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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EERXoyeCp7ImA9WxNWF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472</id><updated>2009-10-16T14:46:44.490-07:00</updated><title>With An "H"</title><subtitle type="html">My musings on life, love, friends, learning, and Lindy Hop.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>526</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/john-with-an-h" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GRH4-eSp7ImA9WxNWFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-4095102778577840907</id><published>2009-10-15T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:57:05.051-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T09:57:05.051-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="introspection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green" /><title>Total Loss</title><content type="html">On Monday, October 11th, I was involved in a front corner to front corner collision in my 1997 Honda Civic.&amp;nbsp; Everyone involved (me, the other driver, a passenger in the other car) was able to walk away with nothing but the shakes, but both cars had to be towed away.&amp;nbsp; The other driver turned left from the eastbound side of Imperial Hwy towards Poplar, across three lanes of westbound traffic.&amp;nbsp; I was in the right hand lane, traveling through the Poplar intersection and we struck, my front driver's quadrant on his front passenger's quadrant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His airbags went off, but mine didn't (I must have braked and turned away from him to hit on the corner instead of head on.&amp;nbsp; The Brea Police officer who responded told me that a left turning car is almost always at fault in that situation as a vehicle traveling straight through an un-signaled intersection has right of way over a left-turning car from opposing traffic.&amp;nbsp; The one issue that might complicate this judgment is that the middle lane had stopped as traffic had backed up to the edge of the intersection in the middle lane (the right lane was still clear).&amp;nbsp; They might decide I had a responsibility to slow down in that case, and might be partially at fault.&amp;nbsp; If I were instructing a teenager to drive, I'd probably tell them the same thing.&amp;nbsp; Cars are stopped?&amp;nbsp; Slow down, even if you think you know why and think the reason doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tuesday morning, I was sore as hell, with joint, back, and neck pain.&amp;nbsp; I got in to get a physical exam/manipulation, and to my relief was told that it appeared to be "just" soft tissue damage.&amp;nbsp; They didn't even take x-rays.&amp;nbsp; That was a relief.&amp;nbsp; My car got towed to a repair yard to get inspected for a repair estimate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wednesday I was told that the insurance company wasn't going to have the vehicle repaired as the cost estimate ($4,200) exceeded the wholesale value of the car (probably around $2K).&amp;nbsp; I'd known that was going to happen, so had begun to put myself in car-buying mode.&amp;nbsp; I cleared all my belongings out and released it to the insurance company for their inspection process.&amp;nbsp; At some point the claims adjuster for the accident will decided if I'm at fault at all and wave all, part, or none of my deductible.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, an inspector will decided how close to the bluebook value my car was and make me a cash settlement offer on the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the mean-time, I'm renting a car to get around (insurance benefit) and have begun the car shopping process.&amp;nbsp; I'm a green sucker, I guess, but I'm looking to purchase a hybrid.&amp;nbsp; My mother owns both the first and third generation Prius, so I'm biased towards that.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, the supply is horrifically constrained.&amp;nbsp; I went by Longo Toyota, the largest Toyota dealership in the world (sales volume), and almost every one of their Priuses were pre-sold.&amp;nbsp; They had the exact model/color I was looking for available, however (a pre-sold vehicle was pre-sold to someone who didn't qualify for financing).&amp;nbsp; We'll see whether that's a good thing for me.&amp;nbsp; The demand means they get the sticker price.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I can go through a service (credit union's Autoland or Costco) and get something better.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The supply constraint has me re-thinking whether the Honda Civic Hybrid might be a better buy for me.&amp;nbsp; The comparable models (Prius III with Navigation vs. Civic Hybrid with Navigation) have about the same sticker price.&amp;nbsp; I'd almost certainly be able to get a better price on the Civic, and they have a 1.9-2.9% finance special on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm trying to focus on the positives of the experience.&amp;nbsp; I nursed my car along for 12 years and got great value from it.&amp;nbsp; I was in an accident which totaled two cars (probably), but hurt no one.&amp;nbsp; I've got a job and financial cushion which allows me to not panic at the thought of getting a new car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm a pretty lucky guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-4095102778577840907?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/SeaII0bgJso" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4095102778577840907/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/10/total-loss.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/4095102778577840907?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/4095102778577840907?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/SeaII0bgJso/total-loss.html" title="Total Loss" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/10/total-loss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMQ3c-eyp7ImA9WxNWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-1462464912543711882</id><published>2009-10-11T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:36:22.953-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-11T16:36:22.953-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Yogurt</title><content type="html">S: I think it went bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me: What?!&amp;nbsp; The freshness date is 20 days from now.&amp;nbsp; And I opened it like 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
S: Well... is it supposed to be tangy?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me: *sputter*&amp;nbsp; "It's YOGURT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
