<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:16:46.785-08:00</updated><category term='Fedora'/><category term='boyhood'/><category term='finance'/><category term='funny'/><category term='China'/><category term='Buenos Aires'/><category term='likes'/><category term='immigration'/><category term='poker'/><category term='longboard'/><category term='strategy'/><category term='sage'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='competition'/><category term='projects'/><category term='heritage'/><category term='negativity'/><category term='wounding'/><category term='home'/><category term='king'/><category 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term='teaching'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='linux'/><category term='women'/><category term='idea'/><category term='perspective'/><category term='politics'/><category term='pro'/><category term='rule of 20'/><category term='happy'/><category term='income'/><category term='toys'/><category term='James Bond'/><category term='Long&apos;s Peak'/><category term='social life'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Obilesk'/><category term='nurturing'/><category term='St Patty&apos;s'/><category term='masculinity'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='adult content'/><category term='religion'/><category term='men'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='CSU'/><category term='interest'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Simple Thought</title><subtitle type='html'>votum sapientia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8236913465645733118</id><published>2009-03-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:16:03.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tehchad.com</title><content type='html'>Some of you have already seen the new blog.  I'm closing this chapter and I leave you with a few words.&lt;br /&gt;From one death comes many a life.&lt;br /&gt;This is Chad Bowman, Good Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8236913465645733118?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8236913465645733118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8236913465645733118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8236913465645733118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8236913465645733118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/tehchadcom.html' title='Tehchad.com'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2403054994141993454</id><published>2009-03-26T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:44:36.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>postlude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/Scw9b8A8VMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yzLIkDv8j_c/s1600-h/dark+night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/Scw9b8A8VMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yzLIkDv8j_c/s320/dark+night.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317692810193556674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may well be my final post on this blog.  I feel my life at a changing of the guard.  2008 was a very tough year for me.  The beginning of this year was like being run over by a &lt;a href="http://www.marcelequipment.com/pictures/cat836g-5057.b.jpg"&gt;Caterpillar&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm building a new feel for life along with a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when it goes live.  For now, I will leave you with this...  Dawn is coming in this dark night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2403054994141993454?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2403054994141993454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2403054994141993454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2403054994141993454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2403054994141993454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/postlude.html' title='postlude'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/Scw9b8A8VMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yzLIkDv8j_c/s72-c/dark+night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-656164521406582603</id><published>2009-03-24T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:07:02.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>in other people's shoes... an idea</title><content type='html'>One of the main goals in my life for the past few years has been to understand people.  There is no absolute goal here; it's just to keep working towards that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my old employers, the management never even showed their face around the "peons" of the company unless there was something to talk about.  They were terrified whenever a GM or a director was around.  They were only mildly scared when a manager was around.  HAHAHA!!!  These are the people that could be HELPING the staff, or "team members" as one of the GMs liked to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that they realized who their customers really were/are.  I can tell you right now who my customers are.  I work for a real estate firm.  My responsibilities include many things including&lt;br /&gt;- answering the main phone line&lt;br /&gt;- helping agents with computers&lt;br /&gt;- making sure the office runs smoothly&lt;br /&gt;- modifying websites&lt;br /&gt;- maintaining a couple of databases&lt;br /&gt;- assisting with networking (computers AND people) functions/socials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My customers are real estate agents.  I work with and help out with property management too, but that's not my main function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my idea.....   is to spend part of a day with several (possibly all) agents in my office to look for things that would make their job easier.  I could set it up so that I'm their "assistant" for a couple of hours.  That way I can see their agenda, watch them work on their projects, hear them talk to people, and feel how they feel things really are.  I can walk in their shoes.  I might do this for other people too, but I'll start in my office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-656164521406582603?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/656164521406582603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=656164521406582603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/656164521406582603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/656164521406582603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-other-peoples-shoes-idea.html' title='in other people&apos;s shoes... an idea'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2262985114088924459</id><published>2009-03-23T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:14:08.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>New Toy!</title><content type='html'>So, after three weeks of fighting with her computer, my roommate gave up and bought a new one.  She asked if I could recover her data (photos, music, etc) and I could/did that for her.  Then she surprised me by GIVING it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linky: &lt;a href="http://h10025.www1.hp.com/ewfrf/wc/product?lc=en&amp;dlc=en&amp;cc=us&amp;lang=en&amp;product=1842155"&gt;HP DV6000&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.tigerdirect.com/applications/SearchTools/item-details.asp?EdpNo=3574573&amp;CatId=17"&gt;give or take on TigerDirect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately wiped XP and loaded Fedora 10.  I'm having some fun trying to get the wireless NIC running, but other than that: I'm psyched!  Anyone know of a battery utility?  I think I'm gonna have to get a new one. *cringe*  Ah well!  I've been messing with and configuring &lt;a href="http://conky.sourceforge.net/"&gt;Conky&lt;/a&gt; for it too!  NEW TOYS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2262985114088924459?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2262985114088924459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2262985114088924459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2262985114088924459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2262985114088924459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-toy.html' title='New Toy!'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6191435172112672296</id><published>2009-03-18T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:34:57.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>definition: Vista</title><content type='html'>Vista&lt;br /&gt;(blōt´wãr) (n.) jargon Software that has lots of features and requires considerable disk space and RAM. As the cost of RAM and disk storage has decreased, there has been a growing trend among software developers to disregard the size of applications&lt;br /&gt;. Some people refer to this trend as creeping featuritis. If creeping featuritis is the symptom, bloatware is the disease.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually the definition for "bloatware."  Either way, it makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6191435172112672296?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6191435172112672296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6191435172112672296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6191435172112672296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6191435172112672296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/definition-vista.html' title='definition: Vista'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5206514139619801421</id><published>2009-03-17T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:17:15.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heritage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St Patty&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Gay guys/Happy Saint Patrick's</title><content type='html'>So there where two gay guys out on saint patty's.  Did you hear about them?  Tommy Fitzpatrick and Patrick Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you's wearin the green or you's Ireesh!  Else, I'll be pichin your ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!  Whatever your heritage, celebrate it.  I'm English, Irish, Swedish and German.  I guess I should find the other holidays too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Irish - St Patty's, March 17th&lt;br /&gt;German - Oktoberfest, The couple of weeks-ish leading to the first Sunday in October.&lt;br /&gt;English - Boxing Day, December 26th&lt;br /&gt;Swedish - Midsommarafton (Midsummer's Eve), June 20th this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two are pretty easy.  England along with half of the European world (and Canadia) also celebrate Boxing day.  The funny thing is: Boxing day is also my birthday.  Midsommarafton is the evening before Midsommardagen, which is to commemorate the summer solstice.  There were/are a lot of other silly shenanigans that typically go along with it, but they are a bit over the top and against a few things I believe in.  So, I can accept the solstice part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll look for a holiday each month.  (What is there to celebrate in January besides going skiing?)  (Now that I'm asking, you guys will throw a brick in my face with some holiday that everyone and their dog celebrates!  I know it!)  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, celebrate your roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: I'm thinking about giving a computer away.  That felt really good to see the look on the recipient's face last time.  (She still needs some support with it, but I don't mind that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5206514139619801421?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5206514139619801421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5206514139619801421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5206514139619801421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5206514139619801421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/gay-guyshappy-saint-patricks.html' title='Gay guys/Happy Saint Patrick&apos;s'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2577011684422416888</id><published>2009-03-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:29:27.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>the funny things I hear</title><content type='html'>in real estate...&lt;br /&gt;"GEETURE PROPERTY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2577011684422416888?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2577011684422416888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2577011684422416888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2577011684422416888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2577011684422416888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-things-i-hear.html' title='the funny things I hear'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-7894806648638486999</id><published>2009-03-11T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:40:54.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eloquence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Eloquence, good reading</title><content type='html'>The ability to articulate has always been a challenge for me.  It seemed for a while that I could not communicate in any real clear form (mainly HS and into college).  This has since changed some, but not a lot.  My end goal doesn't really exist.  I desire to work.  I want to continue laboring in my quest of becoming more and more articulate.  (So I guess I should try to stop swearing so much!  HAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I feel the desire to read something inspiring.  I'm not surrounded by inspiration.  I understand that few people are.  To the contrary, we are engulfed in dirt and depression.  I found myself actually reading a news article!  (&lt;a href="http://www.iht.com/articles/2009/03/11/business/col12.php"&gt;linky&lt;/a&gt;)  The news has become so negative that you have to dig to find something even remotely positive.  For this reason, I have basically quit reading the news.  It's usually something like "Disaster on Wall Street Thickens" or "Experts say we are screwed" or "Another kid went crazy with a howitzer!"  I'm good.  I don't really care to hear about that.  I WOULD like to read things that are positive and encouraging.  (I know, I'm just crazy!  Who would want to read such silliness?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, backish on point.  If you have something that you have found inspiring, please send it to me!  Maybe I can do a reply post for each or just a compilation of what you guys send me.  This can also include a passage from a book you enjoyed.  Just make sure that you include pertinent info (title, author, page number, et al).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-7894806648638486999?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/7894806648638486999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=7894806648638486999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7894806648638486999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7894806648638486999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/eloquence-good-reading.html' title='Eloquence, good reading'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-4758816484408410996</id><published>2009-03-06T09:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:17:25.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL?</title><content type='html'>http://news.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=09/03/05/215209&lt;br /&gt;This makes me laugh so hard!  Don't worry!  The link didn't work for me either!  After being slashdotted, they probably realized their ignorance and pulled it!  I have to laugh when someone who doesn't know anything about the topic tries to "educate" those below them!  I shudder to imagine the other mistakes the LEADING tech group for the state is making.  *insert a horrid vomiting feeling in stomach here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg you, my readers, to ask questions about things that you do not understand before giving advice.  PLEASE!  Read!  Early and often!  Read for education and not just entertainment!  If you don't know something, ask someone (or several people) who does know about it!  Be good leaders by asking TONS of questions before making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;/rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-4758816484408410996?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/4758816484408410996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=4758816484408410996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4758816484408410996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4758816484408410996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol.html' title='LOL?'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8113775164484234210</id><published>2009-03-05T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:31:19.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a while....</title><content type='html'>...you meet someone.  This someone is bigger than they appear.  They are more than a colleague.  They are more than the simple job they do.  They are more than the work they put out.  They are more than what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They share their wisdom and God knows that ALL of us could use more than that.  They encourage us more than we realize.  They light things up in a way that we don't see.  And usually they do it when we can't see.  They show us how to make things happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people can show us when we mess up.  These people show us how to become better.  These people show us how things work.  These people are direct and explain things clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their wisdom shines brighter than the toys we play with.  Their humor makes people WANT to be called into their offices.  Their frequencies are abodes for everyone who needs one at the moment needed.  Their demeanor encourages peace and calmness in those with which they interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my few years on this 3rd rock from the sun, I have had the honor of meeting and knowing a few of these people.  I am thankful for each one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8113775164484234210?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8113775164484234210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8113775164484234210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8113775164484234210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8113775164484234210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-in-while.html' title='Once in a while....'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6044563359767763205</id><published>2009-03-02T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:41:16.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philanthrapy'/><title type='text'>Bacon</title><content type='html'>Well, Bacon found a new home.  I posted on CL for a free monitor and a 19" showed up the next day!  I hooked it up for her and got almost everything set.  I need to spend an hour fixing flash and installing OOo.  But things are set and she is using it!  It's a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6044563359767763205?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6044563359767763205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6044563359767763205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6044563359767763205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6044563359767763205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/03/bacon.html' title='Bacon'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-7337293066862303292</id><published>2009-02-25T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:06:46.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Men were born in the wilderness</title><content type='html'>This is a thought for a young lady who is having a tough time with her guy.  She made some tough decisions and things were working out.  Then one of them came back to bite her in the ass and she's trying to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and now even after apologizing, sending an ecard and buying organic ice cream....NOTHING worked. All my efforts to fix the problem failed...I don't get it..I don't get him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is awesome that you are making a HUGE effort to make him feel better!  However, I'd like to toss my small blind in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream is great....   if you are into that kind of thing (and maybe he is), but I think there are a few things that might be a bit better.  guys don't dig ecards.  ecards are for girls.  We have a tendency to speak to others in our own love language.  If that works for me, it will work for you!  lol  I'd guess that this only works like 15% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to touch his soul.  remind him, indirectly, that he is a man.  he is strong.  