<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2025 14:07:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Banalities</category><category>Career</category><category>Friends</category><category>Holidays</category><category>Lifestyle</category><category>Romance/Dating</category><category>Books</category><category>Communications</category><category>Current Affairs</category><category>Family</category><category>Gardening</category><category>Religion</category><category>Web/Tech</category><title>en route</title><description>Re-enactment of inchoate and abandoned 2005-2006 scribbling project</description><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-5948245326954803416</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 06:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-28T00:43:08.996-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Web/Tech</category><title>Computers can&#39;t live with them, can&#39;t do without them.</title><atom:summary type="text">
one post from the defunct transitions blog on typepad
woke up to a blue nightmare today. for those of you who are not familiar, a BSOD is not a BLAH-Somet(ing)-OR-DIE. the Blue-Screen-o-Death is a serious error for the (Windows) operating system, outpaced only by an infection with a Trojan or other persistent malware. a BSOD means that the OS non-gracefully handled the software faults it was </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2008/02/computers-cant-live-with-them-cant-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-3370231656696789494</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-28T00:35:37.839-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Career</category><title>the followup</title><atom:summary type="text">
one post from the defunct transitions blog on typepad
the meeting with the facilitator went well. he had some formatting and layout changes. when those didn&#39;t produce the desired result (MORE WHITE SPACE), we looked to trim some content from an admittedly very densely packed set of accomplishments. 

he said that of all those meeting for résumé reviews with him this week, i had made the most </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2008/02/followup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-3873251750326139774</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-28T00:28:09.750-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Career</category><title>the résumé</title><atom:summary type="text">
one post from the defunct transitions blog on typepad
 never in recent memory have i labored so hard over 1000+ carefully chosen words to fill 8-1/2 X 11 inch sheets of paper. (i mean filled.) the attempt to market, spin and condense the last 6-1/2 years of one&#39;s professional life on two pieces of 32 lb. 92 brightness 100% cotton content is time consuming and draining. but it also inspires when </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2008/01/resume.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-8498616208373938344</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-28T00:30:22.043-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Career</category><title>it was the best of times...</title><atom:summary type="text">
one post from the defunct transitions blog on typepad

what shall i say to a reading public deprived of reading my words for almost two years? (in this case, the reading public of previous blogs consisted only of one regular reader in late 2005-early 2006 ;) what excuses can i offer?
truly no explanations can completely exonerate this lapse. i neglected writing as a therapeutic outlet and means </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-5632576044063321593</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 07:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T23:55:54.905-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gardening</category><title>gardening at night</title><atom:summary type="text">remaking the outside
an exterior transformation is taking place at the north park ho house where i have stayed for the last 15 years. its hard to imagine... this old dilapidated house is getting a face lift, gradually, from the outside in.
phase one. clean up.
trimmed back all the bushes and plants that have grown out of control over the last year (the last time i tackled the outside was january </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2006/02/gardening-at-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3P_c_SxcHRV1Y825xJMYkUadbTF2p7k2rjYDuwzpP_VQvfn-saCvF5Ewp6rZWtAKLJ3lGDPQUumk3sPi3mTXban5ShRqwluE67YMh_uxc0REvlTw0Qjn2igG8vi2btZjaPDFU73a6Xng/s72-c/front_yard_mulched_100_6266.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-3708763861535320150</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2006 21:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-20T23:59:04.441-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Banalities</category><title>the dog did it...</title><atom:summary type="text">embarrassing bodily functions in public

modulating a sneeze

covering a cough

taking the crying baby out of the sermon
  
  
  
burping

itching your dick

playing with your face

passing wind

hiccups

picking your ear, nose, eye, etc.



how do we handle these normally private functions? it depends on the context and whether we can get away with it.

nothing worse than thinking you can get </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2006/01/dog-did-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-7882075630812894089</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-21T00:07:17.525-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Banalities</category><title>random thoughts while marketing</title><atom:summary type="text">inbrain wanderings as i struggle with shopping at Costco (for non locals, it&#39;s a warehouse-style wholesale club store) 
omg! what are all of all these people doing here?... if you and you and you weren&#39;t here, i wouldn&#39;t have to park next to IKEA while going to Costco..is this the advantage of living in the 7th largest US city...what am i talking about? its always like that in Costco, even in </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-thoughts-while-marketing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ1_KFROEvYFms5DMx-gldz9PswmmCsrheLHwVH4qpuTp7hIglGeWfpU-DJS2iu_Sq1w1Ett7JCVLrqXCyBjK5040-jQeZkO4pxwrT2NzVuYbPATTSh7BhrHUiXabYe8v1f9nqfdqEOJk/s72-c/costco_korea_DSCN0991.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-5967393440179348036</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-22T18:13:09.985-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Banalities</category><title>fire drill!</title><atom:summary type="text">

remember fire drills?



we had one the other day here in the building where i work. its one time when 99% of my colleagues actually move together in cattle formation. (certainly none of us think alike, although you might hear some groupspeak once in a while.) 