S: Well... I didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me: I'm so angry at you right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-1462464912543711882?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/9yeKhW3sWi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1462464912543711882/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/10/yogurt.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/1462464912543711882?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/1462464912543711882?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/9yeKhW3sWi4/yogurt.html" title="Yogurt" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/10/yogurt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcHRno-cSp7ImA9WxNXFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-7290732571120375427</id><published>2009-10-02T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:47:17.459-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T14:47:17.459-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tech-life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="introspection" /><title>Expansion</title><content type="html">We naturally expand to fill the capacity that we're given in all kinds&lt;br /&gt;
of contexts.  When I first got AT&amp;amp;T's Uverse television service, I&lt;br /&gt;
thought the concept of needing to record 4 channels at once was silly.&lt;br /&gt;
This Wednesday at 8pm, I'm recording 4 shows.  I found this out when&lt;br /&gt;
I scheduled the system to record a 5th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-7290732571120375427?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/flu2IC75bHo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7290732571120375427/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/10/expansion.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7290732571120375427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7290732571120375427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/flu2IC75bHo/expansion.html" title="Expansion" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/10/expansion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMESHw7fCp7ImA9WxNRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-2687943858010205994</id><published>2009-09-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:56:49.204-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T16:56:49.204-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Zero</title><content type="html">"Holy crap, you have a lot of soda!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I bought into the Labor Day sales of diet colas and Diet Dr. Pepper.&amp;nbsp; They happen during the July 4th holiday as well, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And my preliminary conclusions?&amp;nbsp; I like Coke Zero better than Pepsi Max.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, nothing profound to see here.&amp;nbsp; Move along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-2687943858010205994?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/-KloSQBbyms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2687943858010205994/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/zero.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/2687943858010205994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/2687943858010205994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/-KloSQBbyms/zero.html" title="Zero" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/09/zero.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNRX07eyp7ImA9WxNTGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-8112218315496366162</id><published>2009-08-20T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:13:14.303-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-20T20:13:14.303-07:00</app:edited><title>Bing</title><content type="html">Tried out Microsoft&amp;#39;s Bing search tool today.  My search was &amp;quot;how does&lt;br&gt;bing work&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Results?  Nothing useful.&lt;p&gt;Bing fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-8112218315496366162?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/rMrcy3oLjmQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8112218315496366162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/bing.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/8112218315496366162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/8112218315496366162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/rMrcy3oLjmQ/bing.html" title="Bing" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/bing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FSX09cCp7ImA9WxNTFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-22690180158438570</id><published>2009-08-17T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:13:38.368-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T01:13:38.368-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="introspection" /><title>Bucket List</title><content type="html">Ahh facebook...&amp;nbsp; a well for infinite time wasting! :-) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Place an "X" by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not, then send it to your friends (including me).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, do the list and tag people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish. If you don't see the Tag people in the upper right hand corner you are in the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Things you have done during your lifetime:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Gone on a blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Skipped school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Watched someone die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been to Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been to Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been to Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been to Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Gone to Washington, DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Swam in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Played cops and robbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Recently colored with crayons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Sang Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Paid for a meal with coins only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been to the top of the St. Louis Arch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Made prank phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been down Bourbon Street in New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Danced in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Watched the sunrise with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Blown bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Gone ice-skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Gone to the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Driven across the United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been in a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Gone snowmobiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Lived in more than one country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Lay down outside at night and admired the stars while listening to the crickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Seen