.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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpX7S7OvDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HO4QmKdi6X8/s400/Gramma+is+ready.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144587758976050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive and Kickin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpRewtsvQI/AAAAAAAAADc/YsDBC0IFaGg/s1600-h/Alive+and+kickin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpRewtsvQI/AAAAAAAAADc/YsDBC0IFaGg/s400/Alive+and+kickin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299137500469312770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpRsz-aiOI/AAAAAAAAADk/U59dOBDPkLA/s1600-h/Happy+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpRsz-aiOI/AAAAAAAAADk/U59dOBDPkLA/s400/Happy+Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299137741862897890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpSETnPAgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5aB8HLyq2M/s1600-h/Sleepy+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpSETnPAgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5aB8HLyq2M/s400/Sleepy+Time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299138145492599298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpR5PtkUaI/AAAAAAAAADs/12L2iBrcXj0/s1600-h/Happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpR5PtkUaI/AAAAAAAAADs/12L2iBrcXj0/s400/Happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299137955466858914" 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/8453890795496338070-1080739435120513572?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1080739435120513572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1080739435120513572' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1080739435120513572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1080739435120513572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/02/huckleberry-thomas-hale.html' title='Huckleberry Thomas Hale'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SYpX7S7OvDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HO4QmKdi6X8/s72-c/Gramma+is+ready.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-6081878610827355003</id><published>2009-01-27T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:52:32.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great with Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SX_gamHt27I/AAAAAAAAADE/TSH369tvlXA/s1600-h/Great+with+Child.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SX_gamHt27I/AAAAAAAAADE/TSH369tvlXA/s400/Great+with+Child.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296198434325126066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elaine is living large these days.  Our little bundle of joy is upside down – that’s breech for those inclined to medical terminology.  Thus, Huck is scheduled for delivery by cesarean next Wednesday.  Hopefully the little emperor will flip on his own, but he seems exceedingly comfortable in his current location.  We covet prayers for a safe surgery and for good health for mother and child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6081878610827355003?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6081878610827355003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6081878610827355003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6081878610827355003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6081878610827355003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-with-child.html' title='Great with Child'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SX_gamHt27I/AAAAAAAAADE/TSH369tvlXA/s72-c/Great+with+Child.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-2387233077056620810</id><published>2009-01-20T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:00:46.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blatant Nepotism</title><content type='html'>My father-in-law has a small, online publishing empire – Paperitalo Publications.  For several months now, he and I have been writing a monthly column where he puts forth some ridiculous thesis and then I set him straight (or vice versa).  Our latest column is &lt;a href="http://www.globalpapermoney.org/news.php?viewStory=3221"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It is great fun, and I highly suggest that you all convince someone related to you to pay you (modestly) to argue with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2387233077056620810?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2387233077056620810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2387233077056620810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2387233077056620810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2387233077056620810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/01/blatant-nepotism.html' title='Blatant Nepotism'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-3770138185969280103</id><published>2009-01-16T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:17:40.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would Jesus Smack Down? (which leads to other thoughts theological)</title><content type='html'>There’s an &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/11/magazine/11punk-t.html"&gt;interesting article&lt;/a&gt; about Mars Hill Church in Seattle on the New York Times website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars Hill fashions itself as Neo-Calvinist, with old-school theology wrapped inside a punk image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Calvinism interesting but unsatisfying.  It seems to be based on a theoretical possibility – that an omnipotent being could have chosen, long ago, that some humans would be destined for heaven and others for hell.  Could this be true?  Sure, insofar as any unprovable idea could be true; I guess we’ll find out when we die, or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand Calvinism’s appeal; many people (including me) would prefer to live in a world with a higher degree of black/white certainty.  Calvinism has a &lt;a href="http://www.bibletruths.net/Archives/BTAR097.htm"&gt;tractable set of core beliefs&lt;/a&gt;, so adherents can feel that they have some mastery over the tenets of their faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two notions of Calvinism that I am particularly drawn towards – original sin and emphasis on humility.  The world is clearly (to me) a messed up place; there is no end to the evil we perpetrate on each other and on nature.  The Calvinist teaching that we are “totally depraved” from birth explains this nicely.  Calvinism is humble in the sense that the omnipotent power does the acting – no amount of effort on our own part can ensure a pleasant mortal life, much less eternal salvation or damnation.  Especially in the West, we feel like we have control over our lives, but as we are reminded over and over (through natural disasters, health problems, accidents, etc.), this is just an illusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the whole package of Calvinism is difficult to swallow.  My reading of the Bible, the teaching I’ve been exposed to, and my lived experience informs my own theology, which can be summed up in two statements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jesus was a radical prophet who preached repentance of sin, worship of God, and good works to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Modeling our own lives on His – taking responsibility for our actions and turning from those behaviors that take us out of fellowship with God or hurt ourselves or others; listening for God’s still small voice, trying to tune in to His will, and expressing thanksgiving for our lives; and treating others as we would want to be treated – will make our lives richer on earth, and – if the Christian God really exists – might lead to eternal paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was as certain in some of my own beliefs (that God is active in the world; that He cares about the well being of me and those that I care about) as others purport to be, but to claim that I was would simply be dishonest.  Nonetheless, I am trying to believe and hoping that God will reveal Himself to me in a manner that I will not be too stubborn to understand and accept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-3770138185969280103?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/3770138185969280103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=3770138185969280103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3770138185969280103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3770138185969280103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-would-jesus-smack-down-which-leads.html' title='Who Would Jesus Smack Down? (which leads to other thoughts theological)'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-7218657285185588057</id><published>2008-12-29T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:14:00.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister declares Jihad on Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SVkhOv8jatI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SQjFZkxYy5U/s1600-h/P1000649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SVkhOv8jatI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SQjFZkxYy5U/s400/P1000649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285292174968318674" 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/8453890795496338070-7218657285185588057?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/7218657285185588057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=7218657285185588057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7218657285185588057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7218657285185588057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sister-declares-jihad-on-winter.html' title='My sister declares Jihad on Winter'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SVkhOv8jatI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SQjFZkxYy5U/s72-c/P1000649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-6221177798037691593</id><published>2008-12-11T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:20:22.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>Thanks be to God.  Alleluia, Alleluia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6221177798037691593?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6221177798037691593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6221177798037691593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6221177798037691593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6221177798037691593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/12/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6714286946248876929</id><published>2008-12-03T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:31:45.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Ends</title><content type='html'>Aunt Sallie passes along a &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/18/science/18tier.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ei=5070&amp;amp;emc=eta1"&gt;follow-up article&lt;/a&gt; to my post about race and snap decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe Implicit Association Tests don't really test true bias at all. That said, there is still plenty of evidence of persistent racial bias in this country.  For a long time, researchers have done "salt and pepper" experiments where blacks and whites with similar or equivalent  characteristics (other than race) are considered for jobs, loans, etc.  If we really are a  meritocracy, should &lt;a href="http://www.povertyactionlab.org/paper/bertrand_mullainathan.pdf"&gt;Emily and Greg be more employable than Lakisha and Jamal&lt;/a&gt;, solely because the&lt;br /&gt;former have "white-sounding" names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;James Naughton, canon for communications and advancement in the Episcopal Diocese of Washington, on the establishment of a new, Conservative Episcopal Province in the U.S.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think this organization does not have much of a future... there are already a lot of churches in the United States for people who don’t want to worship with gays and lesbians. That’s not a market niche that is underserved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Weekend's Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa is the catchiest song since Outkast's Hey Ya!  There's a live version available from NPR &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=18072246"&gt;here.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6714286946248876929?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6714286946248876929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6714286946248876929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6714286946248876929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6714286946248876929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/12/loose-ends.html' title='Loose Ends'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6451219391270761038</id><published>2008-12-01T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:50:05.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>45 - 42</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/STQHj7Xm2SI/AAAAAAAAACM/CM1js1wW_VM/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/STQHj7Xm2SI/AAAAAAAAACM/CM1js1wW_VM/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274849377371216162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not a current (or former) Georgia Tech football player.&lt;br /&gt;I do not give a dime to the Georgia Tech Athletic Association.&lt;br /&gt;Many of my favorite people went to the University of Georgia -- which is an excellent center of higher learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...There has been a smile plastered on my face since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David beat Goliath (on the Philistines' home field).&lt;br /&gt;The Trade School Nerds beat the Cool Kids from Athens.&lt;br /&gt;An annual whipping might turn into a rivalry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first year since we moved away from Georgia that Tech has beaten UGA in American football.  I have always said that the Sunday after Tech-Georgia is the best day of the year to live in Texas (or Colorado).  But yesterday that wasn't true -- yesterday would have been a very, very good day to be a Tech fan in the Promised Land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6451219391270761038?