exceptions:people who question if this is a real fire drill. people who were taking a smoke break on the roof and didn&#39;t hear the </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2006/01/fire-drill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyGR1C5-M3iDj9YHe96Qwa1fuzGrAHkPuNnvTGA6AB1xWl54ogr0PlNhQjozY-KBp6C4okea-mS8VJECKcEwNLFcDs2waeIAIV0KKW9E7JNummDaJEmNeYBrOpgpnpS-ZNIsHSzXnhqQ/s72-c/240px-Wheelock_mt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-8397706373491327830</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-23T16:00:37.090-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Books</category><title>whats a good read ?</title><atom:summary type="text">
have i really neglected reading so much lately? well not reallybut maybe ive tossed the pleasures of reading to the curb. 

as a technical writer, im accustomed to reading extremely dry and uninteresting material. for 11+ years i read european sociology journals and abstracted the often rambling and philosophical content for CSA as a free-lance writer. (a partial list of the core journals i </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-good-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-529322222753727943</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-23T16:25:42.027-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Romance/Dating</category><title>~~ Happy bday EJA ~~</title><atom:summary type="text">
EJA, my ex, turns 34 today.
this is your shoutout boo-beep. i wish you a 2006 full of the peace and love that transcends all understanding. though we saw each other just two weeks ago, im not spending time with EJA. i did phone to wish him a happy bday.
January 6 is celebrated in the church calendar as Epiphany, the end of the 12 days of Christmas. it is on Epiphany that some of the eastern </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-bday-eja.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnRS8NC2Oem8YRM6GfmOO7caSkQi4mup6VSAOqvwBwEGt2PUF5ImLwHd1w1lh-lHNuPm0aDd5qQXvYuh9rsUlmbHnRHYRPy0F_WSwDNRUm19Q1kdO344QFyKrkW41c1o9wzzmHjjW8vw/s72-c/rosca.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-4071714764795309802</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-23T16:37:41.121-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lifestyle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Romance/Dating</category><title>2006</title><atom:summary type="text">
wishing you the very best for 2006
the majority of New Years Eve and Day was spent chatting and hanging out with my good buddy BLH. i also slept and ate, but not much more.
to say that this man is deep and so totally not a product of gay cloning would be an understatement. conversations with him are refreshing and genuine and stimulating.
in chat time, we were at least a total of five hours </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKrWaCQvHzq2tysjKhZ2BNBmrgA0vMUQCqfNrIorbwT0iJZl91rh-3foeP_JGh44PQO_TWNdy5xXLO9DDounttSZg8o3hr-D4tVXZhsZpTjdDORIPWx1sHjZKn8NwCTztaHN_FDH-Ms4/s72-c/heath_sadler_marys.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-978624979178545417</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2005 07:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T01:12:57.607-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>the birth of the Christ child</title><atom:summary type="text">
EJA and I havent hung out since mother&#39;s day and his departure a few weeks later.

this however is a special occasion -- a Christmas eve family gathering in Encanto. se me encanta. many of the family and friends are here. some names escape me now, but the smiling loving faces are truly a comfort at a time just when i was fearing spending parts of this holiday by myself. 

a new face in </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2005/12/birth-of-christ-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHGO1eaotIWcZGp_-OnUbVkT9J9YuZp87RL0Un9g6J9osGPVGhbr91UDXsS0jR5UalQ7N79ErljcGAafTM9x9b6x98FSEEeMDyziAO90Q08MOIhXW51PASpgcasktfxje1HUFsOMYUEg/s72-c/christmas_2005.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-8192257113540831040</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 07:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T01:27:07.972-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Communications</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><title>hi Jay, this is Mom</title><atom:summary type="text">
Why dont I call my mom and dad and talk to them more often?
I have such major guilt about this. Calling mom &amp;amp; dad, who actually love me, is an activity that i avoid. Dialing a booty call? I would not think twice about it, and you know that there is no love there.&amp;nbsp; 

Mom scolded me last month for letting 2 months go by without calling them. Its just as simple as pressing the speed dial </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-jay-this-is-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbswy7Gtj5tFbMn5W66I8HQeJ-8dXhTjfskS53VE5oTQ9pVGzPKpalpHZBzvM47S-HWW7k9M5tzq-2bZyZ6YL3TZ4VSVzXQssV2jzovu7DsQ2jtC5YRdeVSxvHet1IfZhyJQDszoS_2Co/s72-c/jay_motorola_hand.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-8275341014389528222</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T01:30:15.786-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Current Affairs</category><title>can you possibly spare some change?</title><atom:summary type="text">
What to say? What to do?
Is it a Christian thing to ignore our brother on the street like some stray animal?Yet I do it all the time... im out of my comfort zone. Christianity is not about comfort zone, Jesus did not sit with the scribes and the pharisees and bring the gospel, he went to the homes of the tax collectors and talked to the prostitutes and the lepers. Saint Paul brought the news on </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-you-possibly-spare-some-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488444944674516400.post-6694846548529152484</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-26T01:35:12.680-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lifestyle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion</category><title>holiday madness</title><atom:summary type="text">
what is it about holidays that makes us insane?


could it be that our normally self-interested behavior is suddenly supposed to be other-centered, for at least some brief period during the season that ends with the New Year celebration, and all for the sake of charity?

(here, charity = love, generosity, openness of spirit)



consider:

for the salvation army representative in front of the </atom:summary><link>http://ennroute.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-madness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Playa J)</author></item></channel></rss>