a falling star and made a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Enjoyed the beauty of Old Faithful Geyser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Seen the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Gone to the top of Seattle Space Needle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Cast a spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Traveled by train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Traveled by motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been horse back riding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Ridden on a San Francisco cable car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been to Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been in a rain forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Seen whales in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been to Niagara Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Ridden on an elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Swam with dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been to the Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Walked on the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Saw and heard a glacier calf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been para-sailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been water-skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been snow-skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been to Westminster Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been to Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Swam in the Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(x) Been to a Major League Baseball game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;(X) Been to a National Football League game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;( ) Been to a cricket test match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/bucket-list.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCQ304fCp7ImA9WxJaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-5875398531260537572</id><published>2009-08-10T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:22:42.334-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T14:22:42.334-07:00</app:edited><title>Blahs and Mehs With Assorted Assorted Awesome</title><content type="html">Still been fighting through social dancing blahs, but this past week at Strutters was nice.  Lots of good dancers were still in town after Camp Hollywood, as well as some dancers from One2Swing.  I had good dances with good dancers all night.  Glad I went.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Oh, and Augie Freeman posted his set list, which was cool.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-5875398531260537572?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/bc8Ecj-RF1Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5875398531260537572/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/blahs-and-mehs-with-assorted-assorted.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/5875398531260537572?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-10T01:03:18.947-07:00</app:edited><title>The Awful Truth: Mini-Review</title><content type="html">Hilarious.  I hated it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-7607629444141950041?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/wnat-IqKSCA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7607629444141950041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/awful-truth-mini-review.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7607629444141950041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7607629444141950041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/wnat-IqKSCA/awful-truth-mini-review.html" title="The Awful Truth: Mini-Review" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/awful-truth-mini-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAEQX49cCp7ImA9WxJaFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-1387832272493633643</id><published>2009-08-06T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:45:00.068-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-06T20:45:00.068-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title>Iconic</title><content type="html">Speaking of iconic moments.... how long did it take for you to figure out what was going on here:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBxcunGc_nA"&gt;Let Your Game Speak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZjbTq4DcAQ"&gt;Let Your Game Speak Split Screen Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuJll3-Z1ds"&gt;Version #8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU8gvF6WCIk"&gt;Bruce Smith: Bad Things Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HieM90Rej1s"&gt;That's Junior Seau's Footprint!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_8uql9-1IA"&gt;Sterling Sharpe:&amp;nbsp; Like a Freight Train!&amp;nbsp; Chooo Chooo!&amp;nbsp; Chooo-choo Baby!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw80fkHb1mU"&gt;Troy Aikman, Michael Irvin:&amp;nbsp; They Have ESP Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LLpUbBCwLA"&gt;Hardy Nickerson: Act Casual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LLpUbBCwLA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LLpUbBCwLA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-7090317642377251556?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/qdZQGqIWscE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7090317642377251556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-things-man.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7090317642377251556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7090317642377251556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/qdZQGqIWscE/bad-things-man.html" title="Bad Things Man" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-things-man.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFQHw7eip7ImA9WxJbFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-5171693168128684704</id><published>2009-07-25T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:05:11.202-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-25T15:05:11.202-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cycling" /><title>Spin Macaroni Mountain</title><content type="html">I really meant to go dancing last night, but I didn't.  What happened?  Work dragged, I dragged, my brief attempt at working out dragged, and I dragged my butt around the apartment instead.  There was a clear point where I thought to myself, "I can still get there by 10:30.  Or not."  Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead I read a bit.  Brainstormed a bit.  And turned on the Tour de France.  I was hoping to be inspired by the mountaintop finish at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mont_Ventoux"&gt;Mont Ventoux&lt;/a&gt;, but realized early in my watching of Stage 19, that it was Stage 20 which finishes at Mont Ventoux.  Darn.  