he is a force to be reckoned with.  he deserves the respect of everyone (more people than just you, so don't just say that you respect him - that would be like him calling you once a week and then after you are upset, saying that he loves you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he enjoy that would do that?  the only thing that hits my mind is poker.  I don't know him like you do, but if I were you, I'd think of something manly and rugged that he may not think of.  Would he go on a hike?  Would he lead you up Gray Rock?  Would he like an afternoon to go fishing?  Would he like something else?&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you get him outside, if not out of the city.  Men are at home in the wild.  Women are at home in the safe and secure.  That's why they like ice cream, tea, and romance novels.  They are safe.  Men are at home in places that are NOT safe.  The felt is not a safe place.  It is where we do battle.  We attack each other.  We try to think of every possible way to gore our adversary's intestines onto the ground.  We are warriors.  Men were born in the wilderness.  It is what brings us to life.  A woman makes this battle of ours worthwhile.  She is our inspiration...   and our reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you are having a tough time.  I pray that things work out.  You guys are good people.  I'd be sad if you were to break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is good.  I'm blogging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My small blind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-7337293066862303292?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/7337293066862303292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=7337293066862303292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7337293066862303292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7337293066862303292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-were-born-in-wilderness.html' title='Men were born in the wilderness'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-628894822579177336</id><published>2009-02-24T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:23:47.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philanthrapy'/><title type='text'>I have been blessed</title><content type='html'>To be sure, I've been given a lot over the years.  It seems that I have an abundance of computer stuff.  I have three computers at the moment.  I have a server that I'm working on, my daily workstation, and another smaller computer in my room that I use to watch family guy and futurama when I'm going to sleep.  I call this computer Bacon.  And I think I'm gonna give it away.  I need to get a couple of things done with it, but as soon as I do, I'm getting rid of it.  I guess I'll start with my friends and then go to my church.  I don't need a computer in my room right now.  If I feel the need later on, I can move the server in and go from there.  (which means that I need to get on two things; 1 - getting ram for Cajun (the server), 2 - getting the wireless card setup on it.)  I also need to pick up a monitor to give away with Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....  well, I'm off to browse CL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-628894822579177336?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/628894822579177336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=628894822579177336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/628894822579177336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/628894822579177336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-been-blessed.html' title='I have been blessed'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6669896783729173633</id><published>2009-02-18T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:49:40.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesomeness</title><content type='html'>So, today something happened that was inevitable, but unlikely the further along.  I fell on my skateboard....  in the middle of College Ave.  It really wasn't too bad, but I messed up my ankle.  I think I sprained it pretty good.  I guess I should spend some time at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6669896783729173633?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6669896783729173633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6669896783729173633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6669896783729173633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6669896783729173633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesomeness.html' title='awesomeness'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6392418711227497542</id><published>2009-02-17T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:45:29.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>to a teenager</title><content type='html'>This is a reply to an email from a young teen that I know.  She's having some fights with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girly, EVERYONE gets in fights with their parents.  I'm no exception.  It's def a stupid girl thing too though!  :-D  It's okay to be mad and confused.  Just remember to take your time and be real with them.  And by far the most important is to be open to their ideas.  This is the stage when you think you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;A little hint that some adults don't get: the point where you know everything comes when you realize that you know little to nothing and use common sense to figure things out.  It's not about "knowing" more; it's about how you approach each item or task.  Few people go at the same thing the same way.  There are many ways of doing most things.  Parents are focused on showing you the easiest ways so that you don't get hurt or have things cost you too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I posted this is that so many people think they KNOW stuff.  They may know a lot of stuff, but it is usually irrelevant.  They let their egos get in the way.  I do it too!  But, again, it goes back to the approach.  If your fundamentals are sound, your approach will be too.  You will be able to tackle anything.  You may need help bringing it down!  BUT!  You already knew that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a social species.  Why we are built that way, I'm not sure.  However, we are.  And that means that we NEED each other.  We NEED guys and girls nights out.  We NEED a drinking buddy.  We NEED wing men.  We NEED lunch dates.  We NEED our colleagues.  We need each other.  We need help and we need it often.&lt;br /&gt;Mk, I'll stop beating this dead horse.  You get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6392418711227497542?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6392418711227497542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6392418711227497542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6392418711227497542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6392418711227497542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-teenager.html' title='to a teenager'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1335717957995320153</id><published>2009-02-16T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:19:45.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>note</title><content type='html'>Elise has been added to the Italian Roast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1335717957995320153?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1335717957995320153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1335717957995320153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1335717957995320153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1335717957995320153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/note.html' title='note'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3288661781333030728</id><published>2009-02-16T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:04:33.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>information structure</title><content type='html'>This is a reply/discussion of sorts to &lt;a href="http://www.eliseblas.com/?p=27"&gt;Elise's recent post&lt;/a&gt;.  She was waxing philosophical about what a global information infrastructure would look like from the perspective of an overloaded mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I've spend a fair amount of time thinking about.  My degree (when I finish the paperwork in a month or two) is towards computer information science.  I've thought a bit about what that would look like beyond technology.  The more I think past technology, the more I see us going back to the way things were 60 years ago.  People worked for a living.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; worked.  We didn't sit at a desk and shuffle papers and broker deals.  The men worked in the field or in a shop.  We built stuff; stuff that lasted.  Hard wood, cool metal.  We sat down for dinner every night with our family.  The women worked hard too.  They toiled hard to make sure that we had a couple of nice meals each day.  I miss those meals.  They tasted SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back on topic.  People had families over for dinner.  They met for coffee.  They had game nights.  They *gasp* talked face to face!  After dinner was always one of my favorite times.  The adults would get together and talk and discuss and roll around.  Everything from politics to religion to concepts and difficulties.  All of those things that are now taboo, they talked about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny and the adults always laughed a bit about it, but they never gave me shit.  There would be 5 or 6 adults talking about why some tax cut was good or bad and why.  Then there would be this 5-10 year old named Chad, doing nothing but listening and drinking coffee.  (Yes, I drank coffee at age 5.)  One of my favorite places is at the feet of an old person.  The wisdom and experience that our elders have is so valuable.  I need to make this a regular event.  Maybe I can add to my volunteering with this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe teaching elders how to blog.  That is an idea!  Then they won't only be sharing with me.  HA!  I'm digressing again from technology.  Maybe it is just inevitable with me.  I've grown up to the whir of the fan in a power supply and the jet engine sound of my hard drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my main point with this post was to go back to people physically talking to each other.  We need more of that.  Yes yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3288661781333030728?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3288661781333030728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3288661781333030728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3288661781333030728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3288661781333030728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/infromation-structure.html' title='information structure'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-73881517007713343</id><published>2009-02-12T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:10:28.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this was too precious</title><content type='html'>I couldn't not share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;http://it.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=09/02/11/007216&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They's scurrrd of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-73881517007713343?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/73881517007713343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=73881517007713343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/73881517007713343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/73881517007713343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-was-too-precious.html' title='this was too precious'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6831180661421884146</id><published>2009-02-11T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:23:14.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>I think this sums it up nicely</title><content type='html'>As I delve further and further into people, there are a few things that remain the same.  One of which is each person's wound.  The wounds are not unique.  The way each person experiences them are unique.  Here's another view from a woman's side of things.  It is out of a great book that I would recommend to anyone trying to understand women or yourself if you are a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Few have ever felt so pursued. Sometimes we wonder if we’ve even been noticed. Father was too busy to come to our games, or perhaps he jumped ship altogether. Mother was lost in a never-ending pile of laundry or, more recently, in her own career. We come into the world longing to be special to someone and from the start we are disappointed. It is a rare soul indeed who has been sought after for who she is—not because of what she can do, or what others can gain from her, but simply for herself. Can you recall a time when a significant someone in your life sat you down with the sole purpose of wanting to know your heart more deeply, fully expecting to enjoy what he found there? More people have climbed Mt. Everest than have experienced real pursuit, and so what are we left to conclude? There is nothing in our hearts worth knowing. Whoever and whatever this mystery called I must be, it cannot be much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In fact,” we continue, “if I am not pursued, it must be because there is something wrong with me, something dark and twisted inside.” We long to be known, and we fear it like nothing else. Most people live with a subtle dread that one day they will be discovered for who they really are and the world will be appalled.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wonder why women got jobs.  Pffffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6831180661421884146?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6831180661421884146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6831180661421884146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6831180661421884146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6831180661421884146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-this-sums-it-up-nicely.html' title='I think this sums it up nicely'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8640045999324562719</id><published>2009-02-09T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:11:31.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>I hope</title><content type='html'>I hope that Obama reacts in a similar fashion.&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/politics/7878418.stm?lss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8640045999324562719?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8640045999324562719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8640045999324562719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8640045999324562719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8640045999324562719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hope.html' title='I hope'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6434176624460552219</id><published>2009-02-09T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:13:58.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Donkeys and pink elephants</title><content type='html'>I think that I have found one of the bigger roadblocks between democrats and republicans.  Every time I hear a rep talk of trying to talk to a dem about politics, they say the same thing.  You can't get a word in edgewise and even if you do, they won't listen to you.  It's their way and that's it.  There isn't even a highway.  Typically, dems are so hard up on their ideas that they cannot listen.  I tend to agree with this.  However, I think it applies to reps too.  They are just quieter and more "ethical" about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's look at the mortgage limit.  It was at 10 and now it's at 4.  I'm not sure who oversees that (I'd guess the FED, but IDK).  So let's say we have a businessman.  He is an investor.  For all practical purposes, that is all he does (for our example).  He has 200 properties currently.  He has 70 mortgages and owns 130 of the properties out right.  Say he has $250,000 in cash and liquid assets.  That isn't enough to buy a house outright.  However, that is enough to put down several down payments and get a solid start on a mortgage (or three).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the real estate business (read: working in a RE office as I'm not a broker), I keep hearing about how this is such a buyer's market.  Rates are low on a historic level; equity is low vs likely future values; there are tons of properties being listed and put into the for sale databases/being foreclosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, put that cap on at 4.  You can no longer get ANY financing for even well leveraged and backed projects.  Your credit score is 912?  Nope.  You can back the project with 75% capital?  Nope.  This has stopped many development projects.  You are this guy.  What do you do?  You can't invest in the most tangible investment in existence.  The stock markets are a bit sketchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for venture capital opportunities.  I'm looking for people similar to myself who want to start businesses that provide essentials to living that have solid business foundations.  I'm looking at people looking to start a Costco, a grocery store, a Sam's.  If I can help start one of these businesses with $150,000 of my cash/etc and some partners, I will have made a solid investment that creates a ton of jobs.  Why not a $20k tax credit to business that are expanding and growing or even a new business!  I'm sure there are more than a few small businesses that are looking to get off of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make it easier for me?  People need to live.  They need essentials: housing, food, a job.  They will find ways to have fun past that.  It is not my concern.  I would like to see things loosened up for people looking to make things happen for these three priorities.  Mr Obama, ease regulation for these people.  Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw an ad the other night on the internet somewhere.  I think it was an Allstate ad.  This company started in 1931.  Who can say that?  They have focused on "the basics."  Our economy has been so bloated with saturated fatty acids like the formalities of advertising and making things bigger and more *fill in the blank*.  Let's look at making milk cheaper; flour; beef.  Let's get back to basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I did there?  I looked at the problem from a citizen's perspective.  I looked at a possible solution.  I talked it out.  I really haven't read much about it all (other than some stuff to become educated enough to write the previous couple of posts).  I didn't say that this group had got it right and this group had it wrong.  There was no dem or rep.  I took a problem that has been talked about and just thought things out.  People seem to judge too much and too often.  Please stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: The democrats seem to be more educated about things, but I'm not sure which is more focused on actually solving the problem(s); if either group is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another side note: a good link I just found (&lt;a href="http://www.fixhousingfirst.com/the-issues/index.php"&gt;http://www.fixhousingfirst.com/the-issues/index.php&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6434176624460552219?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6434176624460552219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6434176624460552219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6434176624460552219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6434176624460552219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/donkeys-and-pink-elephants.html' title='Donkeys and pink elephants'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-729669545529134760</id><published>2009-02-09T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:28:32.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 diff issues</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I was talking about two different issues.  after rereading it, it looked like I was talking about one.  The first issue was the first time home buyer tax credit.  The second issue was the mortgage limit.  sorry for the confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-729669545529134760?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/729669545529134760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=729669545529134760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/729669545529134760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/729669545529134760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-diff-issues.html' title='2 diff issues'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8396870670860741212</id><published>2009-02-06T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:10:55.