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6451219391270761038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6451219391270761038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6451219391270761038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6451219391270761038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/12/45-42.html' title='45 - 42'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/STQHj7Xm2SI/AAAAAAAAACM/CM1js1wW_VM/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-8821814745322674229</id><published>2008-11-13T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:19:00.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volatility is not Loss (or Gain)</title><content type='html'>I’m a little bummed that the bottom fell out of the real estate market right after we “bought” our first house (we don’t own a house, we have a mortgage).  More to the point, it’s no fun watching the value of any asset decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the title phrase of this post, “Volatility is not Loss,” should give us some comfort.  It’s something that any financial planner will try to express, and I heard it uttered by a broker on the radio yesterday afternoon.  It’s a good sentiment to remember in times like these.  A paper profit or a paper loss is just that, you don’t make or lose money until you actually sell an asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every asset is different, but for those linked to the larger economy, like a house in a major metropolitan area or a mutual fund with broad holdings, things may not be as bad as they seem.  The current financial crisis might lead to a permanent revaluation of many assets, but it’s also possible that this is just another business cycle.  What goes down will go up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, that is little solace for those around us who are losing jobs, struggling to pay bills, and wondering what the future holds.  As the seasons of Thanksgiving and Advent approach, I hope that I/we will be grateful for what we have and redouble our efforts to help anyone we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-8821814745322674229?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/8821814745322674229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=8821814745322674229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8821814745322674229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8821814745322674229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/11/volatility-is-not-loss-or-gain.html' title='Volatility is not Loss (or Gain)'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-100968651246454673</id><published>2008-11-11T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:07:15.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Policy/Ethics Question</title><content type='html'>Florida recently passed a law requiring older drivers (+80) to have their eyes examined.  (Please refrain from guffawing).  The result as described &lt;a href="http://www.medpagetoday.com/Ophthalmology/GeneralOphthalmology/11710"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, was a statistically significant decrease in fatalities among these drivers.  At least three factors were involved.  Some drivers flunked the test and stopped driving; others got new prescriptions to pass the test, which made them better drivers; others just let their licenses expire because they knew they would fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind this is a public policy success.  Fatalities declined and a bunch of folks can see better.  This begs the question: should this policy be directed at drivers of all ages, instead of just older drivers?  My uninformed guess is that there would be some benefit, but not as much as for older drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how many lives would make it worth it?  If it would save 5 lives, would YOU require everyone to have their eyes examined? 100 lives? 1000 lives?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-100968651246454673?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/100968651246454673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=100968651246454673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/100968651246454673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/100968651246454673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/11/policyethics-question.html' title='A Policy/Ethics Question'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-8539676927115417116</id><published>2008-11-05T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:18:58.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickolas</title><content type='html'>Late last Spring, Elaine and I went to a cookout with some folks from church.  It was a small group, and we were staked out near a playground where several children who were not affiliated with our group were playing.  While I was preparing dessert, the following actual conversation occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Boy – I need a S’more&lt;br /&gt;Travis – I can’t give you a S’more, there are a bunch of kids around here, and I don’t have enough for everybody&lt;br /&gt;Young Boy – But I NEED a S’more&lt;br /&gt;Travis – Kid, I don’t KNOW you&lt;br /&gt;Young Boy – I’m Nickolas&lt;br /&gt;Travis – Well, Nickolas, I’m not going to give you a S’more.  It looks like you just ate; you’re wearing your dinner on your shirt (his shirt was covered with ambiguous food stains).&lt;br /&gt;Nickolas – That’s not my dinner, it’s my mess&lt;br /&gt;Travis – Well, you can’t have S’more unless you ask your mom&lt;br /&gt;Older Boy playing on playground – Mom lets him have anything he wants&lt;br /&gt;Travis – I don’t care.  Nickolas, if you want a S’more, you have to go ask your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nickolas runs off, then returns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickolas – She said I could have one&lt;br /&gt;Travis – Okay (reluctantly gives Nickolas a S’more which he happily devours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally understand if this text doesn’t leap off the page, but it is one of the most memorable conversations I’ve ever had.  Elaine and I happily recount it regularly.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid was just so optimistic and so-good natured.  The way he said, “I’m Nickolas,” as if I had been hearing about him for quite some time, or should have already known, as if a name encapsulated everything you need to know about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but worry that this kid has a lot of pain coming his way.  Trusting strangers, wearing your heart on your sleeve, and appealing to people’s better angels is a recipe for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it’s pretty motivating.  I want to live in Nickolas’s world – everybody’s a friend; tell people what you want; ignore snide remarks; expect the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-8539676927115417116?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/8539676927115417116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=8539676927115417116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8539676927115417116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8539676927115417116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/11/nickolas.html' title='Nickolas'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-3247762114087927204</id><published>2008-10-30T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:12:50.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm implicitly racist, but I love Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>So I was reading an op-ed in the NYT this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/30/opinion/30kristof.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/30/opinion/30kristof.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which offered a link to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/demo/"&gt;https://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/demo/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an "Implicit Association Test" attempting to test our unconscious associations with race (and the leading party candidates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my test results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your data suggests a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moderate&lt;/span&gt; automatic preference for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt; people over Black people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your data suggests a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; automatic preference for  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; over John McCain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my emphasis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the idea here is to open up the hood and look at visceral reactions, rather than something you have time to think about.  It doesn't surprise me at all that I'm implicitly (moderately) pro-white -- I've had mostly positive experiences with white people, and my view of African-Americans has largely been formed by culture/media rather than personal relationships.  Intellectually, I believe we are all God's children, and that there are no significant biological differences (other than appearance) between black and white folk, but my sub-conscious instinct is to prefer my own tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attribute my preference of Obama to self-conditioning.  I really like Obama, so I associate him with positives.  I see McCain as more of a tragic figure, so it's natural for me to associate him with negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my results are not idiosyncratic, if white people (who still have the majority of power in this country) exhibit an implicit preference for other whites, is this an argument in favor of affirmative action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main upshot is that we should not beat ourselves up over our unconscious bias, but we also should not overlook a potential disconnect between what we "think" and what we "feel".  Furthermore, if we know we are biased against other groups, we should consider seeking out individuals in these groups to enter into relationship with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jesus-move is to have a preferential option for the poor, the hurting, and the broken, regardless of race, ethnicity, or other demographic category.  My base instinct is towards selfishness and preference for people who look and act like me -- the Jesus impulse has to be cultivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update: I took the test again and found no bias in preference for whites over blacks -- or vice versa -- and only a moderate Obama preference.  But while the test is a fun tool, individual results aren't really the point.  The important question is whether there is a pattern of subconscious racism in the population as a whole.  I'm fairly agnostic to this question, but I'm willing to be convinced by good research one way or the other.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-3247762114087927204?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/3247762114087927204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=3247762114087927204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3247762114087927204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3247762114087927204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-implicitly-racist-but-i-love-barack.html' title='I&apos;m implicitly racist, but I love Barack Obama'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-7868942302373721786</id><published>2008-10-27T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:51:06.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old people vote</title><content type='html'>I was at a retirement home this evening to attend a presentation.  The presenter asked how many people had already voted.  I think every hand went up.   I don't know who's going to take the over-80 vote, but I think turnout will be high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along those lines, Elaine came across a good article about generational equity in the Washington Post last week.  You might be able to access it at the following link: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/10/21/AR2008102102252.html?referrer=emailarticle&lt;br /&gt;If not, it is Robert Samuelson's column published on 10/22.  You can get all of the New York Times and Washington Post content with free registration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-7868942302373721786?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/7868942302373721786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=7868942302373721786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7868942302373721786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7868942302373721786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-people-vote.html' title='Old people vote'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-8096217748700863980</id><published>2008-10-21T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:09:44.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Vowell</title><content type='html'>Elaine and I went to Denver last night to attend a Sarah Vowell reading and book-signing at The Tattered Cover – the big independent bookstore in town.  I haven’t actually read a Sarah Vowell book – she read from her newest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wordy Shipmates&lt;/span&gt; – but her essays on This American Life are great, she’s sort of a Rock Star for nerds, and the event was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came away impressed by her encyclopedic knowledge of her subject and her general style – which is to inject so much humor into history that you forget that you’re learning.  The funniest/most poignant sequence of the night was when someone asked her how she felt about Sarah Palin injecting the phrase "city on a hill" into the presidential campaign.  Vowell said she was saddened that Palin's reference was to Ronald Reagan rather than a more original source, like John Winthrop, or, you know, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122307156719403445.html"&gt;recent interview in The Wall Street Journal&lt;/a&gt; covers a lot of what she said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-8096217748700863980?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/8096217748700863980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=8096217748700863980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8096217748700863980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8096217748700863980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-vowell.html' title='Sarah Vowell'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-476809893292353227</id><published>2008-10-16T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:48:29.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Even if you have presidential election overload ...