But I played the flat stage in the background anyway as I puttered around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance Armstrong made a comeback to professional cycling this year after a last competing in 2005, and is seriously kicking butt.  Well, if you were rooting for him to win (as I've been doing), he's a bit of a disappointment, but if you're a realist, as I've become, you can find his claw back to 3rd place going into Stage 19 extremely inspiring (did he really decide to return last October?!).  In first place is his Astana teammate, Alberto Contador, who won the Tour for Lance's Team Discovery in 2007.  4 minutes back is Team Saxo Bank's Andy Schleck, widely regarded as the best climber in the Tour before Contador proved otherwise in the Alps.  Armstrong is just over a minute behind Schleck, but has Bradley Wiggins and Astana teammate Andreas Kloden within 20 seconds of his spot.  And right behind them is Andy Schleck's older brother, Frank.  With inspired performances during Stage 20, Astana could conceivably hold all the podium places.  On the other hand, 2nd place and 6th place are separated by just 1:40.  Contador has a huge lead in the General Classification, unless he has a terrible day, but Andy and Frank might be working to get Frank in front of Kloden, Wiggens, and Armstrong into third place and onto the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage 20 of the Tour de France is a mountaintop finish at Mont Ventoux, a 20 km Hors Category (beyond category, the hardest category) climb which takes an &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to ride.  Badass.  It isn't crazy to see an inspired climber make up 20 seconds per kilometer on the mountain.  Though maybe not on the General Classification contenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me:  I should go to spin class Saturday morning.  Yeah!  I've been wanting to ride again, but haven't because of the prep-time (and I need to get that bike tuned up again).  So why not substitute in a spin class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan that formed in my mind was to get to bed, take the 8:30 spin class, shop at Sprouts for the macaroni salad I planned to take to Saturday evening's BBQ (I still don't have details on that!), make the salad, then eat my post-spin meal while watching the extended coverage of Stage 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus inspired, I crashed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke at 7:30 and puttered a bit.  At 8am, I called and asked if they had spots left for the 8:30 class.  One left.  I'd better hurry.  Started my oatmeal in the microwave and pulled up my spin class checklist and my "go bag" for spin and hugged myself;  I'd left everything I needed right in the bag.  Transferred the oatmeal to a paper bowl and ran out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minute drive to 24 Hour Fitness, and got to the front desk.  "You'll be the first on the waiting list."  D'oh.  But one of the five paid reservations was bound to no-show right?  Right.  I haven't taken a class since ... November 25, 2008, eight months.  Yikes.  I'm feeling a little trepidation as I take my pass over to the spin room.  The instructor hasn't arrived yet, so I take the time to switch to my SPDs (don't spin without them) and turn on my heart rate monitor (don't spin without it).  Recognize a former neighbor from Placentia.  I must have talked her into finally taking a spin class.  She's always been in great shape, but she's seriously lean now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to sit in the back, as it's been too long since I dragged my fat ass here (that's some serious negative talk going on there).  Then realized too late that the reason I sat in front wasn't because felt like a badass, but because staring at hot cycling butts is distracting.  But soon enough the sweat starts to pour and my consciousness retreats to the tip of my nose and my reflected grimace in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body remembers.  My mind remembers.  I'm in rhythm, and suddenly remember that I used to evaluate music by whether it would be good to spin to instead of whether it would be good to swing dance to.  Funny memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to check my HRM constantly as I'm out of shape and competitive at the same time.  I spend too much time with my heart rate over 160 beats per minute, and way too much time at 170-172 (well, about sixty seconds, but that's way to long).  I have to remember to ease back into this kind of work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, ease back into it.  As in do it regularly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, I realize that most people still equate low, straining cadence with good effort, not realizing that high cadence is it's own discipline.  When the instructor throws a high cadence song at us, most of them just sit at a lower cadence looking blank probably not able to maintain the pace even in the saddle with low resistance.  But I've still got it.  Well, kind of.  High cadence spinning out of the saddle is what has me my heart at 170+ bpm.  Don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, as I gulp down more water, and make my way over to Sprouts (like Henry's but close!) to shop for my macaroni salad.  Home to put the salad together, protein shake, and sit down to watch the Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Lance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-5171693168128684704?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/wcEErgWiYHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5171693168128684704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/spin-macaroni-mountain.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/5171693168128684704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/5171693168128684704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/wcEErgWiYHs/spin-macaroni-mountain.html" title="Spin Macaroni Mountain" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/spin-macaroni-mountain.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBSXk7eip7ImA9WxJbE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-8239019247981528362</id><published>2009-07-23T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:00:58.702-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-23T17:00:58.702-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="language" /><title>Swearing</title><content type="html">Since I'm now hanging out with someone who's sensitive to swearing, I got to thinking about the role of swearing and humor or emphasis.&amp;nbsp; And I had an interesting conversation where I realized that I'm comfortable using "fuck" in almost any context (given the right audience) &lt;i&gt;except&lt;/i&gt; when referring to the sex act.&amp;nbsp; I actually tried saying it out loud and had to sub-vocalize!