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Democrats are messing it up too</title><content type='html'>Even though Bush is no longer our fearless leader and the republicans are basically powerless, the democrats are making a bad situation &lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/great-debate/2009/02/05/how-congress-is-harming-the-economy/"&gt;worse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy to hear about the first time home buyer credit of up to $15k.  I was not happy with the limitation of financing past 4 houses.  There are plenty of wealthy people who have cash on hand.  Guess what these people want to do?  They want to buy real estate!!!  With interest rates where they are, people are wanting to exploit the buyers market that we find ourselves in.  Inside the changes that are happening, one of them is a limitation on how many mortgages you can have.  The limit WAS 10.  It is now 4.  What does this mean?  Even the people with cash cannot get financing.  The banks NEED to get back to lending.  That is how they make their income; from interest off of loans.  What is the ideal client?  The ideal client is the investor who is well backed and leveraged with cash on hand.  This is a huge mistake in my humble opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that George W Bush is out of office.  He made a lot of mistakes.  But I see some big mistakes being made since then.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8396870670860741212?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8396870670860741212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8396870670860741212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8396870670860741212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8396870670860741212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/democrats-are-messing-it-up-too.html' title='Democrats are messing it up too'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1992082771601890165</id><published>2009-02-05T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:13:35.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>more funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SYseNtB2XDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qSW7urTe5pw/s1600-h/404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SYseNtB2XDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qSW7urTe5pw/s320/404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299362607306005554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've seen a lot of 404 File not found pages in my 23 years using computers.  This is something along the lines of where I'd like to see them go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1992082771601890165?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1992082771601890165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1992082771601890165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1992082771601890165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1992082771601890165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-funnies.html' title='more funnies'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SYseNtB2XDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qSW7urTe5pw/s72-c/404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8636037533072182834</id><published>2009-02-04T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:29:16.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SYnec1bS1JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o-yPGE9pO74/s1600-h/vaio_pee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SYnec1bS1JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o-yPGE9pO74/s320/vaio_pee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299011023537362066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute!  Can we keep it?!?!?!  huh? huh? huh? huh? huh? huh?  We can name it Vista!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8636037533072182834?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8636037533072182834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8636037533072182834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8636037533072182834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8636037533072182834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SYnec1bS1JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o-yPGE9pO74/s72-c/vaio_pee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2174798756101199353</id><published>2009-02-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:09:23.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NSFW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult content'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>NSFW, explicit content, and funny as hell!</title><content type='html'>So, I saw this video here recently and I about popped a lung from laughing so hard!  This is the view of an IT person's hell from his desktop.  He's using a virtual machine to "switch" desktop environments.  And I have to say that he's pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BcQ7RkyBoBc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/BcQ7RkyBoBc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7037490507738064508-2174798756101199353?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2174798756101199353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2174798756101199353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2174798756101199353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2174798756101199353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/nsfw-explicit-content-and-funny-as-hell.html' title='NSFW, explicit content, and funny as hell!'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1243485922000501841</id><published>2009-02-01T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:28:54.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahaha</title><content type='html'>"AFAIK, your cheif genetic imperatives are mating and killing each other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very objetive and a bit sarcastic view of the human species.  It is a quote from a robot in QC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1243485922000501841?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1243485922000501841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1243485922000501841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1243485922000501841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1243485922000501841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahaha.html' title='hahahaha'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8999972487636564356</id><published>2009-02-01T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:24:43.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re: hm comment</title><content type='html'>that was something that someone said and I was thinking about it.  It wasn't what it looked like.  Sorry for the lack of elaboration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8999972487636564356?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8999972487636564356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8999972487636564356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8999972487636564356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8999972487636564356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/02/re-hm-comment.html' title='re: hm comment'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8478442571117205703</id><published>2009-01-30T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:02:02.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm</title><content type='html'>why don't any of you ever speak up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8478442571117205703?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8478442571117205703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8478442571117205703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8478442571117205703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8478442571117205703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/hm.html' title='hm'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3413602611681310013</id><published>2009-01-30T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:00:13.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Friends, dark times are ahead for me.  I'm not talking about money or the market.  I'd kindly request that you pray for me.  In whatever form you choose, pray for me.  The fire is primed and I'm ready to walk through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3413602611681310013?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3413602611681310013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3413602611681310013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3413602611681310013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3413602611681310013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-4485668450046983295</id><published>2009-01-23T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:48:00.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><title type='text'>Quote for my thinkers</title><content type='html'>"Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do doesn't mean it's useless."&lt;br /&gt;--  Thomas A. Edison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this quote.  It is the philosophy that many people who embrace linux have.  They say, alright, it doesn't work for this.  What will?  Is there something that this will work with?  Will it work for this developer or that user?  Will it become the foundation for a new idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-4485668450046983295?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/4485668450046983295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=4485668450046983295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4485668450046983295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4485668450046983295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-for-my-thinkers.html' title='Quote for my thinkers'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-7850750024241219003</id><published>2009-01-22T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:17:11.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>My red Thwingline Thtapler</title><content type='html'>Transcribed for your reading pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton&lt;br /&gt;"I, I don't care if they, if they lay me off either, because I, I told Bill that if he movth my desk one more time, then, then I'm quitting. I'm going to quit. And I thold Dom too because they've moved my desk four times. I uthed to be by the window, where I could thee the thquirrels and they were merry. But then they thwitched from the Thwingline to the Boston thtapler, but I kept my Thwingline. They have my thtaples for the Boston and I kept the thtaples from the Thwingline thtapler."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, Milton."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton&lt;br /&gt;"And if, if they take my thtapler, I will, I will thet this building on fire."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-7850750024241219003?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/7850750024241219003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=7850750024241219003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7850750024241219003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7850750024241219003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-red-thwingline-thtapler.html' title='My red Thwingline Thtapler'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1270449815135518857</id><published>2009-01-21T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:23:34.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><title type='text'>my big project!</title><content type='html'>Alright, so this has been a couple of months in the making.  I bought a computer about a year ago to learn Linux and now I'm going to do something with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I like to think that I'm a poker player!  HAHA!  See The Chad's Poker -&gt; -&gt; -&gt; -&gt; under Italian Roast.  Anyway, I bought a workstation in August and a nice monitor a couple of weeks ago to play poker on.  Well, I don't mind how Pokerstars runs on the new box, but I'm not a big fan of Vista.  It's a huge memory hog and you really should not need that much horsepower to work.  I was already on the way to learning Linux and this is inspiring me to learn faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working with Ubuntu and Fedora.  Ubuntu is supported/written by Mark Shuttleworth's Cononical.  It has his African roots and philosophy of community and sharing.  I dig that.  Fedora is Red Hat's child.  Red Hat Enterprise Linux is THE Linux that powers the big corporate servers.  RH is more the commercial, production Linux and they have commercial support for it too.  Fedora is really nice and clean IMO.  I've seen lots of people who mod it and make it a really solid OS.  Both Ubuntu and Fedora run the Gnome desktop environment as a default, but they also support KDE and Xfce if you would prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the project!  I run a database behind my poker to track and analyze my play and my opponents.  I'm thinking that I can have the server run the database and it's engine while I play on the workstation.  I'm not real sure how I can do this yet, but I'm gonna try!  I'm currently in the stage of getting a workstation that will run stars like I want (stable).  I'll then work on getting the database engine running smoothly and interacting well with stars.  Then I'll wipe vista off of my "production" workstation and build a Fedora box for actual play.  As far as I can tell (I hit google AND 2+2), nobody has done this yet, anywhere.  People have played poker on Linux, but nobody has run the database that was written in windows, much less off of another computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1270449815135518857?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1270449815135518857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1270449815135518857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1270449815135518857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1270449815135518857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-big-project.html' title='my big project!'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3864953457413982046</id><published>2009-01-19T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:51:53.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='initiation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Initiation</title><content type='html'>This is a reply to a friend who asked about me having a tough time with life.  Now, this is a bit of a general thought on the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've always tried to strive for wisdom.  If I receive nothing else in this life, I choose to become wise.  I feel as though if I want or need anything, wisdom will bring it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I kind of dodged your Q and I think you deserve an answer.  I believe that 2008 was that fire that defines me now as a man.  Things only get harder and harder in life, but you go through initiations.  I became a man last year.  I had to be put to the flames before I could be forged.  In life, there is no such thing as a cold-forge.  Only hot.  2008 was THE hardest year of my life so far.  09 is looking better, but only time will tell.  I still have many a wound to break open and clean before it can heal correctly.  We are all scarred.  But to become wise, we must have knowledge coupled with experience.  I believe that I have knowledge.  I'm just going through the experience now.  Experience is often a VERY hard thing to go through.  Sometimes it is hard to lift your arms.  But if you are to climb Long's Peak, you must life each leg many a time when it is most difficult.  You will fully believe that you cannot lift your knee even one more time.  But what you do is what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've stood on the summit several times.  Each time I go, this lesson is only reaffirmed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3864953457413982046?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3864953457413982046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3864953457413982046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3864953457413982046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3864953457413982046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/initiation.html' title='Initiation'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3100060597784151874</id><published>2009-01-19T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:32:13.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>Downtime</title><content type='html'>We all need downtime.  Rest is SOOOOOOOOOOOO important and people underestimate it.  Peace is something that people talk about only in theory and never in application.  &lt;br /&gt;The only thing that will be work (other than work ldo) will be teaching climbing wed and thur evenings.  I'm going to try to get 8 hours of sleep every night and spend lots of time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a restful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3100060597784151874?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3100060597784151874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3100060597784151874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3100060597784151874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3100060597784151874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/downtime.html' title='Downtime'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5502953853012971586</id><published>2009-01-15T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:23:27.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>why I teach people to climb</title><content type='html'>I was teaching my weekly introduction class last night and I had the opportunity to tell one of my favorite stories.  Teaching people how to be safe about climbing is one of the most rewarding things I have ever done in my life.  It's amazing.  This experience set THE perfect example for the love I have of teaching people my passion for climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, I was working at my local gym.  The group was coming in late morning and there was only 7 or 8 of them.  When they showed up, I realized that they were high-risk youth.  They were around 13-15 years old.  They lived in a "home" with kids in similar situations.  It was something of a foster home for kids who had never had much guidance or parenting, if they had parents at all.  One of the girls was pregnant.  The boys had tatoos and wore jeans that hung from their thighs.  All of them looked physically and emotionally abused.  Well, maybe I could do something about their day.&lt;br /&gt;After screwing around putting on harnesses and an hour of tying knots and learning to belay, I felt that we were ready to start actually climbing.  One of the boys had the WORST attitude.  He didn't want to do anything but sit and pout.  I don't know, but he may have been in trouble earlier in the day.  He was REALLY all sorts of unhappy about his day.  I don't remember his name, but he touched my life in a way that he will never know.&lt;br /&gt;After basically fighting with him to get him into a harness and to participate, I volunteered him to be the first climber.  I volunteered a girl who seemed the complete opposite of him in the group and probably wasn't friends with him to belay him.  (She was solid, which was the real reason I chose her, but it really helped that she wasn't his buddy.)  After a couple of minutes of hooking up and tying in, I had every member of the group check both of them over to make sure that they were setup correctly.  I then had them all sit down right around us, just a couple feet away.  Then I asked the question; THE question.  "Do you trust your friend?"  He looked scared to death and I could almost see the blood fade from his face.  I had him take his jacket off and pull his shirt through his harness.  Then I had him approach the wall.&lt;br /&gt;In climbing we have lots of communication.  When someone leaves the ground, both people know what is happening and they are talking to each other.  This begins with a couple of commands.  They recited the commands and he pulled onto the wall.&lt;br /&gt;The girl very diligently pulled rope and belayed him perfectly.  He climbed higher and higher, gripping the holds harder and harder as he ascended.  About 20 feet up, he stopped and I could see the tears on his cheecks.  He was so tense that his legs were doing what we climbers call "sewing machine leg" or "Elvis' legs."  He was not willing to trust his belayer.  I was breaking that right now.  You could see the anguish on his face.  His arms were on fire from the lactic acid builing up.  I told him that he needs to do one of two things.  He can keep climbing or he can sit back in his harness and lower off.  I looked back at all of the other kids and they were on the edge of their seats.&lt;br /&gt;After some coaching, he reached the top!  