</title><content type='html'>... you may enjoy the latest &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/"&gt;Frontline&lt;/a&gt; documentary: &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/choice2008/"&gt;The Choice 2008&lt;/a&gt;.  Personally, I cannot think of a single news source that provides in depth and objective information more consistently, and have recommended their online archive of documentaries to several friends and acquaintances.  The latest installment interweaves biographical information on McCain and Obama, essentially ending (briefly and without much comment) at their VP picks.  You can watch this program online, and it will be rebroadcast (on most stations) on Sunday, Oct. 26, and Monday, Nov. 3, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-476809893292353227?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/476809893292353227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=476809893292353227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/476809893292353227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/476809893292353227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-if-you-have-presidential-election.html' title='Even if you have presidential election overload ...'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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-8453890795496338070.post-2228259905339839168</id><published>2008-10-13T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:05:43.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy Says -- "You First Dan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SPON6ugxb3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TR3CEUMt6Ng/s1600-h/You+First+Dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SPON6ugxb3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TR3CEUMt6Ng/s400/You+First+Dan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256701230128918386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why is Dad wearing my shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How many pans of biscuits will Mom have to bake to train the dogs to use the dog door.&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/8453890795496338070-2228259905339839168?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2228259905339839168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2228259905339839168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2228259905339839168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2228259905339839168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/10/buddy-says-you-first-dan.html' title='Buddy Says -- &quot;You First Dan&quot;'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SPON6ugxb3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/TR3CEUMt6Ng/s72-c/You+First+Dan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-6992631164023748106</id><published>2008-10-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:23:38.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morleys Wear Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SPDGlG0nBII/AAAAAAAAAB0/5lzvI2Bw0DY/s1600-h/dave_nika_tmlmbgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SPDGlG0nBII/AAAAAAAAAB0/5lzvI2Bw0DY/s400/dave_nika_tmlmbgb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255919105930101890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We spent last weekend in Chicago visiting our friends David and Nika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine likes to ride the train, so we took the California Zephyr from Denver to Chicago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pretty much hated the train ride; it was rocky, there were very few electric outlets (which foiled my plan of watching movies all night), and I basically got no sleep whatsoever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Train travel could be great, but it’s not so great right now unless you’re taking a shorter trip or you can afford a sleeping car – which is way more expensive than flying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the weekend was spent wandering around town via long walks, bus, and train.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ate some great food ranging from David’s famous pancakes to vegan fast food (just as unhealthy as McDonald’s but without the animal products) to a giant Italian sausage deep dish pizza (that meal was sans our friends – see above).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We walked through the Lincoln Park Zoo; checked out Hyde Park, including the U of Chicago Art Museum; saw some sketch theatre – Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind by the Neo-Futurists; and went the Museum of Science and Industry – which is epic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly we just enjoyed being with friends that we don’t get to see often enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could write something profound about friendship and how wonderful it is to spend time with people that you feel comfortable being yourself around, but the words are escaping me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/8453890795496338070-6992631164023748106?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6992631164023748106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6992631164023748106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6992631164023748106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6992631164023748106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/10/morleys-wear-slippers.html' title='The Morleys Wear Slippers'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SPDGlG0nBII/AAAAAAAAAB0/5lzvI2Bw0DY/s72-c/dave_nika_tmlmbgb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-2424606600290740632</id><published>2008-09-28T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:40:50.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Different World</title><content type='html'>This picture was taken two weeks ago, less than two hours from our house.  I don't think we're in Texas anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SN_dsCXDY0I/AAAAAAAAABY/pBoM-FuAtuc/s1600-h/snowcapped_peaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SN_dsCXDY0I/AAAAAAAAABY/pBoM-FuAtuc/s400/snowcapped_peaks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251159439154832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2424606600290740632?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2424606600290740632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2424606600290740632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2424606600290740632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2424606600290740632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-different-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Different World'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SN_dsCXDY0I/AAAAAAAAABY/pBoM-FuAtuc/s72-c/snowcapped_peaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-1754579817018958491</id><published>2008-09-24T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:10:10.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The People Formerly Known as The Missions Committee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Busy times around here.  The weather is too nice.  Leaves are starting to turn and the nights are cool, but the days are sunny and warm.  I finally kept some fish last weekend (they were stocked rainbows, the wild browns and cutthroat are just too beautiful to kill) and we ate trout and grits before church on Sunday -- delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine and I are going to attend our first Church Outreach Committee meeting next week, which jogged my brain about the following link, which was passed along by our friend Laura from a guy named Brant Hansen's blog.  Anyways, it's short and it's fantastic.  If you are a church attender, a former church attender, or someone who knows a church attender, it's worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://branthansen.typepad.com/letters_from_kamp_krusty/2007/06/the_people_form.html"&gt;http://branthansen.typepad.com/letters_from_kamp_krusty/2007/06/the_people_form.html&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/8453890795496338070-1754579817018958491?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1754579817018958491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1754579817018958491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1754579817018958491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1754579817018958491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-formerly-known-as-missions.html' title='The People Formerly Known as The Missions Committee'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-5009185040315186677</id><published>2008-09-09T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:45:07.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpine Lake Fishing</title><content type='html'>Colorado summer happiness is a mild and sunny day, hiking past this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaJ_ViVvBI/AAAAAAAAABc/5Po5yRdjcCQ/s1600-h/DSC03329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaJ_ViVvBI/AAAAAAAAABc/5Po5yRdjcCQ/s400/DSC03329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244030537325460498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaKW9Z8-FI/AAAAAAAAABk/dQADzabJeVU/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaKW9Z8-FI/AAAAAAAAABk/dQADzabJeVU/s400/DSC03334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244030943164692562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be met with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaJUKMJQII/AAAAAAAAABU/EFuMqauziQs/s1600-h/DSC03331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaJUKMJQII/AAAAAAAAABU/EFuMqauziQs/s400/DSC03331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244029795545202818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be the ONLY angler on the lake.  It took an hour or so to catch my first fish, but after that, this was a regular occurrence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaLvl9w8MI/AAAAAAAAABs/tDLjvqZvbd4/s1600-h/DSC03339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaLvl9w8MI/AAAAAAAAABs/tDLjvqZvbd4/s400/DSC03339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244032465880805570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a little rain shower, a little soft hail.  We packed up our stuff, hiked back to the car, then went to Idaho Springs and ate a tasty pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Happy Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-5009185040315186677?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5009185040315186677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5009185040315186677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5009185040315186677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5009185040315186677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/09/alpine-lake-fishing.html' title='Alpine Lake Fishing'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SMaJ_ViVvBI/AAAAAAAAABc/5Po5yRdjcCQ/s72-c/DSC03329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-6666999210784607364</id><published>2008-09-04T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:23:23.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a middle ground in the abortion debate?</title><content type='html'>Timothy Shriver writes a good piece about the abortion debate for Newsweek/The Washington Post --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/religionfromtheheart/2008/09/pro_trig.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some thoughts of my own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole, people who believe life begins at conception are going to vote overwhelmingly for McCain this fall. Despite some earlier equivocations, McCain is presenting himself as stridently pro-life; Obama is clearly pro-choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is Roe v Wade really in any danger of being overturned? As long as abortion is legal, pro-life candidates get a cache of votes from pro-life voters without having to represent any of their other interests. Would the majority of politicians that benefit from this arrangement really be anxious to give up such a strategic advantage? If elected officials cared as much about the issue as single-minded voters, wouldn’t Senators filibuster at every opportunity? Wouldn’t Representatives attach riders to every bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would fire up feminists like restricting women’s reproductive choices. News stories about botched back-alley abortions would flood the media. More unwanted children would further strain a safety net already full of holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every abortion is a tragedy. But the best way to reduce abortion is not to reduce supply, but to eliminate demand, to change hearts and minds, to convince everyone to enjoy sex only in the context of committed, loving marriages. Barring that, there are going to continue to be unwanted pregnancies, some of which will end in abortion – legal or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person sitting in the Oval Office probably won’t make a big difference on these issues. John McCain would certainly be more apt to appoint pro-life judges, but there will only be incremental changes in the regulation of abortion in the foreseeable future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my general skepticism of the political process, I have the slightest bit of hope that Barack Obama could lift the level of discourse in this country. You cannot win a debate until people are actually talking to each other. If people are more engaged, if there is a greater sense of community, inclusiveness, and shared purpose, then maybe we could begin to break the vicious cycles of poverty and personal irresponsibility that feed the abortion industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat: abortion is a tragedy. But so is militarism, inadequate healthcare, profligate energy use, a failing education system, and personal and corporate unwillingness to do more for the least of these inside AND outside our borders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6666999210784607364?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6666999210784607364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6666999210784607364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6666999210784607364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6666999210784607364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-there-middle-ground-in-abortion.html' title='Is there a middle ground in the abortion debate?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-8728332332060975741</id><published>2008-08-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:20:29.