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I was able to watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIkHLO93lCA&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Onion parody video of the moon landing&lt;/a&gt; and laugh out loud:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Or this &lt;a href="http://www.members.shaw.ca/rlongpre01/moon.html"&gt;written article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Previous posts on swearing:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-at-those-peppers.html"&gt;Look At Those Peppers!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-there-oscar-for-best-swearing.html"&gt;Is There An Oscar For Best Swearing?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-8239019247981528362?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/00hspZkcNKM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8239019247981528362/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/swearing.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/8239019247981528362?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/8239019247981528362?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/00hspZkcNKM/swearing.html" title="Swearing" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/swearing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAHRXYyfCp7ImA9WxJbEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-2500115545620433081</id><published>2009-07-20T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:25:34.894-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-20T10:25:34.894-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Ramen</title><content type="html">Jofflyn's been dragging us (ok, I go willingly) to Little Tokyo's &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/orochon-ramen-los-angeles"&gt;Orochon&lt;/a&gt; for spicy miso ramen,&amp;nbsp; And I've yet to get this particular group to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/santouka-ramen-costa-mesa"&gt;Santouka&lt;/a&gt; in the Mitsuwa market for shio (salt broth) ramen.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's ok.&amp;nbsp; Shotgunned invites out for late Sunday afternoon, got a hit, and had the special #9 with an egg.&amp;nbsp; That's a large bowl of shio ramen with the black pork belly and vegetables served on the side (self-assembly).&amp;nbsp; Amaaaazing!&amp;nbsp; Props to John Remy for turning me on to the special.&amp;nbsp; The regular pork is delicious, but the black pork...&amp;nbsp; Game over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Melt-in-your-mouth soft.&amp;nbsp; Indescribably complex flavor.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And the broth...&amp;nbsp; The broth...&amp;nbsp; Oh god.&amp;nbsp; At Orochan, the broth is tasty but the noodles are featured.&amp;nbsp; At Santaouka, I make sure to finish the broth at the expense of the noodles, if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I kept texting Joff to make him feel bad for canceling out:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I want to bathe in the Santouka broth!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And later:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I want to sleep in a waterbed filled with the Santouka broth!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And later:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Instead of cleaning my apartment I'll pour broth on everything!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Unsent:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I want to wash my car with shio broth!&lt;br /&gt;
Computer acting up?&amp;nbsp; Have you tried pouring shio broth on it?&lt;br /&gt;
Achy shoulder?&amp;nbsp; Shio broth!&lt;br /&gt;
Household plants looking a little wilted?&amp;nbsp; Shio broth!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
True statements.&amp;nbsp; True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-2500115545620433081?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/seGIELJAAVA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2500115545620433081/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramen.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/2500115545620433081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/2500115545620433081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/seGIELJAAVA/ramen.html" title="Ramen" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDRX87fip7ImA9WxJbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-7379754257584358801</id><published>2009-07-20T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:04:34.106-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-20T10:04:34.106-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><title>Quote of the Night</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;Yeah, 'cause penguin milk is awesome! - Walter&lt;/blockquote&gt;Eating at The Hat after rehearsal with Walter, Samber, Bamber, Sarah, Garret, and Dana.&amp;nbsp; Topics ranged from how amazing the Nintendo Wii is to, SYTYCD, to the history of nicknames, to Michael Jackson, to injuries.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And pastrami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-7379754257584358801?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/5IsIEI-TF5Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7379754257584358801/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-night.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7379754257584358801?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7379754257584358801?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/5IsIEI-TF5Y/quote-of-night.html" title="Quote of the Night" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACSHkyeSp7ImA9WxJbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-4570289860535956096</id><published>2009-07-17T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:59:29.791-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-19T09:59:29.791-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title>The Mentalist</title><content type="html">Why didn&amp;#39;t anyone tell me about The Mentalist?  Seriously.  Cool show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-4570289860535956096?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/V--kOeXXrwQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4570289860535956096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/mentalist.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/4570289860535956096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/4570289860535956096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/V--kOeXXrwQ/mentalist.html" title="The Mentalist" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/mentalist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFSH8yfSp7ImA9WxJUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-2247423331831727941</id><published>2009-07-15T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:30:19.195-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-15T11:30:19.195-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="language" /><title>A Little More Knowledge</title><content type="html">It's been a while, but I found a new example of the language mistake I&lt;br /&gt;mentioned in &lt;a href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-bit-of-knowledge.html"&gt;A Little Bit Of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The recent trade has made this speculation a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mute&lt;/span&gt; point...