Then the hard part began.  I had to talk him into sitting back into his harness and letting go completely of the wall.  I'd guess that it took a good three or four minutes to accomplish that.  Once in lowering mode, I did my best to relax him.&lt;br /&gt;When he touched the floor, his face was about a mile wide.  His adrenaline had to be going about mach 2 as he wiped his tears away and untied.&lt;br /&gt;Just watching this 180 of this kid was amazing.  He went from a kid who didn't trust anyone and probably didn't like anyone, to someone who was building self-confidence, trust in other people, and the ability to encourage.  I will never forget that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5502953853012971586?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5502953853012971586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5502953853012971586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5502953853012971586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5502953853012971586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-teach-people-to-climb.html' title='why I teach people to climb'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2651123336296277720</id><published>2009-01-13T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:07:10.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fedora'/><title type='text'>charity</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a bit about my move this past weekend.  I gave a ton (for me) of stuff to goodwill and I'm just thinking about that.  I gave a bunch of shirts (some old dress shirts that I don't wear anymore), some over shirts/jackets, and a backpack-FULL of books (not actually a backpack; I just used it for a picture).  I didn't realize the tax break and I certainly didn't realize how good I would feel about the whole thing.  I'm thinking of giving more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an old computer that I'm thinking of donating.  It is really pretty old.  I'm guessing it was built around 2000 or 2001.  Since it won't run windows really at all anymore, I installed Fedora 10 on it and it seems to run pretty well.  I'd guess that it would be limited to writing papers and browsing the web with its hardware state.  But none the less.  If you know someone who is in need and could use something like this AND would be willing to learn Fedora, I would be interested in chatting with them in the future.  I'm thinking that I will use it until I get my server up and running and then look at giving it away or selling it.  ($60ish, monitor included)  I think the optimal recipient would be a student or single parent, etc with little or no computer knowledge.  I find it much easier to show someone linux who has not been brainwashed by the Microsoft crowd.  But alas, it will be about a month before I do this regardless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2651123336296277720?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2651123336296277720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2651123336296277720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2651123336296277720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2651123336296277720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/charity.html' title='charity'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3711720493599682254</id><published>2009-01-08T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:45:57.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><title type='text'>funny story, I'm getting a bit full of myself for a second</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is poker related, but I feel it's better here.  (I think I posted something on this on my poker blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, I played poker for the morning/lunchtime.  I had lunch with Heather and climbed a bit.  Then I decided, REALLY spur the moment, to go play in this tournament at a friend's house.  I got there about 20 minutes late and had to wait for someone to bust.  But meh, I don't mind running to the fridge for beers for people!  They were greatful and it gave me some time to just watch and pick out the fishies.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got in about an hour later, just after first break and started beating the crap out of the live ones.  I did it in really REALLY thin situations too.  Then I ran hot.  my 55&gt;AA allin preflop FTW!!!!  Anyway, the fun part!&lt;br /&gt;When we were down to about 8 or 9 players, I stood up for some fun!  I made a big deal about it too.  "Okay everyone!  It is my birthday!  Today I am 26 years old!"  Some of the players greeted me with happy birthday, etc.  "So, you know what that means right?  You HAVE to let me win!"  A roar of laughter broke out and everyone was cheery!  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;When we were down to 3 or 4, I hollered over to the cash game that had started up "Hey guys!  I was only kidding!  You didn't HAVE to let me win!"  The banter is something that I will always enjoy among the card games I sit in.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what.  I won.  Happy birthday to me!  Happy birthday to ME!    Happy birthday dear CHAD!  Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to blow most of my winnings on a new toy.  I invested in a new (to me; refurb'ed) 22" widescreen monitor for my home computer.  Happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3711720493599682254?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3711720493599682254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3711720493599682254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3711720493599682254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3711720493599682254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-story-im-getting-bit-full-of.html' title='funny story, I&apos;m getting a bit full of myself for a second'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8990813193527845677</id><published>2009-01-07T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:01:14.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longboard'/><title type='text'>so I got a couple of new toys</title><content type='html'>one of which will make great transportation around old town and to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arborsports.com/merchant2/koablunt.html"&gt;The Blunt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a skateboard a long time ago, but never got too serious about it.  I think that this will not only be useful, but relaxing too.  I just may have to break out my mp3 player for my commute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8990813193527845677?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8990813193527845677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8990813193527845677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8990813193527845677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8990813193527845677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-got-couple-of-new-toys.html' title='so I got a couple of new toys'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6095809909805040037</id><published>2009-01-05T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:58:57.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bueaty'/><title type='text'>This is a tribute to a woman's heart</title><content type='html'>The heart of a woman is more beautiful than anything else on the planet.  The line "I hear violins" comes to mind.  I hear ....   vio...   lins......   One thing that I also hear, is the sunrise.....   at 14,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dosed off at about 1145pm, August 4th, 2006 in my BMW 325i.  I was woken up by a random boy from my church assigned from my pastor, Josh Ratslaff.  He knocked on my window asking if I was "Chad" and then to "wake up."  Six hours later I saw the third most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.  (see attached)  The second, you will have to ask me about when you have five minutes.  The first is a woman.  A woman is by far THE most beautiful creature that God has created on the face of the planet.  I would imagine that Brooke would have taken her small fingers and, with God's help, orchestrated something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to woman's heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SWMOe24gpGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YEToh-JmiM0/s1600-h/sunriseChasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SWMOe24gpGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YEToh-JmiM0/s320/sunriseChasm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288086310754493538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6095809909805040037?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6095809909805040037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6095809909805040037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6095809909805040037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6095809909805040037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-tribute-to-womans-heart.html' title='This is a tribute to a woman&apos;s heart'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SWMOe24gpGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YEToh-JmiM0/s72-c/sunriseChasm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1904004707376259146</id><published>2009-01-04T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:15:50.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Loving everyone</title><content type='html'>"You know, you don't have to like everyone in your tribe, but you do have to love them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few people in my life that I don't really approve of.  And sometimes it is really hard not to just let them go.  But we must slog on in our relationships.  It means more to people to have love than anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1904004707376259146?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1904004707376259146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1904004707376259146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1904004707376259146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1904004707376259146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/loving-everyone.html' title='Loving everyone'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-896288120308651880</id><published>2009-01-02T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:41:49.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>projects</title><content type='html'>I'm posting a couple of projects so that I will actually sit down and do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Install the new power supply in the old server.&lt;br /&gt;2 upgrade said server to Fedora 10.&lt;br /&gt;3 get RLF running on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 read about teh virtual machines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-896288120308651880?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/896288120308651880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=896288120308651880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/896288120308651880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/896288120308651880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2009/01/projects.html' title='projects'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5459186551025006283</id><published>2008-12-30T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:57:07.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life'/><title type='text'>I am blessed</title><content type='html'>I have been having a rough 4 days.  REALLY rough.  Something just happened to set things back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked into my office a few minutes ago.  (crazy I know that a man would walk into an office)  He looked a little rough.  He introduced himself and asked if I had any work for him.  I told him that the office was a bit slow at the moment, being the holidays, but that I would try to find an application for him to take with him.  He stopped me and told me that would not be an option as he has no cell nor home.  He is living at the mission in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as tough a time as I have been having, I feel better about this past year and how much I have grown.  I have a "real" job now.  I have a nice place to live.  I have food when I need it.  My life is good.  It's tough, but good.  I'm at a better place.  I'm ready to have a woman for a girlfriend instead of a girl.  I'd say that I need a woman instead of a girl.  I'm standing up.  I usually buy dinner when I go out (unless it's my birthday; thank you Jackson and Heather).  I have friends.  I have a good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5459186551025006283?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5459186551025006283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5459186551025006283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5459186551025006283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5459186551025006283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3718670945974761122</id><published>2008-12-23T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:21:18.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>thankfulness</title><content type='html'>"Its the holidays, I have a lot to think about and life is wonderful. I have very little to complain about. I am the luckiest woman I have ever met and I just keep getting luckier."&lt;br /&gt;--a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas/Hannucka/Quanza/whatever you celebrate/and all that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3718670945974761122?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3718670945974761122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3718670945974761122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3718670945974761122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3718670945974761122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankfulness.html' title='thankfulness'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5853591665684221713</id><published>2008-12-16T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:20:33.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reuters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Kemp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>understanding the crisis</title><content type='html'>This article helped me understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/great-debate/2008/12/12/great-us-debt-engine-slips-into-reverse/"&gt;http://blogs.reuters.com/great-debate/2008/12/12/great-us-debt-engine-slips-into-reverse/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5853591665684221713?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5853591665684221713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5853591665684221713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5853591665684221713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5853591665684221713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/12/understanding-crisis.html' title='understanding the crisis'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-4839468655912079336</id><published>2008-12-11T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:37:24.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Bond'/><title type='text'>Passive aggressive</title><content type='html'>I'm going to figure out how to kill it.  It seems to piss some of my friends off, so this is now one of my goals.  I think this was part of the tough night I had last night before the movie.  Hmmm.  I think I'm gonna do some reading on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I went to see the new James Bond film.  I believe that Daniel Craig is an excellent actor, but I was disappointed with the movie.  The story had some really good potential and the director tried to bring that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-4839468655912079336?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/4839468655912079336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=4839468655912079336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4839468655912079336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4839468655912079336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/12/passive-aggressive.html' title='Passive aggressive'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1904599931596235020</id><published>2008-12-04T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:58:39.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>I understand that I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I cannot wait for two things.  1. To see the look on Heather's face when she sees her birthday/Christmas present.  2. To get my &lt;a href="http://www.freakclimbing.com/modules.php?name=Reviews&amp;rop=showcontent&amp;id=105"&gt;new rock shoes&lt;/a&gt; and get climbing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1904599931596235020?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1904599931596235020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1904599931596235020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1904599931596235020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1904599931596235020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of wisdom'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5359387835722331643</id><published>2008-12-02T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:32:45.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling'/><title type='text'>Only children and having mentors around</title><content type='html'>Another post I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;"A thought on only children.  You mentioned a special challenge in keeping them from feeling lonely.  I have a younger brother and I still felt VERY lonely when my parents were going through a divorce (I was 15 when I realized it was going to happen and it happened at 17).  And I felt like I lost my brother somewhere in there.  Then I ended up moving in with my mom after finishing HS.  There was a comm college near where she and my brother lived, so it was the obvy choice.  I got past this by finding and burying myself in given hobbies (computers, climbing).  Then later as I was becoming an adult, I got my brother back.  One of the things that helped was the random stanger that befriended me.  I think that something that might help an only child would be to keep a good company of adult mentors that can help.  It's not that they would spend regular time with the kid, but whenever they started building friendships you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is something of my calling.  I'm not sure, but it feels like it.  Just being a mentor to the kids of the people who are really important to me.  I feel like that is why I'm here (in the child free part of life).&lt;br /&gt;/spewing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5359387835722331643?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5359387835722331643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5359387835722331643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5359387835722331643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5359387835722331643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-children-and-having-mentors-around.html' title='Only children and having mentors around'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-9016601843421872674</id><published>2008-12-02T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:19:53.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I guess I work a lot</title><content type='html'>This is a post that I put up on Christian Forums regarding my social life.&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm.. Well, I'm not married yet. So, IDK what that will be like. But I'm not really crazy with booze or debauchery. I'm currently working through hard on Guitar Hero 3(?) with a friend. He and I have been through some times for sure. Our beliefs are VERY different, but I try to hang with him at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;I have a group of friends who play poker. There are about 5 or 6 of us who are pro or semi-pro. I try to meet with some of them at least once a week to keep my game sharp and continually growing.&lt;br /&gt;My rock climbing job takes a night each week too! I love teaching! I was asked if I was a middle-school teacher a couple of weeks ago; this lead me into the bigger Q of not wanting kids, but that's another thread.&lt;br /&gt;Then I work on other projects: a website for a law firm, analysis of a poker database/poker website management, my own blog of course, and once in a while I will have a lighting tech rehearsal for my church.&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends, I work a shift at the desk for my climbing gym and run lights every other other Sunday. I try to go have a drink with my best friend Heather at least once a week too. Usually it's chai, but sometimes its a good scotch or cognac.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I didn't realize that I work so much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-9016601843421872674?