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama plays loose with the facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love me some Obama.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you want to debate who should be president, I’d love to talk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s important to hold your friends’ feet to the fire too, so I’ll point out a couple of things from Obama’s speech that were dishonest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, if you read the text of Obama’s speech it will be clear that it was not John McCain who called the country a “nation of whiners,” but an advisor (Phil Gramm), but the language was purposely obfuscated to make it sound like McCain made the comment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second, Obama claimed that McCain defined middle class as anyone making “less than five million dollars a year.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was in reference to McCain’s answer to the question “what is the definition of rich” at the recent Saddleback forum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought McCain was actually pretty nuanced on that issue, he tried to point out that some of the least happy people he knew were quite well off.  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This could very well be because John McCain doesn’t know any poor people, but I digress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-8728332332060975741?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/8728332332060975741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=8728332332060975741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8728332332060975741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/8728332332060975741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/obama-plays-lose-with-facts.html' title='Obama plays loose with the facts'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6318693572054157657</id><published>2008-08-28T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:02:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um…The Al-Jazeera visit did not go well</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As promised, Elaine and I walked past the Buffalo Rose last night where Al-Jazeera interviewed some Golden residents re: the election.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were plenty of people in the bar, but the spectacle was out front where folks were holding signs that said things like: “God forgives, we don’t” and generally being rowdy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked on in quiet disappointment – denigrating Muslims for not eating pork and conflating Al-Jazeera with Al-Qaeda are not the ways to win friends in the Middle East – I noticed a reporter jotting notes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I almost walked up to him and said, “Don’t sensationalize this; it’s just a handful of ill-informed and possibly even well-meaning folks that want some attention.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I didn’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it turned out that the guy was Dana Milbank from the Washington Post and he wrote about the incident in a pretty non-flattering tone in today’s paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/08/27/AR2008082703977.html?referrer=emailarticle"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/08/27/AR2008082703977.html?referrer=emailarticle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in a particularly ironic twist, the only coverage of Golden I could find on the Al-Jazeera website was pretty positive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On this second day of the Democratic convention, it was off to the small city of Golden, 24km west of Denver.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The city sits in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains – just 21 square kilometres nestled in a valley along Clear Creek.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Small shops and offices line the streets, and people warmly say hello to each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When they see our crew, some tell us they're glad to have a chance to tell the world what they think about this political season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The overwhelming message – people are hungry for a renewed sense of economic and psychological security – and they're very keen to see what both Barack Obama and John McCain have to offer them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/news/americas/2008/08/200882516620749740.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://english.aljazeera.net/news/americas/2008/08/200882516620749740.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we walked by the protest I fished in the creek for a while (I long-released&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a couple) and Elaine went to the library to knit with a group of needleworkers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I stopped in to say hi, I noticed that one of the regulars, a girl who wears a headscarf – and is a member of the family who owns the Lebanese place that is probably the best restaurant in town – wasn’t in attendance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If she stayed home because she didn’t feel like it was safe to be out among the protesters, then shame on Golden, and shame on me for not doing more about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6318693572054157657?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6318693572054157657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6318693572054157657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6318693572054157657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6318693572054157657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/umthe-al-jazeera-visit-did-not-go-well.html' title='Um…The Al-Jazeera visit did not go well'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6366379603737341280</id><published>2008-08-27T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:40:25.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your man at the DNC (or at least within several blocks)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I went to see the hoopla today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rode the bus from Golden to Denver and went to a forum convened by the Progressive Democrats of America (&lt;a href="http://www.pdamerica.org/"&gt;http://www.pdamerica.org/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first panel discussed immigration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The two takeaway points were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A)&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;There are two types of factors that lead to immigration, push factors – that is crummy conditions in other countries – and pull factors – opportunities that exist in the U.S. that don’t exist elsewhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Immigration policy has largely dealt with the pull side, busting U.S. employers for violations (when it’s politically expedient).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But what about push factors?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are we making good-faith efforts to help Latin American countries thrive?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The panelists argued that U.S. imposed neo-liberal economic policy, so-called “free trade,” and American military support for corrupt regimes have created de-stabilized conditions that cause people to leave their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;B)&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;All people, citizens or not, have a vested interest in immigration policy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we normalize the idea that some people are illegal human beings because they didn’t have the good fortune to be born here, and we pursue them aggressively (think police raids with lots of guns), then we begin to think of a world where civil liberties are contingent as normal.  First they came for the janitors, but I was silent...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second panel discussed economic justice. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The highlight was Jim McGovern, U.S. Rep from Massachusetts who was remarkably candid about poverty and hunger in the United States.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was lots of talk about a new New Deal, such as a modern Civilian Conservation Corps to repair the American infrastructure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other panelists were the heads of Public Citizen’s Global Trade Watch (&lt;a href="http://www.citizen.org/trade/"&gt;http://www.citizen.org/trade/&lt;/a&gt;) and the Front Range Economic Strategy Center (&lt;a href="http://fresc.org/"&gt;http://fresc.org/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were pro-Union and anti-WTO, and frankly, a little glib.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the truest of the true believers, there was lots of hugging and some painfully sincere acoustic musical performances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the whole though, I was pretty impressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like passionate people, even if I don’t agree with everything they say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sean Penn was there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aloha Mr. Hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bailed on the third panel and went off in search of the free speech zone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was secretly hoping to get caught up in a march for something cool – religious freedom in China or equal pay for equal work or fully funded children’s health care – but it didn’t happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t get within several hundred yards of the convention center.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The friendly policemen with machine guns told me how to get to the designated protest area, but it was a total joke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a stage and a live microphone, but the place was dead empty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Literally, it was me and some lady looking at each other and asking “where are the protesters?’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kind of scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6366379603737341280?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6366379603737341280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6366379603737341280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6366379603737341280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6366379603737341280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-man-at-dnc-or-at-least-within.html' title='Your man at the DNC (or at least within several blocks)'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-7883601156002623393</id><published>2008-08-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:49:56.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillary</title><content type='html'>I have never been a Hillary Clinton fan before, but I thought she did a really good job tonight.  I heard some pundits say afterwards that they thought she could have gone further to renounce her comments in the primary about Obama's lack of experience, but I thought she made it abundantly clear that the distance between her and Obama is much closer than her and McCain.  Obama and McCain both said at the Saddleback forum that "it's not about me."  Clinton said the same thing, and time will only tell if her supporters will heed her call to fall in line behind Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Faludi wrote in the New York Times today about the Clinton die hards.  I thought her most interesting comment was on the lack of women in the political pipeline.  For instance, state legislatures are still overwhelmingly male.  My take on this is that its about egoism.  You have to think pretty highly of yourself to run for elected office, and many men (and women) have a hard time with confident and brash women.  The sin of the electorate is not that we punish arrogance in women, but that we accept it and reward it in men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the solution?  Term limits and public financing for a start.  More turnover means more opportunity and public financing would allow principled people to run without selling their souls to moneyed interests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-7883601156002623393?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/7883601156002623393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=7883601156002623393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7883601156002623393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7883601156002623393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/hillary.html' title='Hillary'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-7201642033545909097</id><published>2008-08-25T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:51:28.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Honorable Michelle Obama Package</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I decided to look at the DNC schedule to see what they meant by prime time.  The &lt;a href="http://www.demconvention.com/monday-schedule/"&gt;schedule&lt;/a&gt; did not fully answer my question, but did raise two more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who decided that all elected officials are honorable, and all regular joes are not? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since when is Michelle Obama a package, and not a person?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-7201642033545909097?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/7201642033545909097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=7201642033545909097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7201642033545909097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7201642033545909097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/honorable-michelle-obama-package.html' title='The Honorable Michelle Obama Package'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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-8453890795496338070.post-5489690185132188948</id><published>2008-08-25T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:51:59.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Alvin in the Wild</title><content type='html'>Now that I live somewhere that has chipmunks, I like to classify them as Alvins, Simons, or Theodores.  