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't remember whether I've posted this before, but a lot of these things have to do with hearing something not-quite-correctly and incorporating that into written language.  In this case, figuring that the speaker said the word "mute" instead of the non-word "moot" would seem to make sense on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have examples of this you come across?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-2247423331831727941?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/woMpE98zFF0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2247423331831727941/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-more-knowledge.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/2247423331831727941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/2247423331831727941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/woMpE98zFF0/little-more-knowledge.html" title="A Little More Knowledge" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-more-knowledge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FRHoyeCp7ImA9WxJUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-1492906907156922564</id><published>2009-07-14T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:20:15.490-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-14T18:20:15.490-07:00</app:edited><title>White Corn Revelation</title><content type="html">White corn is awesome raw.  No reason to cook it at all.  Why have I&lt;br&gt;been wasting my time cooking it?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-1492906907156922564?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/79_3UbfPm8Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1492906907156922564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/white-corn-revelation.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/1492906907156922564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/1492906907156922564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/79_3UbfPm8Q/white-corn-revelation.html" title="White Corn Revelation" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/white-corn-revelation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BRHwyeyp7ImA9WxJUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-3177477714403333645</id><published>2009-07-13T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:04:15.293-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-14T03:04:15.293-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance" /><title>Memories Steam Bath</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;At Memories to meet up with SS (sorry for flaking last week).  Walked in the door at about 10:30 to find that there was no air conditioning, bringing on jungle conditions.  I don&amp;#39;t know if I&amp;#39;m sweating this much or it&amp;#39;s condensation.  Thought about changing my shirt but I sweated through the first one on the first song I danced.  No one will tell me if this is normal now or if its a one time thing.  Lots of shrugs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;RT says she&amp;#39;s saving money by dancing here instead of @ Atomic Tuesdays.  I never thought I&amp;#39;d dream of Atomic air conditioning...  Worth $4 extra?  Hell yeah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-3177477714403333645?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/J1-MlXeYI-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3177477714403333645/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-steam-bath.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/3177477714403333645?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/3177477714403333645?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/J1-MlXeYI-g/memories-steam-bath.html" title="Memories Steam Bath" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-steam-bath.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIARXczcCp7ImA9WxJUEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-1861837002476162141</id><published>2009-07-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:05:44.988-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-10T15:05:44.988-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>NIN</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=6029102&amp;amp;v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=121170002600&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;John Remy asks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;How did I get through the last decade and a half w/o listening to NIN (well, beyond Closer)? There are times when Hurt could be my anthem...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Good question.  Nine Inch Nails's Pretty Hate Machine was one of my angst soundtracks in high school (girls) and some of college (general stress and hate).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aforementioned &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjwgYvzQWS4"&gt;Hurt (NIN Live performance)&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gjwgYvzQWS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gjwgYvzQWS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are some notable covers, namely &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clq01TXQR0s"&gt;Johnn's Cash's Hurt&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/clq01TXQR0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/clq01TXQR0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVYTabWaSHI"&gt;Sad Kermit's cover of Johnny's Cash's cover of Hurt&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVYTabWaSHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVYTabWaSHI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From the album Broken, which came out when I was in college, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZ9Ywarc_eM"&gt;NIN Wish&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
(by the way, a comment had this right, the dead silence at 0:42 is amaaaazing).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From Pretty Hate Machine, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3iM87iIbnQ"&gt;Head Like a Hole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIcFiY3vKOo"&gt;Down In It&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zy5gXC2AgbY"&gt;Something I Can Never Have&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