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/9016601843421872674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=9016601843421872674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/9016601843421872674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/9016601843421872674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-guess-i-work-lot.html' title='I guess I work a lot'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6015440181676338546</id><published>2008-11-28T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:43:19.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>what I am thankful for</title><content type='html'>The first "Thanksgiving" was from the settlers who invented dirt here in North America for a good harvest.  God had provided, as He always does.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a lot this year.  I think of all of the things on the list, I'm most thankful for the growth in my life.  I feel like my eyes have been opened a bit further in how much I have at my fingertips.  That in and of itself seems huge.  Over the past couple of years, I've been through a couple of tough things.  I feel like I can see attacks and support now.  I'm in an office where I can CONTINUE to grow too!  In my previous employment, that wasn't really an option.  I feel very lucky that I was thrown into the office that I'm in.  The staff is awesome and I already feel at home here.  I'm even getting hell from my counterpart in the IT dept in G-town!  Yes, I'm even thankful for YOU!!! (even if you don't like eggnog)  We've had a social where I met the important people to my job.  I'm supposed to have lunch with another big dog in a week or two.  The agents, the staff, and the management seem to like me (by giving me crap about this or that or the back desktop!).  I feel accepted and more importantly respected.  It seems a very dynamic office that I'm currently working in.  There are a lot of major changes happening.  And guess who is supposed to help things move along smoothly?  Hah!  If the ladies in my office are not old enough to be my mom, they're old enough to be my grandma!  I think this has helped me so much.  They seem to treat me like someone who is a bit like an adopted adult son.  That is another thing I'm thankful for.  I can make lots of mistakes and they will show me how to do things with patience.  I'm not slow, but I'm not brilliant all of the time either.  Every few days I ride the short bus to work and they keep me laughing while helping me keep the office going.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very thankful for a particular young lady that came into my life almost a year ago.  I know that we will never be together for a couple of reasons, but you have helped me grow in more ways than you know.  You hold so much of my respect.  And I'll be keeping my eye out for a good man for you.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I'd like to mention is all of the encouragement that people, some more than others, have given me over this past year.  It's kept me sane and able.&lt;br /&gt;That is what I'm thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6015440181676338546?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6015440181676338546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6015440181676338546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6015440181676338546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6015440181676338546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='what I am thankful for'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2399683806330141899</id><published>2008-11-27T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:15:03.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>And happy dead bird day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2399683806330141899?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2399683806330141899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2399683806330141899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2399683806330141899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2399683806330141899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-4066582396390543046</id><published>2008-11-27T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:28:04.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>More thought provokers on the economy</title><content type='html'>I've been poking around in the news a little more of late and I've found a couple more good articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/great-debate/2008/11/27/fix-immigration-by-next-thanksgiving/"&gt;http://blogs.reuters.com/great-debate/2008/11/27/fix-immigration-by-next-thanksgiving/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the big dogs from the Detroit auto makers showed up to Congress in their private jet, Congress asked if they would take a pay cut.  LOL  So Congress sent them back to their factories.  Just a thought here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thevarguy.com/2008/11/20/memo-to-ford-gm-and-chrysler-follow-cisco-ceos-lead/"&gt;http://www.thevarguy.com/2008/11/20/memo-to-ford-gm-and-chrysler-follow-cisco-ceos-lead/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-4066582396390543046?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/4066582396390543046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=4066582396390543046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4066582396390543046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4066582396390543046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-thought-provokers-on-economy.html' title='More thought provokers on the economy'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2815507066865826789</id><published>2008-11-24T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:47:49.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>biggest encouragement I've had in a while</title><content type='html'>"it doesn't matter how many women want to have children - you only need ONE that doesn't"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2815507066865826789?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2815507066865826789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2815507066865826789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2815507066865826789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2815507066865826789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/biggest-encouragement-ive-had-in-while.html' title='biggest encouragement I&apos;ve had in a while'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3965344563726994899</id><published>2008-11-22T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:51:29.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Am I crazy?</title><content type='html'>So, I had a drink with a good friend of mine this evening.  He helped me get a job and so I promised a drink.  Along the course of the conversation, we encountered a couple of people.  The topic came up about dating and how hard it was so I went into my rant/whine.  I don't want kids.  I just don't.  I love kids.  They are awesome.  They have such a positive attitude about everything.  I just don't see myself changing my mind any time soon.  So, I'm having trouble finding a date.  Of the 132, as of tonight, women that I have asked, all but three want kids.  One of them is a young adult in college.  One is happily married.  The third is married to her job.  1/132 is roughly 0.75%.  That is less than 1%.&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy for not wanting kids?  I've been struggling with the thought that I might never find a good girl that I can fall into.  I'm not real sure where I should be going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3965344563726994899?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3965344563726994899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3965344563726994899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3965344563726994899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3965344563726994899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-crazy.html' title='Am I crazy?'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2800457083631502000</id><published>2008-11-20T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:13:42.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king'/><title type='text'>What does it take to be a king?</title><content type='html'>Kings come in many forms - managers, fathers, coaches, presidents, directors, judges, elected officials.  What makes you ready for the position of king?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know a man, nor have I ever heard of one, who was not completely blown away when he became a father.  What would make you ready?&lt;br /&gt;To me, it seems that all the kings of this world are supposed to do is give.  They give their time on our behalf to take care of the formalities of having a society.  They make us dinner when we are having a tough week.  They negotiate on our behalf when we buy our first car.  They help us work through things when they are not the easier day-to-day stuff.  They organize events and oversee them for us.  They show us how to do things and how to grow in it all.&lt;br /&gt;In today's world, they are not always the people that they should be.  They take millions and beg for billions.  They hop around our planet in Lears and give presentations on how we can and should save the planet.&lt;br /&gt;What would prepare a man to live a life of giving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2800457083631502000?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2800457083631502000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2800457083631502000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2800457083631502000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2800457083631502000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-does-it-take-to-be-king.html' title='What does it take to be a king?'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-878075668581592458</id><published>2008-11-18T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:18:18.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><title type='text'>"What matters is what you do with what you have"</title><content type='html'>I just glanced at this quote the other day when I tore it out of my quote-a-day calendar on my desk and I wish I could find it now.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a couple many years ago.  They drove a suburban and a civic.  The licenses were CMMM on the suburban and CJSMM on the civic.  They stood for see Mike make money and see Jane spend Mike's money.  I remember that they had to be pointed out to me by our "new girl" Laurie in the office where I worked on computers.  She said that they were millionaires with investments worldwide.  I would have been about 18.  That seems so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;The time that I observed them was right after Laurie mentioned it to me.  The gal got out of her car right across the street to walk a brown paper bag and a 7up to the driver's side of a rusty old blue suburban.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the really wealthy just don't live crazy or lavish lives.  They don't "live it up."  They are sensible and caring.  They get things that last; good investments.  I remember hearing (I don't know if this is true) that Warren Buffett owned a simple Honda Civic until just a few years ago when he "splurged" on a Buick or Caddy.  How many old caddies do you see still running around?&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend that spends so much time thinking about how she can save more and more of her pathetic paychecks.  She has investments, savings, NO debt and probably spends something like 8k/year.  Most of her spending goes to living expenses and trips to see her friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom end of the spectrum, I know people who live on the interest rates.  By that I mean that if the market takes a tumble, their home is repossessed.  They live off of credit.  They live larger than life, literally.  They spend so much of their credit that to make bigger than the min would cause them to miss a payment on something else.  Going on a vacation means that they get a new credit card to finance it.  They don't know what it is like to KEEP money in a savings, because they have never had one.&lt;br /&gt;Which end of the spectrum are you at?  (This Q is just for you, not me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-878075668581592458?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/878075668581592458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=878075668581592458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/878075668581592458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/878075668581592458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-matters-is-what-you-do-with-what.html' title='&quot;What matters is what you do with what you have&quot;'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-7773986708480888364</id><published>2008-11-17T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:53:42.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><title type='text'>warms my heart</title><content type='html'>BACON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A new york steak&lt;br /&gt;a good brew in front of a fire&lt;br /&gt;the smell of the pinetrees in Vedawuoo&lt;br /&gt;quad threes when everything gets there and a check/minraise FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;more than 3 people AIPF&lt;br /&gt;the taste of chalk&lt;br /&gt;being so pumped that I can't untie my knot&lt;br /&gt;the final "Click!" of the anchors&lt;br /&gt;ruined fingertips (which mine are right now)&lt;br /&gt;a great cognac/scotch with company that appreciates it&lt;br /&gt;the breeze on my cheek on any summit&lt;br /&gt;the burn in my thighs at the bottom of a mogul run&lt;br /&gt;good people&lt;br /&gt;postludes&lt;br /&gt;shared wisdom&lt;br /&gt;respect among opposite ideas&lt;br /&gt;respect for differing approaches&lt;br /&gt;heel-hooks&lt;br /&gt;miles before me and behind me with only what I can carry on my back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-7773986708480888364?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/7773986708480888364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=7773986708480888364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7773986708480888364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7773986708480888364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/warms-my-heart.html' title='warms my heart'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-9160467977336302273</id><published>2008-11-17T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:30:05.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>hmmmm part 3</title><content type='html'>So, update on the little battle.  *sigh*  This is so huge.  I know I don't have to take it on, but I have this curse called a heart.  Right after a short convo about how we don't believe that anyone should throw free will to the wayside, Jon does exactly that.  I'm not usually about talking about politics or religion, etc.  But it seems to keep coming up in my conversations more and more.&lt;br /&gt;When God created us, he instituted this awesome little thing called "free will" and I believe in keeping that idea.  I don't think any philosophy or idea should be forced on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Then he proceeded to tell me more about how polygamy is such a great thing and how today's society just isn't built for marriage anymore.  Marriage was a "religion" thing that Mormons started to keep their religion alive because of something that was wiping out their people.  blah blah blah.  He continued shoving it down my throat and telling me that "religion" has lied to me and that marriage will only keep a woman's heart until she can take you for everything you are worth.&lt;br /&gt;That is Jon's religion/social philosophy.  I don't care if he doesn't serve a god of some sort.  I'm not looking forward to the next conversation where I tell him that we cannot talk about his religion any more.  I hope that I can say it in a way that doesn't offend him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-9160467977336302273?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/9160467977336302273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=9160467977336302273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/9160467977336302273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/9160467977336302273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmmm-part-3.html' title='hmmmm part 3'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8658452800934526872</id><published>2008-11-13T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:22:14.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>a few thoughts on the economy</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I run across some interesting, and what I consider good, articles that talk about the economy.  Here are some scraps for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/168626"&gt;Obamanomics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I agree that Alan Greenspan helped the growth of the internet, he certainly did not destroy the economy.  The topic is discussed &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/164588/output/print"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think that checks and balances are &lt;em&gt;generally&lt;/em&gt; good.  With the introduction of a balance called Fannie Mae, the economy was held from the extreme variance of a purely open free-enterprise form of business.  The downside is that the economy has paid for that security.  Again, things must be balanced.  If people are allowed to trade freely with no checks, everyone must pay attention to what is happening.  A mistake here would collapse the whole market.  The billion dollar question is how much should the markets pay for that luxury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/finance/PrinterFriendly.cfm?story_id=12597176"&gt;Things will be tough&lt;/a&gt; to sort out for our world leaders.  But there is hope for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8658452800934526872?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8658452800934526872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8658452800934526872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8658452800934526872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8658452800934526872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-thoughts-on-economy.html' title='a few thoughts on the economy'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1973923447781951294</id><published>2008-11-12T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:33:57.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rule of 20'/><title type='text'>rule of 20 and how to keep a woman</title><content type='html'>I'm finding myself more and more defining my thoughts on how to love a woman.  The past few months have been... an experience.  I'm learning so much.  Anyway, on topic!  I have re-read the post on the &lt;a href="http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/09/rule-of-20.html"&gt;rule of 20&lt;/a&gt; and I'd like to add a few thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new version of the story, the wife was awesome and handed her guy a drink and went back to continue prepping a meal for him.  She did this because she cared about him and wanted to do something special for him.  It was not required of her.  It was not her job.  She did it because she wanted to.  Whenever a lady does this for you, show some appreciation.  Things like a word of praise over her efforts or a hug and a thank you/I love you, etc.  She will react so well to it.  Most men probably have no idea how many miles they would cover doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this isn't to say that you should just pander all of your attention on her from the moment you get home.  This is about helping people get along and maybe even love each other.  Take your 20 minutes.  Let your mind relax and break for a few.  That's more than okay, it is appropriate.  When you "wake," wander in and offer to help.  I find a great reaction in this even if there is jack to do because she is basically finished.  That part is irrelevant.  The point that is relevant is to offer some help and possibly take care of a simple task.  She is more than likely to take into account that we are tired and our lack (I can't cook to save my life) of cooking ability.  She'll &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; give you something you can do that requires little to no cognitive ability.  So you don't have to worry about mixing things or measuring things or ANYTHING that requires thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never be afraid to care.  EVER.  If you keep yourself from caring or trying, you will be doomed to singledom.  You know what the worst part is?  A woman will ALSO be doomed to that same curse.  Once you've offered to buy that pretty girl a drink; once you've asked her out; once you've met her parents, make her day.  