This one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SLNBNWK6TfI/AAAAAAAAABI/8h2tTioUxyI/s1600-h/chipmunk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SLNBNWK6TfI/AAAAAAAAABI/8h2tTioUxyI/s400/chipmunk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238602489107467762"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is definitely an Alvin.  After my friend Cathy and I stopped for lunch about 4 miles into Rocky Mountain National Park, he audaciously tried to get to our food from every angle.  Unfortunately for him, we don't feed wildlife.  We suggested he go to the trail head where someone left part of a PB&amp;J and half a graham cracker on top of a rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-5489690185132188948?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5489690185132188948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5489690185132188948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5489690185132188948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5489690185132188948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/alvin-in-wild.html' title='Alvin in the Wild'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SLNBNWK6TfI/AAAAAAAAABI/8h2tTioUxyI/s72-c/chipmunk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-275996102762475803</id><published>2008-08-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:33:01.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Forecast</title><content type='html'>According to the radio, we have a slight chance today for a "weak tornado."  Is there such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Ex-Hurricane Fay, pour and pour and pour (gently) on North Georgia.  They need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-275996102762475803?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/275996102762475803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=275996102762475803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/275996102762475803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/275996102762475803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/weather-forecast.html' title='Weather Forecast'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6163088499449526443</id><published>2008-08-19T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:09:58.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraisers…how I loathe them</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week I was accosted by some members of the Golden High ninth grade football team who were selling raffle tickets for a team fundraiser.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As someone who has mixed emotions about football (modern gladiators, injury potential, blah, blah, blah) I did not buy any tickets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I utterly detest typical kids fundraisers – that is the raffle ticket/bumper sticker/magazine/scented candle/wrapping paper/candy bar variety.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You expend a ton of effort to sell junk that no one wants at highly inflated prices, and in most instances the margins are small, usually because you’re making some fundraising company very wealthy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can well remember high pressure presentations trying to turn my classmates and me into junior snake oil salesmen so that we could “earn” crummy prizes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercifully, mom and dad were pretty cool about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They hated buying the junk that other kids were selling, so instead of making me and Melissa take part, they usually just quietly made a small donation to the PTA or little league or debate club or whatever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes there were side benefits – like the time we got to eat a case of chocolate bars instead of selling them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember a couple of exceptions to our fundraiser boycott.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For a while, Melissa was a world class Girl Scout cookie salesperson, and dad even helped out the cause by taking a sign-up form to work – a rare piercing of the work/home veil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the time in elementary school when I was hell-bent on raising $25 for the children’s hospital – not because of any great virtue on my part, but because I coveted the T-shirt that came with such a generous effort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was back when a walk-a-thon was a walk-a-thon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You asked people to sign up to support you on the basis of how many miles you would walk on a fifteen mile course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were actually stations where a volunteer would check off that you had passed certain mile markers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make my goal – and get my T-shirt – I had to walk the whole course, but because I was all of about 10 years-old at the time, mom had to walk the whole course with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She dragged my sorry, chubby little self the last 5 miles, maybe even further.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She even tried to buy me a popsicle with our emergency quarters – although, if I recall, they were sold out of anything you could buy for 50 cents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in the name of making sure that I finished what I started and didn’t let those people down who I’d told that I would walk 15 miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Katie Hale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6163088499449526443?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6163088499449526443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6163088499449526443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6163088499449526443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6163088499449526443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/fundraisershow-i-loathe-them_19.html' title='Fundraisers…how I loathe them'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-1636362222443985786</id><published>2008-08-15T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:16:40.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me Al…Jazeera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have lived in Austin -- an island of blue in a sea of red.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have lived in Houston -- a crazily libertarian place where a five minute walk could take you past schools, churches, adult bookstores, flop houses, and mansions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now we live in Golden, which is pretty Ozzie and Harriet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, we have our motorcycle mamas, kayakers, and ski bums, but this ain’t no Boulder, and you get the sense that people like it that way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my surprise when I heard that during the Democratic National Convention Al-Jazeera (the Qatar-based Arabic/Islamic media giant) will be broadcasting from our little hamlet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://politicswest.com/28026/al_jazeeras_slice_west_during_dnc_feature_golden"&gt;http://politicswest.com/28026/al_jazeeras_slice_west_during_dnc_feature_golden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know much about Al-Jazeera beyond what I’ve picked up from other media – I know that they catch flak for giving a platform to bad guys, but their website doesn’t look too crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their analysis of American voters &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/news/americas/2008/08/200888225515777102.html"&gt;http://english.aljazeera.net/news/americas/2008/08/200888225515777102.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is pretty interesting.&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I might have to walk by the Buffalo Rose the night that Al-J is in the house, just to see how the regulars interact with the camera folk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Golden will be beamed around the world; I hope we don't do anything silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: The City of Golden's "Letter to Citizens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://ci.golden.co.us/News.asp?NewsID=581%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/p%3E%3Cp%20class=" msonormal=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;http://ci.golden.co.us/News.asp?NewsID=581&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://ci.golden.co.us/News.asp?NewsID=581%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/p%3E%3Cp%20class=" msonormal=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://politicswest.com/28026/al_jazeeras_slice_west_during_dnc_feature_golden"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-1636362222443985786?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1636362222443985786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1636362222443985786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1636362222443985786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1636362222443985786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-can-call-me-aljazeera_15.html' title='You can call me Al…Jazeera'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-4684805468391566548</id><published>2008-08-11T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:34:44.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking the neighbors' dogs</title><content type='html'>Miles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SKDdJj5aV9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/6n3piY_EdN0/s1600-h/Miles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SKDdJj5aV9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/6n3piY_EdN0/s400/Miles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233425923329120210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SKDdUGcYQ4I/AAAAAAAAABA/LjKh20pL8Vc/s1600-h/Bill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SKDdUGcYQ4I/AAAAAAAAABA/LjKh20pL8Vc/s400/Bill.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233426104401281922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;The other night we needed to return a couple of items to the library.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While we were headed towards town, we stopped by to ask our friends down the street (Robb and Anne) if their dogs -- Bill and Miles -- would like to join us for our walk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took Anne a minute to figure out we were serious, but of course we were.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice walk; the dogs were really good at spotting rabbits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elaine and I like dogs, but they sure are a hassle, so it’s really nice to have neighbors that are happy to share their pets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s kind of like being a grandparent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you like animals, but you don't have the time, money, or disposition to own one, there is likely someone living near you who would be happy to let you walk, pet, or play with their pet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just ask.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Travis)&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/8453890795496338070-4684805468391566548?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/4684805468391566548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=4684805468391566548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/4684805468391566548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/4684805468391566548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/walking-neighbors-dogs.html' title='Walking the neighbors&apos; dogs'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SKDdJj5aV9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/6n3piY_EdN0/s72-c/Miles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-3699349378168785161</id><published>2008-08-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:28:28.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia and Web page of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The estimated mass of the earth is 5,940,000,000,000,000,000,000 metric tons, which might be a handy fact to know the next time you need to formulate a "Your mama's so fat..." taunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who says bigger is better?  Check out the Small House Society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;http://www.resourcesforlife.com/small-house-society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/8453890795496338070-3699349378168785161?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/3699349378168785161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=3699349378168785161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3699349378168785161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3699349378168785161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/trivia-and-web-page-of-week_11.html' title='Trivia and Web page of the Week'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-2515202032739619558</id><published>2008-08-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:45:21.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia and Web page of the week</title><content type='html'>Trivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circumference of the largest hail stone recorded in the U.S. was 1&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8.75  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noaanews.noaa.gov/stories/s2008.htm"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.noaanews.noaa.gov/stories/s2008.htm).  Think that would leave a ding on your car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have a site bookmarked with sunrise and sunset data, here's one --   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and Sunset information from the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; Navy &lt;a href="http://aa.usno.navy.mil/data/docs/RS_OneDay.html"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;http://aa.usno.navy.mil/data/docs/RS_OneDay.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noaanews.noaa.gov/stories/s2008.htm"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2515202032739619558?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2515202032739619558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2515202032739619558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2515202032739619558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2515202032739619558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/08/trivia-and-web-page-of-week.html' title='Trivia and Web page of the week'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6288780951279345038</id><published>2008-07-31T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:30:46.