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There should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-1259187621633439775?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/YccXmKLZndQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1259187621633439775/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/salt-variations.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/1259187621633439775?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/1259187621633439775?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/YccXmKLZndQ/salt-variations.html" title="Salt Variations" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/salt-variations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08DQnY6fyp7ImA9WxJUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-2664373763486105474</id><published>2009-07-05T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:04:33.817-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-14T03:04:33.817-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy" /><title>Drinking on the Fourth</title><content type="html">It&amp;#39;s odd that some people think that holidays are reduced to themed&lt;br&gt;drinking days (My college friends are all scratching their heads right&lt;br&gt;now and thinking, &amp;quot;Dude, aren&amp;#39;t you one of those people?&amp;quot;).&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey it&amp;#39;s Arbor Day!  Let&amp;#39;s get blasted at the Arboretum!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-2664373763486105474?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/2aOGPHFeNw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2664373763486105474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/drinking-on-fourth.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/2664373763486105474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/2664373763486105474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/2aOGPHFeNw8/drinking-on-fourth.html" title="Drinking on the Fourth" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/drinking-on-fourth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAERHkzeCp7ImA9WxJVF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-8297613621058174493</id><published>2009-07-04T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:45:05.780-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-04T02:45:05.780-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics" /><title>What The?!</title><content type="html">Sarah Palin resigned?&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure how I feel about that.&amp;nbsp; She was so good for my sense of outrage...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-8297613621058174493?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/nlVjLe52mt4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8297613621058174493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/what.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/8297613621058174493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/8297613621058174493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/nlVjLe52mt4/what.html" title="What The?!" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRH0-eip7ImA9WxJVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-7803230610069899052</id><published>2009-07-04T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:04:45.352-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-04T02:04:45.352-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Just Let Me Go Home</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;On my way home from Atomic Ballroom.  As I get on the freeway, four Highway Patrol cruisers jump on ahead of me.  And they shut down the freeway ahead of me to arrest someone in a car.  Helicopter spotlight.  Hands up, backing away from the car.  The works.  Wow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And now more cruisers pull up.  Cars edge up to block my view.  I&amp;#39;m happy to give way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And now on my way. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Surreal.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-7803230610069899052?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/YqdppzVFB1o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7803230610069899052/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-let-me-go-home.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7803230610069899052?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/7803230610069899052?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/YqdppzVFB1o/just-let-me-go-home.html" title="Just Let Me Go Home" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-let-me-go-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMAQ3w5eSp7ImA9WxJVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-3608474906225384553</id><published>2009-07-03T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:07:22.221-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-03T16:07:22.221-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="language" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>On Bleu Cheese Dressing</title><content type="html">Note to self: Bob's Lite Bleu Cheese Dip/Dressing tastes like ranch&lt;br /&gt;dressing with a blue cheese afterthought.  I'm not sure why I'm&lt;br /&gt;surprised when they can't correctly spell "light" and "blue."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361134039960047472-3608474906225384553?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/7N1mfVT61NY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3608474906225384553/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-bleu-cheese-dressing.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/3608474906225384553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/3608474906225384553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/7N1mfVT61NY/on-bleu-cheese-dressing.html" title="On Bleu Cheese Dressing" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-bleu-cheese-dressing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFRH0zfSp7ImA9WxJVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361134039960047472.post-1178035052719722684</id><published>2009-07-01T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:35:15.385-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T00:35:15.385-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance" /><title>Dancing Lows</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've been told today that my dancing is carefully devoid of styling to the point of being sterile, and I make people cry by correcting them on the social floor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I'm really tired.&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/7361134039960047472-1178035052719722684?l=john-with-an-h.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~4/B3uyqzwU3z8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1178035052719722684/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/dancing-lows.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/1178035052719722684?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361134039960047472/posts/default/1178035052719722684?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/john-with-an-h/~3/B3uyqzwU3z8/dancing-lows.html" title="Dancing Lows" /><author><name>John (with an h)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01148138073618817344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16721085075419308388" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://john-with-an-h.blogspot.com/2009/07/dancing-lows.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