And don't do it once or twice every month.  Do it every other day or a couple of times each week.  If her heart is fed, everyone will eat well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1973923447781951294?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1973923447781951294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1973923447781951294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1973923447781951294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1973923447781951294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/rule-of-20-and-how-to-keep-woman.html' title='rule of 20 and how to keep a woman'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1897112621206899836</id><published>2008-11-11T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:40:41.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>hmmmm part 2</title><content type='html'>"True politeness consists in making everyone as easy and comfortable as one can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a short talk with Jon last night.  I prayed a lot before, during, and afterward.  I asked for wisdom several times.  As we got into our talk, I realized I needed a lot more than just wisdom.  I needed patience and courage too.  You see, Jon has seen some tough times.  I would guess that he's seen a lot more than most.  I fought hard to keep myself from thinking that my ideas were better than his.  It wasn't about what was better; it was about what was right.&lt;br /&gt;Jon has a tough time hanging back and just listening to anything.  If he feels attacked, he will launch an assault.  I felt I was on a pretty fine line as I spoke.  I wanted to focus on the problem.  He had hurt me with a couple of things he said and then he proceeded to insult me and other people as well.  I needed to bring this up to him in a way that he wouldn't feel as an attack.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I brought up to him the part where I was hurt in his calling me a chauvinist.  I don't know how well I did with the other part.  Maybe it will just take time.  I feel like I got my first point across.  I have worked very hard to understand people, specifically women, but men too.  And when he called me that, it was basically telling me that I had gone in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;I feel better about it, but I feel like I've got a long way to go.  until later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1897112621206899836?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1897112621206899836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1897112621206899836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1897112621206899836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1897112621206899836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmmm-part-2.html' title='hmmmm part 2'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3207050508634305381</id><published>2008-11-10T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:55:10.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chauvinist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>I'm looking at a quote that I'm going to change a bit.&lt;br /&gt;"A boy at home is safe, but that is not what boys are built for."  Original credit to John Shedd.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm learning to become a warrior.  My current battle exists in a relationship with a friend of mine that I've known for a couple of years now.  In the past few weeks, he has started to express his thoughts on relationships, love, and women.  He has spoken of "their place" in society.  I feel like I'm being tossed a small challenge.  I didn't realize it until last night though.  I think that it wasn't a challenge until it hit me closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I find myself in the company of degerates and low-lifes on what I feel is an all too regular basis.  Anyway, this friend of mine, I'll call him Jon, has taken an interest in moving on from his relationship.  I think his ex is not completely unjustified, but she broke his heart.  That's not an easy thing.  Well, Jon was feeling a little bit better about himself and found a girl to talk to the other night.  He was all sorts of excited to tell me about it.  And I was happy for him.  Then he started asking what I knew about this particular girl.  I've known her for a few years (4 I think) and have a decent idea of what she's about.  I feel like she's a good girl who is a bit misguided.  Anyway, she's seeing another guy I know a bit less.  He has expressed to me that women "are things.  The drink in my hand: a thing.  The keys in my pocket: a thing.  The couch and pillows on it: things.  That girl: a thing."  He told me this right after my crush at the time kind of dropped me and I was a bit down for it.  So, he's seeing 4ish different girls right now.&lt;br /&gt;When I told Jon about this, I mentioned that the guy was kind of a chauvinist.  Now, I wasn't sure at the time, but this is a direct definition of the word male chauvinist: "noun. activity indicative of belief in the superiority of men over women."&lt;br /&gt;He immediately shot back, "Oh you're a chauvinitst too!  We wrote a paper about how women should just stay in the kitchen and leave you alone when you get home from work!"  The "paper" he talked about was &lt;a href="http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/09/rule-of-20.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  That was explained to me by a woman who's wisdom I will never begin to comprehend.  I wrote the "paper" to help guys and girls get along better.  I also wrote it with the idea of showing guys that once you take your time, you need to go after your girl and pursue her.  Decompress, SURE!  But once you are "normal" again, appreciate her for taking care of you; reciprocate things to her.  That is not chauvinistic.  It is merely asking for a little space.  Then it is taking care of the girl.&lt;br /&gt;My battle is to encourage him in his quest for a girlfriend and show him a little bit about being a leader (you have to be a servant!).  And I don't know how to approach it yet.  So, if you have any words of wisdom....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3207050508634305381?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3207050508634305381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3207050508634305381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3207050508634305381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3207050508634305381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-165463930259519058</id><published>2008-11-07T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:57:59.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>for the best education</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SRSBlGmGrCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gxOcxLrX-xE/s1600-h/grandfather_with_grandson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SRSBlGmGrCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gxOcxLrX-xE/s320/grandfather_with_grandson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265976338728528930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best classroom is at the feet of an old person."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-165463930259519058?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/165463930259519058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=165463930259519058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/165463930259519058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/165463930259519058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-best-education.html' title='for the best education'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SRSBlGmGrCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gxOcxLrX-xE/s72-c/grandfather_with_grandson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5485105890711001025</id><published>2008-11-07T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:21:04.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='privatization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>Privatization of government</title><content type='html'>I have a question:  How many departments in our government would function more efficiently if they were handed over to a private firm?  What if the issue of simple border patrol was handed over to a company?  What if they were given half of our current budget to take care of illegal boats, airplanes, even customs?  How efficient would that be?  Well, if I were them, I would want to make the most money!  That is what a company does!  So, I'm going to get the job done while spending the least amount of money, so I can keep the rest and throw a nice Christmas party!  What if the government gave them an extra 5% if they did a better job than last year?  This would be something akin to a bonus!  There could be several companies going after a given section of our border!  Competition!  Better companies might even offer a lower price to do the job!  And for what?  50-55% of the current budget?  I think I could be a Presidential Budget Adviser!  I just saved 45%!  This money could go to the national debt!  WOOHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5485105890711001025?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5485105890711001025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5485105890711001025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5485105890711001025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5485105890711001025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/privatization-of-government.html' title='Privatization of government'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5515415971524540932</id><published>2008-11-07T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:46:42.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>The best thing we can do as a country (a bit long)</title><content type='html'>The United States loves to help other countries.  We've spewed billions into foreign aid to countries that are stupid poor.  Columbia, Tanzania, South Africa, etc.  We have drained our economy so much with the war in Iraq, supporting illegal immigrants' kids for life, and waste still more by funneling into the black hole some people call the "Federal Government."&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;As a libertarian, my philosophy is often skipped over for the more popular "right or left" syndrome.  The truth of the matter is, everyone has parts of both left and right in their thoughts.  So, on to point!&lt;br /&gt;Foreign policy!  There is a big world out there!  Lots of people are working and building and living in very beautiful places.  Some people live in huts, some in bars, still more live in poverty.  The poverty line in the United States is pretty high compared to other countries.  Last time I checked, it was somewhere around $12,000 a year as income.  $12k won't go very far here.  That's $1,000 per month!  However, $12k will go miles in places like China, Argentina, and any third-world country.  What you give up for that will be more costly than you might imagine though.  To give you an example, $12k in China would be something like $150,000 here.  That's a good income.  So, we have things VERY well off here.&lt;br /&gt;We keep on giving money to these countries...  as a federal government!  I have a question to any Chinese citizen:  What have western companies done for your town?  The answer might surprise you.  They bring jobs.  They bring incomes.  They bring advancements to society.  "Isn't that the government's job?"  I hear that all too often.  The answer?  NO!  It is not the government's job to give you everything you want.  The government is to encourage economic growth, not give you a job.  Companies can give you a job.  That is their job - to make money.  The government is to make that easier to do.  I'm not sure how else I can say it.&lt;br /&gt;So, leave the companies to give jobs.  What SHOULD the government do?  The government SHOULD be a good steward and stop wasting it's resources.  It SHOULD spend money on things like debt.  I can personally vouch that having debt is not a good thing.  Debt is like disease.  Many people CAN get rid of it, but it is very difficult.  Some people never recover, because they don't try.  It takes counsel (maybe from a doctor/financial adviser), elbow grease to figure things out, and plain old hard work to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;The government SHOULD focus on providing the BEST education to our citizens.  I'm not a fan of the Dept of Education.  If teachers want a union, they will organize one.  For now, re-write the purpose of the DOE to evaluate where EVERY school in north America and the world is making progress.  Not just teaching the same stuff the same way it has for 20 years.  Where are teachers finding newer and more effective ways of teaching?  What works?  What doesn't?  Do private schools educate people better than public?  If so, why not give everyone the voucher?  Encourage competition among teachers!  Encourage schools to go after the best teachers and to pay them well!  I would bet that most teachers would love a new job offer out of the blue just because they did a good job the year before.  If public schools are better, find the leaks!  Where are they spewing money?  Plug those leaks!  Reward progress!  Reward consistent efficiency!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of working on our economy and I believe that education comes first in this endeavor.  I believe that education has some of the bigger leaks in our society too, but I may save that for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;What about the little guys?  What about local businesses?  Let's take them and encourage them to focus on hiring people who are not educated!  People who have a high school diploma or less can work simple jobs!  They can make those jobs better.  Let's encourage small business owners to be teachers and mentors.  Maybe even expand their business overseas to "help" foreigners.  That can be our version of foreign aid.  They can grow to be bigger companies.  (I'm sure the owner will love the word "bigger!")  This isn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt; jobs and income from our country.  This is encouraging so much growth that the companies see foreign markets as investment opportunities.  They WANT other countries to grow too!  Just imagine what the communist Chinese government would say if a company told them that their GDP was about to balloon by $300 billion!  China would fling it's doors open to western society so fast that we wouldn't be able to expand fast enough!  What about Africa?  There are thousands, maybe millions that just want a home again.  They will work at Lowe's and Wal-Mart and appreciate the opportunity.  Companies will jump at the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so long rant!  To knock it down, I believe that if we focus on education in schools and businesses, the economy shall grow.  Then a strong economy will expand through borders into countries where marginal growth can begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5515415971524540932?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5515415971524540932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5515415971524540932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5515415971524540932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5515415971524540932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-thing-we-can-do-as-country-bit.html' title='The best thing we can do as a country (a bit long)'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6926456705875350160</id><published>2008-11-06T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:04:25.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>uhm, no?</title><content type='html'>So I read today that Colorado State University's President Larry Penley is resigning.  There are lots of yadda yaddas and blah blahs, but one of the points really gets to me.  As part of his "severance" or whatever, he is going to continue receiving his salary for an ENTIRE year!  His salary is $389,000!  As an alumni, this makes me rather livid.  I've seen some of the current college students and nobody needs to be making that for a year after they leave a post.&lt;br /&gt;'Most' people try to build up something of a savings that we call an "emergency fund."  This fund is for when we lose our job and need to pay bills.  This is not right at all.  This should be 3 months just like the rest of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6926456705875350160?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6926456705875350160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6926456705875350160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6926456705875350160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6926456705875350160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/uhm-no.html' title='uhm, no?'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8739861354039129598</id><published>2008-11-03T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:40:46.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>"Life is the Point"</title><content type='html'>I've been reading through &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Way-Wild-Heart-Masculine-Journey/dp/0785206779/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1225737528&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Way of the Wild Heart&lt;/a&gt;.  I feel so much better as I'm reading about what boyhood was is I imagined it.  I really enjoyed building forts and playing essentially cowboys and Indians.  I too received the wound that most men receive.  "You're on your own."  My dad tried, but he didn't know what it was about.  I have a couple of fond memories I'd like to share.&lt;br /&gt;I must have been about 5 or 6.  Dad and I jumped into his blue truck and drove.  After passing my grandfather's ranch over an hour away, we continued into the mountains.  The road got worse and worse until we were on something of an old road resembling a miner or scout's road.  When we descended to the bottom of the canyon, he shut the truck off.  There was a cabin there that he was checking on or something to that effect.  We walked down to the creek and he fixed a rod for me to fish with.  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, he came back from the cabin and we hiked up the canyon.  This canyon is mostly flat on the bottom, but with jagged boulders that have fallen from the narrow walls climbing to the sky.  It was so cool!  I got to climb over rocks!  And Dad was taking me up this huge canyon!  And I was probably going to do more fishing!  And I DID!  Nobody was telling me to get down and that I was going to hurt myself.  I was free to be a kid!&lt;br /&gt;Some years later, I had graduated from high school and taken up climbing.  I was about 20.  I had been going to bouldering competitions.  Bouldering is where you climb up a little way (usually 15-20 feet) and then jump down or climb down.  There are no ropes or harnesses.  It's easier to put a comp together like this.  Then your top 5 most difficult problems (particular route up the wall) are counted to your score.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was a series of these comps over the winter.  I tried to go to all 6.  I kept track of the standings on my own computer.  I climbed hard.  I wanted to be called a champion.  I had a training schedule.  I had a friend I called a coach who made me climb harder.  I just wanted to win my measly category.  I have what is called a "non-essential tremor" so I shake all of the time.  If a muscle in my body is tensed, it is shaking.  Makes it a little tougher to climb!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won a couple of comps in my division and it was looking good going into the last comp.  I was pretty sure that the one climber would not overtake me, but I wanted to turn in a good score to seal the deal.  Of the series, they took your best three comp scores and that made up your series score.  I wasn't sure who the guy was, but he was within a few thousand points.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, Dad called me and told me he had decided to drive me down and take me!  It was so cool to have him there watching me!  I pulled so hard too!  I believe I upped my score enough to make the difference between the #2 guy and I more than 10,000.  That is more than any climber in my division could overtake in one night.  The after party/awards ceremony was held at a local pub.  He was there to see me receive my clear-glass trophy.  I still have a picture of me that he took in his car after wards.  I had a special place in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;These stories touch my soul.  They help remind me that there was a man who tried to raise me in manhood.  My dad took pride in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8739861354039129598?