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we in Europe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SJMrgmKOdtI/AAAAAAAAABM/6Vqz8XckhJY/s1600-h/DSC03244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SJMrgmKOdtI/AAAAAAAAABM/6Vqz8XckhJY/s400/DSC03244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229571431306524370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One of the first things you'll notice in driving around Golden is the prominence of Roundabouts, primarily on South Golden Rd.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was pretty ambivalent about them at first.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's nice to not have to stop at lights when the roads are empty, but it can be kind of a pain to cross as a pedestrian if traffic is busy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mainly, I assumed that the reason for their presence was as much aesthetic as anything else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised by an article in the &lt;i style=""&gt;Golden Informer&lt;/i&gt; -- our city government newsletter -- that detailed the benefits of roundabouts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you want to read it, the article is on page 7 of http://www.ci.golden.co.us/files/Informer-July2008_LowResWeb.pdf&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically roundabouts have 2 main benefits over traffic signals:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) They reduce car speed through an intersection&lt;br /&gt;2) They pretty much eliminate the possibility of a T-Bone collision&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proof is in the pudding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the article cited above: "The average reduction in accidents after a roundabout replaces a traffic signal is 35% to 60%. On South Golden Road, there has been an accident reduction of 66%, and an injury reduction of 95%."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6288780951279345038?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6288780951279345038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6288780951279345038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6288780951279345038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6288780951279345038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-we-in-europe.html' title='Are we in Europe?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SJMrgmKOdtI/AAAAAAAAABM/6Vqz8XckhJY/s72-c/DSC03244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-1610671909449142873</id><published>2008-07-31T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:59:15.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs Round Up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SJMjsxfSt7I/AAAAAAAAABE/wWk3RWjYwfk/s1600-h/DSC03238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SJMjsxfSt7I/AAAAAAAAABE/wWk3RWjYwfk/s400/DSC03238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229562844413081522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you little bunny for eating the weeds that grow in our driveway cracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-1610671909449142873?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1610671909449142873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1610671909449142873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1610671909449142873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1610671909449142873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-needs-round-up.html' title='Who needs Round Up?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SJMjsxfSt7I/AAAAAAAAABE/wWk3RWjYwfk/s72-c/DSC03238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-5925627418282160066</id><published>2008-07-28T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:31:33.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the Rocky Mountain Veal cross the road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SI5kr9GnknI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_Yci9KFUibw/s1600-h/DSC03217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SI5kr9GnknI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_Yci9KFUibw/s320/DSC03217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228226923723199090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to our next-door-neighbor's back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mule deer with two fawns has taken residence next door  -- actually in the backyard next door.  My grandfather fought a life-long battle with deer who wreaked havoc on his garden, but our gardening is pretty limited right now (a few basil plants, a few chard) so we're enjoying the company.   Buddy and Dan the dog, eat your hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SI5k3vR0rsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8TLdnQJQJJ8/s1600-h/DSC03219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SI5k3vR0rsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8TLdnQJQJJ8/s320/DSC03219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228227126170529474" 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/8453890795496338070-5925627418282160066?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5925627418282160066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5925627418282160066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5925627418282160066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5925627418282160066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-did-rocky-mountain-veal-cross-road.html' title='Why did the Rocky Mountain Veal cross the road?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SI5kr9GnknI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_Yci9KFUibw/s72-c/DSC03217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-5316079499096306275</id><published>2008-07-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:28:04.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutton Bustin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SI5kDOi7ZsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kRUJkWACJ50/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SI5kDOi7ZsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kRUJkWACJ50/s320/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228226224030705346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Golden’s big community festival – Buffalo Bill Days – happened this past weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We checked out the music on Friday and Saturday nights, ate at the Firemen’s pancake breakfast on Saturday morning, and attended the community worship service on Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(To our friends back in Texas, the band on Saturday night was the Dallas-based country act 1100 Springs, and they were pretty darn good.)  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The highlight of the weekend was mutton-bustin’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the uninitiated, this is an event where kids between 40 and 60 pounds don long-sleeved shirts, blue jeans, flak jackets, and helmets and then attempt to ride sheep – sheep that are rather unenthusiastic about the prospects of being ridden by 40 to 60 pound children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were a few nasty falls and more than a few tears shed, but I don’t think any of the kids or the sheep were irreparably harmed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mostly, it was hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-5316079499096306275?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/5316079499096306275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=5316079499096306275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5316079499096306275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/5316079499096306275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/mutton-bustin.html' title='Mutton Bustin&apos;'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SI5kDOi7ZsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kRUJkWACJ50/s72-c/DSC03229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-9076634308153282808</id><published>2008-07-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:33:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia and Web page of the week</title><content type='html'>The first of a continuing series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bar bet you'll always win: Who ran the first 4-minute mile?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Derek Ibbotson.  It's well known that the first runner to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; the 4-minute mile barrier was Roger Bannister, but Ibbotson was the first to record a time of 4:00.00 minutes in competition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really trying to pinch pennies, you can compare gas prices before you head to the pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gasbuddy.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-9076634308153282808?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/9076634308153282808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=9076634308153282808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/9076634308153282808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/9076634308153282808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/trivia-question-and-web-page-of-week.html' title='Trivia and Web page of the week'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6859860090376896945</id><published>2008-07-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:33:21.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Bowl -- Ayes and Buts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Elaine and I have been spending a lot of time at the bowling alley down the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve actually only bowled once, but the Golden Bowl has so much more to offer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the picture in the post below indicates, the Golden Bowl has a bar with some seriously cheap beer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have a couple of crummy pool tables, a dart board, a juke box, a free-to-use ping pong table, and good-natured karaoke on Friday and Saturday nights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is also a surprisingly good Chinese restaurant inside the Golden Bowl – sort of like Chinese food at a mall, but a solid step up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real reason we’ve been spending so much time at the bowling alley is that they have free Texas Hold’em on Tuesday and Friday nights.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I’ve never bought a lottery ticket, much less been to a casino – I’ve always been afraid that I might like gambling a little too much if I ever started – but I generally enjoy just about any form of competition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Free Hold’em is actually a pretty dumb game; when folks are playing with imaginary money, there isn’t much skill involved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nonetheless, we’ve had our share of success – 1 first place finish for Elaine, 2 firsts and a third for me – which gets paid off in bowling alley gift certificates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More importantly, it’s been a good way to meet local folks from all walks of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that as we become further integrated into Golden we find better things to do that playing free poker on a regular basis, but it seems likely that the Golden Bowl will continue to be a regular fixture on our social calendar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing Anecdote:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker gets played at 2 or 3 tables of ten players and a dealer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brian is our preferred dealer, but they’re all pretty nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One dealer is an attractive woman named Jolene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Brian was complaining that there weren’t many players interested in sitting at his table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Barbara, one of our favorite compatriots, remarked that the younger guys wanted to sit close to Jolene – for obvious reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Barbara went on to lament that the guys probably weren’t even noticing Jolene’s best physical feature, her big brown eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that point, Shawn, a recent transplant from North Carolina, drawled, “I’ve noticed them; I’m an eyes man.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eyes and butts.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-6859860090376896945?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6859860090376896945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6859860090376896945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6859860090376896945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6859860090376896945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/golden-bowl-ayes-and-buts.html' title='The Golden Bowl -- Ayes and Buts'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-6568657298591323122</id><published>2008-07-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:06:25.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Kids + Giant Brewery =</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SIH0s-mSjJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/13v9WGhHQPM/s1600-h/DSC03204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SIH0s-mSjJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/13v9WGhHQPM/s320/DSC03204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224726096281504914" 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/8453890795496338070-6568657298591323122?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/6568657298591323122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=6568657298591323122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6568657298591323122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/6568657298591323122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/college-kids-giant-brewery.html' title='College Kids + Giant Brewery ='/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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/_ywbqrxk8H-4/SIH0s-mSjJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/13v9WGhHQPM/s72-c/DSC03204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-523160121891144077</id><published>2008-07-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:39:12.