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8739861354039129598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8739861354039129598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8739861354039129598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8739861354039129598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-point.html' title='&quot;Life is the Point&quot;'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2247035870685411227</id><published>2008-11-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:50:37.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>New Job et al</title><content type='html'>So I started my new job with Keller Williams this week.  I wasn't really looking forward to having that regular work or whatever again, but I need it.  Poker is grand, but I'm not playing the stakes I need to be making a good living...   yet.  But either way, I have a job.  I work for a real estate firm.  They are very focused on their employees.  Their bottom wrung employees are the customers.  The customers are all but irrelevant to the company.  They belong to their specific agent and they are called leads.  I've been blasting my old company so hard about their management policies.  They believe that the main focus should be on sales.  They don't care about the "peons" at all.  At KW, the peons are agents.  KW's main focus is on supporting the agents so that they can focus on taking care of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THEIR&lt;/span&gt; customers!  What a concept!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2247035870685411227?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2247035870685411227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2247035870685411227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2247035870685411227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2247035870685411227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-job-et-al.html' title='New Job et al'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3432065916578923492</id><published>2008-10-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:02:12.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motto'/><title type='text'>I am an open book sometimes</title><content type='html'>Solvo informatio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3432065916578923492?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3432065916578923492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3432065916578923492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3432065916578923492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3432065916578923492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-open-book-sometimes.html' title='I am an open book sometimes'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8814029274720345762</id><published>2008-10-27T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:31:01.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masculinity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>enlightenment</title><content type='html'>I find that the romance in my life is frustrating in recent months.  The funny thing is that I don't want kids.  Now, I love kids!  They are a blast!  But I don't have the desire for having my own.  This, translated, means that my options for dating are cut down to almost null.  My ex and I broke up for several reasons and among them was a difference of opinion here.  She wants kids.&lt;br /&gt;I find that most women want kids.  They may not all want them right now, but definitely in the future.  At first, I thought this was frustrating.  Now, I think it's funny.  I started basically a survey to find out roughly the ratio of women who want kids to those who do not.  I'd guess that I've asked a little over 100 in the past month or so.  All but 3 want kids.  Two of them are married; one to a man and the other to her job.  I hear that the third is currently in a relationship.  There is a qualifier to be considered as I see many more women than 100 in a month: they must be within my dating age range (22-31) and not obviously married.  I just keep on laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enlightenment!  I was reading a pretty good book the other day and read:&lt;br /&gt;"You see, what we have now is a world of uninitiated men.  Partial Men.  ...  The passing on of masculinity was never completed, if it was begun at all.  ...  That's why most of us are Unfinished men.  And therefore unable to truly live &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; men in whatever life throws at us.  And unable to pass on to our sons and daughters what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; need to become whole and holy men and women themselves."&lt;br /&gt;Then things started to make sense a little bit.  You see, I've always enjoyed being a teacher and/or adviser.  Now, I'm not real sure what that entails, but this is what my gut is telling me.  I wonder where it will take me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8814029274720345762?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8814029274720345762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8814029274720345762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8814029274720345762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8814029274720345762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/10/enlightenment.html' title='enlightenment'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6003534461316327988</id><published>2008-09-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:24:00.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>I have a new motto!&lt;br /&gt;Warning!  Consumption of the Chad may cause you to get religion, get naked, get raised, or get arrested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6003534461316327988?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6003534461316327988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6003534461316327988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6003534461316327988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6003534461316327988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-7315825566181182787</id><published>2008-09-11T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:35:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rule of 20</title><content type='html'>I heard a story a few years back about a newly married couple that was having a "time." The husband had just been given a pretty big promotion. So, the lady went out and bought a bunch of food and prepped a very nice dinner for her guy. She had everything ready when he got home. She was "dressed up" for him too. After walking in the door, he was greeted with a big kiss and was immediately lead to the table. He stopped before sitting down after putting 2 and 2 together (that this whole ordeal was to congratulate him on his new job). He said, "The pleasure is in the work." This flattened the lady and the night was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a quick look at what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I know my guy works so hard to provide. He's been so stressed and I know how to work out stress! Hmmmm. I bet he'd love a nice home-cooked meal too! Oh man! I have to go get some meat! And we are out of his favorite drink too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert spending 6 hours of errands, cooking, prepping (more than just the food), cleaning, oh! and chocolate! I love CHOCOLATE! here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh WOW! He's in the driveway! I can't wait to see his face! "The pleasure is in the work" Ouch, I spent all of that time.... ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: #$%#$ I hate my co-workers. I just know this new team is going to dump all of the crap on me. I'm good at it but man. I can't do another 70 hour week. I need a good drink and a couch. Maybe I'll get some tonight. I don't want to be social. I don't want to speak. effing retards. I can't believe that guy didn't get fired.... and then was reassigned to my team. The boss is going to love what I have for him tomorrow. My resignation. I'll have to find another job fast. I've got to keep up with those damn payments. That ring was such a drain. Wait, IS such a drain. She loves it though. Man. I need to find a way to buy a new house. We need out of this dump. I know it's "nice." ... This isn't nice. This is NICER than my grandfather's house, but he had to build it by hand in like 1894. *sigh* I can't do this any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to sit down and do a whole lot of nothing..... *walks in his house* *hupmth* *wife drills me and jumps on me* Man my head hurts. I wonder if I can make conversation enough to make her smile. I need to sit down, or maybe lay down. Yeah, that sounds good. A NAP! Oh, she's dragging me some.... oh. She's made dinner. @#$#@$ I can't make conversation. I need to be alone. Even five minutes would be nice. She's going to want to know how I "feel" about the day and the food and her panties and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;"The pleasure is in the work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now! Nice story huh! The lady was all about doing something nice for her guy and didn't quite get the reaction she was looking for. Now, she'll need to talk even more about her feelings when her guy does not have the energy or desire. She has driven him away. On that same token, the guy didn't realize what was happening. He didn't see that she had made a VERY time-consuming meal, nor did he notice that she was dressed up. He disregarded her feelings in the process. He was so wrapped up in his exhaustion and getting rest that he tossed his wife by the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now heard of a solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RULE of 20!!!! I know this is just one more thing to ask of a woman, but I heard it from a woman. So, hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes after your guy wakes up and gets home from work, give that to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW STORY!!!! Guy gets off of work, rolls in the door and is greeted by his wife. She says one thing and doesn't take long. "Dinner will be ready shortly." She does so while handing him his favorite drink. Then she immediately goes back to prepping. He stumbles into the living room and collapses into a comfy chair.......&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later, he wakes up and realizes that he's been watching TV. Hmmm. Something smells good. Wow! She's easy on my eyes! Damn, I'm almost out of my drink. Hmmmm.... yeah, I'm gonna just push her upper back down and bend her over that counter.... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys, it's more like 5 minutes. Personally, I think I'm closer to 30-35 minutes, but man am I excited after decompressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just to clarify. The couple in the first story were my parents.... who are now divorced now. My dad never got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-7315825566181182787?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/7315825566181182787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=7315825566181182787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7315825566181182787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7315825566181182787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/09/rule-of-20.html' title='The Rule of 20'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1815325793808295322</id><published>2008-07-22T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:01:29.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip Report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasm'/><title type='text'>Chasm TR</title><content type='html'>My wussie, erm buddy, Ken is getting ready to do some hiking in Japan in a couple of weeks.  So, we decided (not real sure where or how) to do some warm-up hikes.  This past Sunday we ran up to Chasm Lake.  It's really pretty looking up at the cirque that surrounds it.  2:00 up and 1:15 back.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't run into anything crazy.  There were a lot of kids (like 200 kids younger than 15) in the first couple of miles.  Then we ran into the occasional group of tech climbers.  I had read that the summit was still technical due to the snow melting slower than usual.  I'm optimistic that it will break in the next couple of weeks and we can make a summit bid.  But we will see.  We only had to cross a couple of snow patches and they were mild in difficulty.  I'm sure that the trail will be dry come mid-August.  I think that a summit bid will be safe at that point too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the trail was clear minus a little bit of snow as we crossed into the Chasm Meadow.  It was a good day for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1815325793808295322?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1815325793808295322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1815325793808295322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1815325793808295322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1815325793808295322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/07/chasm-tr.html' title='Chasm TR'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1909766618471365561</id><published>2008-07-21T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:39:17.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long&apos;s Peak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north face'/><title type='text'>mountain pics</title><content type='html'>I've had a few requests for some pictures of my hiking/climbing adventures recently.  So, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCpg0DmBI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Y6bgVNxiY8/s1600-h/Chasmhole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCpg0DmBI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Y6bgVNxiY8/s320/Chasmhole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225585854839494674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is of the hole in the rock at Chasm View, just below the cables route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCqHDJMvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_UbUBrWmF2w/s1600-h/highatltitudesunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCqHDJMvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_UbUBrWmF2w/s320/highatltitudesunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225585865103323890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the sunrise that same morning from Chasm View.  ~13,000ft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCqty4TCI/AAAAAAAAADY/-FyoSSroUHk/s1600-h/meChasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCqty4TCI/AAAAAAAAADY/-FyoSSroUHk/s320/meChasm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225585875504090146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo was taken by my hiking partner at the time.  It was just beginning to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCrH_LlII/AAAAAAAAADg/5xtOgaWFgk0/s1600-h/sunriseChasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCrH_LlII/AAAAAAAAADg/5xtOgaWFgk0/s320/sunriseChasm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225585882535007362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the first two pics &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/gallery/2008/jul/22/adventure.photography?picture=335878979"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; are pretty cool too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1909766618471365561?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1909766618471365561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1909766618471365561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1909766618471365561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1909766618471365561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/07/mountain-pics.html' title='mountain pics'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nn-uN6lvHqA/SIUCpg0DmBI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Y6bgVNxiY8/s72-c/Chasmhole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8684967181707255994</id><published>2008-06-27T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:47:12.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gun-contol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>funny old men, guns</title><content type='html'>I run a cafe of sorts in a health club for my "day job."  In my days, I take a lot of abuse from the old men that come and "workout" and then sit and drink coffee for an hour.  The conversations range from politics and sports to history and current events.  One of them stood up this morning and said, "Well, I suppose I should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; work out this morning!"  Steve, another regular, said, "What?!?!  I've been workin' hard for a good ten-fifteen minutes!"  The banter makes my mornings worthwhile working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've expressed my opinion for the news in this blog so I thought that DC vs Heller would be a good place to open.  For those not in the know, the District of Columbia vs Heller is the court case that went to the Supreme Court over the right to have a gun in Washington DC.  Now, there has been a ban on firearm possession there for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I read the news when I have time or just find a minute between hazings of the old men!  I also try to keep up generally on how the stock market is doing and why.  I also try to read several different "publications" as well.  The reason I do this is because it is difficult to find any "news" source that isn't skewed and is completely objective.  I have to kind of giggle at Fox News' "Fair and balanced" stories.  Then I outwardly laugh at when a liberal tears at that same thing for the reason that they support the news from CNN or MSNBC.  I'm rather blown away that so many people will only watch one of them.  I'm not a whole lot better, but I try by reading the Economist, BBC, and once in a while the Guardian as well as the American news sources.  I really have a solid disdain for the American news.  I'm sure that there are a lot of good people working for these companies.  But it's hard to believe everything they say and take it word for word.  It's like bashing President Bush.  I know a lot of people do it and that's fine.  One thing I love about this country is that we have freedom of speech.  We can rip on anyone for any reason.  There are laws against libel, etc.  However, if we disagree with someone, we are free to express that.  SO!  If you don't like Bush, cool!  But WHY do you not like Bush?  Is it because he is trying to assist a country in turmoil?  Is it because he has used the veto power only on a few rare times?  Is it because of his economic policy?  I have no problem if you don't like him.  Personally, I think there are better leaders.  But I have reasons for not liking him.  SPECIFIC reasons.  I don't bash him because of his imperfect grammar/word usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've said that.  DC vs Heller was a pretty controversial court case.  It is yet another example of the fundamental idea of the right to own a specific type of weapon as a normal citizen (as opposed to a police officer or military).  I think that this is an interesting debate and it really comes down to how comfortable you are personally with a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in small-town, Wyoming.  The state has battled with Alaska for last place on the population list for decades and is recently losing by a good margin as I understand it.  It is a land of farmers and ranchers.  There are plenty of cowboys around.  As a result, livestock theft can be a problem at times.  There are people who actually defend their cattle, etc with a shotgun!  Even today, this really does happen.  To most of the city-bound population, this seems crazy.  Imagine making $200/cow each year.  At a rate of50-200 cows a year, that isn't much when you have to support a family and farm equipment.  Now, $200/cow is on the low side I believe and 100 cows is probably only a bit below the average.   But trying to take care of two or three kids on $25k/year is anything but rare.  Try stealing $1,000 from a man who works the ground and see what happens!  If you avoid prison, you will be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to flip into the city and ask the same question....  Give a man a responsibility and say nothing to him of leadership and you will have a child with power.  This is where that phrase about power and corruption comes from.  Give a child a country and you will get a ruthless dictator.  Fill that country with children and you will have civil war.  Try to take that country back and you are France!  Back on point, I really believe that education is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've shot guns, even as a kid.  I'm certainly not afraid of them.  I suspect many city goers are.  The only time they see them are when they see law enforcement or someone who is in a gang or the mob.  That's not very encouraging to me.  I believe that given some good gun safety classes for the general public, things will not be so anti-gun/gun-control oriented in the future.  We have the 2nd Amendment for a reason.  