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindred Spirits</title><content type='html'>NYT has a piece covering a controversy over some high school kids setting up a wiffle ball field in a "vacant" lot in Greenwich, Connecticut.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/10/nyregion/10towns.html?em&amp;amp;ex=1215835200&amp;amp;en=c84dff99e1e7a1fd&amp;amp;ei=5087%0A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm sympathetic to all parties concerned here, including the disaffected home owners, but surely they can find a compromise that allows wiffle ball to continue in some form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As is my wont, I will now make a provocative, if not completely fair comparison.)  If state and local governments can spend millions of dollars luring professional sports teams, they have to find a way to accommodate something as simple and beautiful as a bunch of minimally-organized kids playing wiffle ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed little doodle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-523160121891144077?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/523160121891144077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=523160121891144077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/523160121891144077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/523160121891144077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/kindred-spirits.html' title='Kindred Spirits'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-7308776616511601132</id><published>2008-07-10T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:21:00.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Robert Frank’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Falling Behind&lt;/i&gt; is an elegant and compelling description of how rising economic inequality hurts Americans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the preface, Frank poses two thought experiments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Would you prefer World A -- where you have a 3,000 sq. ft. house and all other houses are 2,000 sq. ft. or World B -- where you have a 4,000 sq. ft. house and everyone else has a 6,000 sq. ft. house?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Would you prefer World C -- where you get 4 weeks of vacation per year and all of your coworkers get 6 or World D -- where you get 2 weeks of vacation per year and all of your coworkers get 1?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank finds that most people would prefer World A, where they have a &lt;i style=""&gt;relatively&lt;/i&gt; large house, and World C, where they get &lt;i style=""&gt;absolutely &lt;/i&gt;more vacation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, a dichotomy: Some items are strongly linked to their context, these Frank deems &lt;b style=""&gt;positional goods&lt;/b&gt;; other items simply follow a dictum of more is better – like vacation time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central argument of the book is laid out in 4 propositions:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Context matters in some domains more than others&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Sometimes, positional arms races occur&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Positional arms races divert resources from non-positional goods, causing welfare loss&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;For middle class families, losses from positional arms races have been made worse by inequality&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one example of how the argument plays out: Parents want their kids to go to good schools.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good schools are related to good neighborhoods which are related to high house prices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, a family might reasonably sacrifice other important types of spending (travel, gifts to charity, recreation) to buy a house that they can barely afford.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But here’s the rub, only half of all students can go to above average schools.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If everyone reacts equivalently - buying a more expensive house to get their child into a better school district - everyone’s child goes to the same quality school as before, but there are lot fewer resources to devote to other things that make us happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank’s main policy suggestion is to replace the current income tax system with a progressive tax on consumption – i.e. income minus savings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such a tax would de-incentivize conspicuous consumption broadly, as opposed to excise taxes which tend to transfer ridiculous spending from one domain to another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Charitable contributions, expenditures on health care or education, or other activities could be exempted from the consumption tax.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This approach seems quite reasonable to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes little sense to tax something that is good – i.e. work via income – when we could tax things with negative consequences – e.g. energy use or positional consumption.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling Behind&lt;/i&gt; is short and insightful; if you’re library has a copy of it, I highly suggest it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-7308776616511601132?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/7308776616511601132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=7308776616511601132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7308776616511601132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/7308776616511601132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/robert-franks-falling-behind-is-elegant.html' title='Falling Behind'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-3766756845598086540</id><published>2008-07-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:10:02.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>What do engineers use for birth control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their personalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As told to us by a couple of Boeing engineers that have three kids, so I guess it's not that effective.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you haven't seen the Engineer's Guide to Cats, I thoroughly recommend it -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHXBL6bzAR4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-3766756845598086540?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/3766756845598086540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=3766756845598086540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3766756845598086540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3766756845598086540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-3517308379402239249</id><published>2008-07-07T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:45:13.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Course Dress Codes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Collared shirts required; shorts must be Bermuda length; no denim or cut-offs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Presumably, the purpose of a golf course dress code is to keep the riff-raff out, but don't the greens fees achieve the same purpose?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like rules, but I prefer them to be meaningful rather than symbolic, especially when the symbolism is snobbery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn't the better rule that golfers be respectful of others and the facility?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is the correlation between dressing well and behaving well on the golf course really all that high?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with golf course dress codes at public courses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I can vote in a t-shirt, I ought to be able to play golf in one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, up with dress codes, and especially uniforms, at schools (public and otherwise).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The case that clothing is a way for kids to "express themselves" is overblown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my experience, the way kids dress mainly expresses the size of their parents' bank accounts, or at least their willingness to spend conspicuously on fashion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uniforms can (partially) shield economically disadvantaged kids from being ridiculed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More generally, they subvert a positional goods arms race in which families devote an increasing share of resources to things that hold little inherent value (nod to Robert Frank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society."&lt;br /&gt;-- Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-3517308379402239249?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/3517308379402239249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=3517308379402239249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3517308379402239249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/3517308379402239249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/golf-course-dress-codes.html' title='Golf Course Dress Codes'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-4790759890165536780</id><published>2008-07-01T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:43:47.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob and Deanne -- The Full Toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was supposed to give a toast at Rob’s wedding this past weekend, but when the appropriate time came, the room got a little dusty and onion-y, so I gave a much-abbreviated version.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s the full one -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Rob, we were both clueless freshmen from the burbs trying to make a go of it at Georgia Tech.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rob was a quiet guy, but he had a good sense of humor, and if you wanted to put together a pizza order, you could always count on him to chip in.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sophomore year, we roomed together, and it was probably the best year of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rob nursed me through a melodramatic breakup with my high school sweetheart then had a ringside seat as I began to woo the love of my life, Elaine.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot about Rob that year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition to being a fun and funny guy, he’s smart and patient.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s a loyal son and brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s incredibly giving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, his taste in movies is mediocre, he’s a remarkably bad basketball player, and his man-love for Tom Glavine is a little creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time our junior year rolled around, I was really looking forward to spending more time with Rob, but it wasn’t to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He moved home that year to be closer to his ailing father, and it is a great tragedy that Mr. King isn’t here today to enjoy this celebration.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those last years at Georgia Tech we didn’t see Rob as much we would have liked, but we did learn the depth of his love and caring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since we’ve left Georgia, I only get to see Rob once or twice a year now, but invariably, those are highlights of my year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine and I were visiting Atlanta last 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July and tagged along for Rob and DeAnne’s second date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was clear even at that stage that they were a good match.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DeAnne has a great mix of sweetness and sass that complement Rob perfectly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the Christmas holidays, DeAnne endured “Idiot Fest” – our annual New Year’s bacchanalia where Rob, John, Garrick, and assorted other friends act like we’re about 5 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DeAnne pitched and umpired the wiffle ball game, making ample use of here well-honed teacher voice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keeping the peace and her sanity were no small feats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rob and DeAnne are special people, and we are happy that they have found each other and are lucky that they are in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rob and DeAnne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May your days be long&lt;br /&gt;May your home be full of joy&lt;br /&gt;May your love grow ever stronger&lt;br /&gt;And may your hearts grow together as one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-4790759890165536780?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/4790759890165536780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=4790759890165536780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/4790759890165536780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/4790759890165536780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/07/rob-and-deanne-full-toast.html' title='Rob and Deanne -- The Full Toast'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-1718935051059187645</id><published>2008-06-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:21:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counterevidence to my theory that people basically stink -- Part 1 of a continuing series (hopefully)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SGD3tU224KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/irHBwFkbomw/s1600-h/garden_cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SGD3tU224KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/irHBwFkbomw/s400/garden_cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215440726560006306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Garrison Keillor's dichotomy of the world into "Dark Lutherans" and "Light Lutherans," I am decidedly in the "Dark Lutheran" corner.  My basic position is that people suck.  We're selfish and nasty and mean, and when we occasionally do good things, that can usually be explained by the fact that we like to feel good about ourselves, not that we're actually good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I do like to find the rare example of ideas or people that make me the world better.  Here are 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rifle Falls State Park has 7 "walk-in campsites."  They are all within a half-mile of the parking lot, so it's not a major backpacking expeditition.  Nonetheless, it could be a challenge for a normal car-camper to lug her stuff from the car to a site.  Lo and behold, somebody (presumably the Parks department, but maybe a Good Samaritan) has placed a garden cart at the trail entrance.  What's amazing to me is that the cart seems to be well used -- which means it has been there for a while without being defaced or stolen.  Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Salt Lake City has giant city blocks; I'm not sure, maybe it's a Mormon thing -- like the street naming conventions.  At any rate, some crosswalks are in the middle of blocks, and there are no stoplights to provide cover for pedestrians.  Someone had the good sense to place crossing-guard style flags at these crosswalks so that a pedestrian can at least make it obvious to drivers that she is there.  Once again, the idea is great, but the fact that no one has stolen or defaced all the flags is also a minor miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There's a restaurant in Salt Lake City called One World Everybody Eats http://www.oneworldeverybodyeats.com/   It's organic, local (when possible), and there are no set prices -- you pay what you think the meal is worth.  Furthermore, they provide a daily staple -- when we visited it was rice and beans -- for which they expect no payment, so, truly, everybody can eat.  If you want a full meal and have no scratch, an hour's worth of work gets you a plate.  The food also happens to be quite tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Workshop Houston http://www.workshophouston.org/ is a favorite nonprofit from our Lone Star days.  We were first acquainted with their bike shop where anybody can come and use their array of specialty tools and get expert help on repair and maintenance -- for free.  Better still, any kid or adult that doesn't have a bike can build their own (using donated components) after first repairing a donated bike for a nonprofit.  The bike shop was cool enough but they've also expanded to include instruction in welding, fashion design, music production, and academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that strikes me about all of these things is how replicable they could be.  If we horded less and shared more, we would all be so much richer.  But the instinct to own and control is strong; that's why these examples are all the exception rather than the rule.  (Travis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-1718935051059187645?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/1718935051059187645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=1718935051059187645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1718935051059187645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/1718935051059187645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/06/counterevidence-to-my-theory-that.html' title='Counterevidence to my theory that people basically stink -- Part 1 of a continuing series (hopefully)'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SGD3tU224KI/AAAAAAAAAAo/irHBwFkbomw/s72-c/garden_cart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-570124990320482674</id><published>2008-06-23T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:25:46.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of Faith?</title><content type='html'>If you have a discussion about climate change among folks that believe there might be a problem (you know, like scientists or people that trust scientists) the conversation almost always turns to a variation of the tragedy of the commons.  What's the point of the U.S. enacting policies to slow emissions if every cut we could possibly make would be more than offset by China, India, or some other country that had the bad fortune to develop AFTER we started to understand the impacts of burning fossil fuels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a personal level, the problem is the same.  I know plenty of people (for instance, me) who intellectually understand that meat is an ecological and moral disaster -- turning grain into meat is biologically inefficient and it raises the price of grain for people who need rice, corn, and wheat  to survive.  But most of us go on our merry way eating Big Macs and ballpark brats or organic buffalo and wild salmon.  The simple fact is that if I stop eating meat entirely or if I consume beef three times a day, it won't tip the scales in determining whether there are food riots in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In discussing this with Elaine, she pointed out that doing the right thing, even if it won't matter and nobody notices, is at the heart of Christian faith (and ethical living in general).  As is so often the case, she's right.  If we lived our lives as if God (or our grandmother) were watching us, encouraging us to be our best, to think about the consequences of our actions, and to act out our convictions, we still might not save the planet, but we would nourish our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness and distraction prevent us from recognizing opportunities to do the right thing, much less actually following through, but I have to believe that unseen kindness and personal sacrifice matter.  I have to believe that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-570124990320482674?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/570124990320482674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=570124990320482674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/570124990320482674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/570124990320482674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/06/essence-of-faith.html' title='The Essence of Faith?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-354020371332752168</id><published>2008-06-18T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:27:39.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know It's Flag Day When ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SFnlwpuZoFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vYUJOnkgqeU/s1600-h/flag_day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SFnlwpuZoFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vYUJOnkgqeU/s400/flag_day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213450667655012434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days before Memorial Day, a small hole appeared in our yard, which I thought was odd.  Early that Saturday morning a large flag was placed in the hole; riddle solved.  Same deal on Flag Day.  I guess it's a City of Golden thing, since the flags fly up and down our street.  Or maybe it's the flag fairies, as we've never actually seen anyone place or remove the flags.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of flags, Colorado's got a good one (though the Texas state flag might be the best in the Union).  (Travis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-354020371332752168?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/354020371332752168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=354020371332752168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/354020371332752168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/354020371332752168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-its-flag-day-when.html' title='You Know It&apos;s Flag Day When ...'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SFnlwpuZoFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vYUJOnkgqeU/s72-c/flag_day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-4579262479258396311</id><published>2008-06-11T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:04:55.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day ... Spring at Mt. Galbraith Open Space Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SE_NayaOy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VPTZsBQREJE/s1600-h/quaking_aspen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SE_NayaOy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VPTZsBQREJE/s400/quaking_aspen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210609153983040450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-4579262479258396311?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/4579262479258396311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=4579262479258396311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/4579262479258396311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/4579262479258396311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-of-day-spring-at-mt-galbraith.html' title='Picture of the Day ... Spring at Mt. Galbraith Open Space Park'/><author><name>Elaine Hale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15619241700619300537</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/_DsKAXhUKzLI/SE_NayaOy8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VPTZsBQREJE/s72-c/quaking_aspen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8453890795496338070.post-2542962331546731386</id><published>2008-06-09T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:51:01.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>I am really surprised that Barack Obama is the Democratic nominee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite candidates usually get knocked out in the primaries -- Skinny Al Gore in 1988, Paul Tsongas in 1992, Bradley and Original McCain in 2000, Dean in 2004.  (I did have the privilege of voting for Dole in 1996, but he ended up hocking viagra instead of being President.) So I'm thrilled that I'll get the opportunity to follow the Obama campaign over the summer and vote for him in the Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I like about Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems comfortable in his own skin.  He has a self-confidence that will allow him to seek input when he needs it and make hard decisions when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a fantastic orator. The U.S. is going to be up against some difficult issues in the next 4 years (climate change,  peak oil, challenges to American hegemony); we're going to need a calm voice to soothe our fears and inspirational words to guide us towards action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's young and hip. McCain's so old he might break a hip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has experiences that broaden his world view. He's lived in Indonesia and visited relatives in Africa.  These are profound, personal experiences that will allow him to take the widest possible view when evaluating the ramifications of U.S. policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the guy has a lot of faults too.  You have to be a bit ruthless and have an enormous ego to rise so far, so fast.  His association with Reverend Wright does not bother me (I'm just glad Obama loves Jesus) -- the chuminess with Rezko and his vote for the farm bill are more troubling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what will happen in November.  I fear that in the privacy of the voting booth a lot of white folks are going to have a hard time pulling the lever for a dark skinned-basketball playing-Harvard educated-erudite speaking- gutter-ball throwing Chicagoan.  But then again, I didn't think he'd make it this far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-2542962331546731386?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/2542962331546731386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=2542962331546731386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2542962331546731386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/2542962331546731386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/06/barack-obama.html' title='Barack Obama'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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-8453890795496338070.post-114755610335885138</id><published>2008-06-06T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:47:50.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Impressions of Colorado (especially Golden)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The natural beauty is astonishing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The state squirrel of Colorado is the rabbit; there are bunnies everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some stereotypes hold quite a bit of truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people who live out here (the West) are friendly, but really independent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, there's beer-league softball and community groups, but a very large percentage of recreational activity is of an individual nature -- skiing, cycling, climbing, kayaking, fishing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes me particularly wistful for the groups I have enjoyed being a part of (church groups and frisbee teams in Austin and Houston, in particular).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess when you live in a place this majestic, a lot of folks make friends with nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Denver Art Museum (free on the first Saturday of the month) is great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's huge, non-pretentious, and there are lots of comfortable places to sit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a hotel lobby in Colorado Springs I heard a guy refer to James Dobson's "Focus on the Family," simply as "Focus," like it was so ingrained in society that you could shorten the name and still expect everyone to know what you were talking about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That little bit of eavesdropping made me happy that we live in Golden instead of Colorado Springs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8453890795496338070-114755610335885138?l=goldenhales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/feeds/114755610335885138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8453890795496338070&amp;postID=114755610335885138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/114755610335885138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8453890795496338070/posts/default/114755610335885138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldenhales.blogspot.com/2008/06/early-impressions-of-colorado.html' title='Early Impressions of Colorado (especially Golden)'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08622960711139901912</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></feed>