I believe in that reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8684967181707255994?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8684967181707255994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8684967181707255994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8684967181707255994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8684967181707255994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-old-men-guns.html' title='funny old men, guns'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6451246802461015473</id><published>2008-05-08T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:17:09.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOSS'/><title type='text'>FOSS</title><content type='html'>FOSS is an awesome philosophy that I inherently disdain, but in this particular field, I'm down with it!  Free Open-Source Software is three parts.  Free is self defining and most people know what Software is too.  Open-source is a little foreign to most though.  Every program, every script, every operating system (including windows) has what is called in the developer world "source code."  It is the basic code that the programmers write each day at their jobs as they work towards whatever it is they are developing for their company.  Linux is based on this philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am a libertarian.  I'm a big believer in as much limitation of government as possible, privitization of as much of society as possible, and as much individual rights and ownership as possible.  This is something of an paradox for me.  For the reason of furthering technology in society, I applaud and support the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, but but..???" I hear that WAY too much.  "You can't do Microsoft!" is one that I hear often as well.  The truth is you can.  I ask why you would want to and that seems to get people confused.  At that point, I try to explain a little bit of this blog.  I'm not sure why, but people are so hesitant to change that they want to blindly defend Windows.  I don't mind too much if someone wants to run windows.  I really don't!  I went Microsoft free for a while with success.  I now run one windows box simply because a couple pieces of software that I consider essential were written natively in the windows environment.  The box is scaled WAY down to run a simple and secure workstation.  I run about 4 programs, one of which does NOT run off of the Linux box.  The network environment is mixed and runs perfectly fine.   But I would encourage you to&lt;br /&gt;try Ubuntu or Fedora at the very least for a month and see how you like it.  It's different, yes.  But there is a joke among Linux developers - "You're running into virus problems?  What's a Virus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the inspiration: &lt;a href="http://conversasdobruno.blogs.sapo.pt/372067.html"&gt;http://conversasdobruno.blogs.sapo.pt/372067.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6451246802461015473?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6451246802461015473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6451246802461015473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6451246802461015473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6451246802461015473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/05/foss.html' title='FOSS'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5655828037128949742</id><published>2008-04-28T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:26:09.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finance'/><title type='text'>FINANCE!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a simple and easy to understand financial post, but I've gotta get a graphic done before I post it.  (It will make things a lot easier.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5655828037128949742?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5655828037128949742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5655828037128949742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5655828037128949742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5655828037128949742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/04/finance.html' title='FINANCE!!!'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6601097968968799289</id><published>2008-04-28T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:20:55.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='approach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fundamental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Political Philosophy</title><content type='html'>I had a cool experience listening to a rant from a weird guy from Canadia the other day.  It helped me define some of my own political views.  It was funny listening to him talk, but at the same time it was refreshing to hear some rationale behind his, in some cases VERY, different views on how to deal with the system and fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me like there are a few fundamental things that each society needs from some form of government.  It is in the way that you would approach those needs and build solutions and applications for your society that really define your political views.&lt;br /&gt;From my view, the fundamentals are as follows...&lt;br /&gt;Freedoms that are decided by the citizens as they believe that they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of protection from outside invaders, e.g. pirates, dictators, other countries that think they need to own your country (UK, France, China come to mind).&lt;br /&gt;A currency that is common for the country as a whole and not 50 bazillion different currencies.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least is a way to support the economy and tax it within reason, e.g. health care, education, grants, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way that you look at implementing those things (and I probably missed something) into a culture are what make up political philosophies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6601097968968799289?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6601097968968799289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6601097968968799289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6601097968968799289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6601097968968799289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/04/political-philosophy.html' title='Political Philosophy'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8492440453522885662</id><published>2008-04-28T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:36:14.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>Once again, I've been given much.  Two of the people I respect most in this town in his own regard have given me a huge compliment.  It is really inspiring to me.  My wonderful girlfriend just concurred with them.&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of weeks to a month will be a lot of work for me.  But I can do it.  I'm planning a trip out in July.  It's on like Donkey Kong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8492440453522885662?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8492440453522885662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8492440453522885662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8492440453522885662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8492440453522885662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/04/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-2724219891823725967</id><published>2008-04-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:00:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>victory</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a big day in several ways.  I would say the highlight happened last night.  My bro came climbing with my girlfriend.  I had a private lesson to teach.  It was an intro to lead climbing.  So we went over clipping, rope management, blah blah blah.  They were fine and knew most of it already.  After I finished, Heather asked if I wanted to climb.  I was still a bit sore from Tuesday bouldering, but I wanted to do something.  I figured I'd take a lap out the roof and call it good.  The lead ropes were all out and most of them in use.  Grrr.  Whatever, I'll make a lap on my project and call that good.  Well, no more 1-fall.  Orange project [x].  Needless to say, I went home and had some IPA.  Tasted so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-2724219891823725967?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/2724219891823725967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=2724219891823725967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2724219891823725967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/2724219891823725967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/04/victory.html' title='victory'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1100196847643549665</id><published>2008-04-08T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:57:34.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attack'/><title type='text'>turmoil</title><content type='html'>4-8-08&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me like there is a lot of tough times going on around me. Friends with relationship problems are struggling.  Fears over brothers going into the military are heavy.  Of course finances are part of the heartache as well.  I feel a lot of attacks happening to those around me and to myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;I went bouldering last night.  I know I know, call Guinness right?  It was hard, but it was also a bit relieving.  All I had to do to complete a task was to figure it out.  Each problem was easy to see.  Even if I didn't take the time to fully understand everything, things were straight-forward.  I'm tired today.  I'm tired from staying up to listen to a friend rant for an hour over a brew.  I find it a bit sad when you can find solace only in a bar when people you know are there.  He could not find peace in his own place.  I love people and I really enjoy beer, but that is not my only shelter.&lt;br /&gt;One of my good friends just lost what would have been his first grandson.  That was yesterday.  Now he CAN find shelter in his house, but the attacks don't seem to be stopping.  I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot in the past couple of months.  I feel like God is making me more of a man through this.  Not only am I struggling, but my friends are being destroyed as well.  Two people know of the attack on me.  It will remain two for a while.  I don't know why, but I feel that I have more character if I don't share it.  I know there is a balance to be struck.  I can't live life doing everything on my own.  No one can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1100196847643549665?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1100196847643549665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1100196847643549665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1100196847643549665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1100196847643549665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/04/turmoil.html' title='turmoil'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-210983379296108287</id><published>2008-03-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:41:24.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOSS'/><title type='text'>My week - productive</title><content type='html'>Monday was a big day for me.  I got the file server online and one-sat my climbing project.  The file server is for the law firm.  I wanted to start working with Linux and the two solutions just fit together.  Victory #1: learning how to configure Samba!  It took me about 2 hours to learn about the details, but it works now.  It authenticates and they can write/save things to a 300+GB networked hard drive.  It didn't come back up the next morning, so I had to work with it a bit more.  But I got the bugs out and it's operational as of Wednesday.  Makes me happy.  Now, I want to get it away from my work area.  So, I'll grab a wireless card and move it into their main work area (or maybe their closet).  I networked my USB external as a backup to the server for the time being.  After I get that done, I'm gonna setup a workstation with Ubuntu on it for the paralegal to write briefs, do email, and the other easy stuff that she does so that she will start working with linux.  I really want them to trend away from Microsoft.  They have spent way too much money on software that they could have downloaded for free and had it work better than their methods now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went climbing that night!  Sean was not around so I just ran a few routes on top-rope.  My current project is harder than most of my routes in the past.  I've only climbed this hard a couple of times in my life and it's been at least 3 years.  I want it.  I've climbed one 5.12 in Denver.  I worked one here in teh fort.  And now, I have one that I can physically do.  Last week, I worked it out and figured out most of the beta.  I wanted the next goal - the "one-fall."  It signifies that you are capable of cleaning the route, given that it is doable by a human.  Victory #2: one fall on the orange 5.12.  I'll throw this in too!  Victory #3: leading the roof.  I have a pretty big mental block about leading out the roof.  It is very intimidating for me.  That's why my hardest lead (5.11+ on the roof) was such a huge deal to me.  I still remember hearing the final *snap* of the carabiner gate.  What a relief!  I collapsed off of the route with a loud shout.  I had a beer that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that Heather made me do it on Tuesday night.  I felt good overall, but I needed some pushing into it.  Sean was nice enough to belay me for it.  I'm working with Heather on lead belaying so that I can get on the roof a lot more often.  I want to climb Drop Zone this summer and I'll need some phenomenal footwork to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some links to encourage mom about the move to linux...&lt;br /&gt;Grandma can use linux too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnet.com/8301-13505_1-9889681-16.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cnet.com/8301-13505&lt;wbr&gt;_1-9889681-16.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnet.com/8301-13505_1-9867494-16.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.cnet.com/8301-13505&lt;wbr&gt;_1-9867494-16.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linux.com/feature/125799" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.linux.com/feature&lt;wbr&gt;/125799&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-210983379296108287?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/210983379296108287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=210983379296108287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/210983379296108287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/210983379296108287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-week-productive.html' title='My week - productive'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-8116981071720543469</id><published>2008-03-21T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T08:46:29.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite place in teh forts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mulliganspubfc.com/images/fireplace_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I def have spent some time around that fire.  (Mulligan's)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-8116981071720543469?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/8116981071720543469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=8116981071720543469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8116981071720543469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/8116981071720543469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-favorite-place-in-teh-forts.html' title='my favorite place in teh forts'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3159778480216956093</id><published>2008-03-21T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:42:51.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><title type='text'>I is....   WAS a pu**y</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of years, I've really just chilled in the climbing area.  As a result, I've grown soft and weak.  In the past couple of weeks, I've tried to get back into it.  I'm working my back and core again!  Yay!  Maybe in a month or two I'll get a six-pack!  Working on some disgusting route is so much fun.  I'm just happy that I can finally sell my pussy for a few more years and return to being a badass (or the "worst ass" according to Terry!).&lt;br /&gt;What's even cooler for me is that my girlfriend is flashing 5.9s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3159778480216956093?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3159778480216956093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3159778480216956093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3159778480216956093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3159778480216956093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-is-was-puy.html' title='I is....   WAS a pu**y'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-4470915522889012878</id><published>2008-03-19T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:31:06.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tibet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMNP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Going back home.....   ish.</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, my girlfriend and I went snowshoeing.  It wasn't anything real crazy, but it was good to be out in nature.  We bought a pass to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RMNP&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago and decided that we needed to get up off of the plains of Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;There is just something relieving for me to be out on the trail.  That smell....  what a wonderful smell - the pines just below tree-line.  I love that crisp, cool bite in the air as I break tree-line at dawn.  My buddy Terry keeps after me, "So when are you going up Everest?"  I always laugh, but he's inspiring me to check on vacations to Nepal and Tibet.  Too bad &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/world/asia/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10871821&amp;amp;CFID=17746539&amp;amp;CFTOKEN=6cebca1bb6cca4f0-C73365E2-B27C-BB00-01270EEBEF66467A"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; shit is going on.&lt;br /&gt;Heather is also giving me some go with her stories from when she lived in China.  Someday, I have to find a pub in southwestern China and get lit on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; while losing my ass at backgammon!  The thought of screaming over a board at a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;asian&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;european&lt;/span&gt; as this is not a new idea) who is screaming equally loud right back at me in Cantonese into the wee hours sounds like so much fun!  Then again, I've topped out at 14k and change.  Base camp at Everest is something like 20k and change.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I'll have to train for a couple of years.  I really have no desire to climb it, but going to base camp would be cool.  BC of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Parbat&lt;/span&gt; and/or Lhotse would be equally if not even cooler!  To sit below the last 8,000m peak and chill would be something tough to be topped!  Something else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; be cool - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hangin&lt;/span&gt; out at the Rongbuk monastery with some of the monks!  Wow, I should look into that in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia for the day: What was the last 8,000 metre peak climbed?  It was in 2001.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lhotse#Lhotse_Middle"&gt;Answer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-4470915522889012878?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/4470915522889012878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=4470915522889012878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4470915522889012878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4470915522889012878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-back-home-ish.html' title='Going back home.....   ish.'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-3839016698938284802</id><published>2008-03-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:42:35.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOSS'/><title type='text'>haha, too funny</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a buddy's wife a couple weeks ago about my current affairs.  She's a very established account auditor for a firm in Denver.  I mentioned that I'm doing some work with a Linux server and she scowled.  "Why would you do that?  You don't have any way of doing [Microsoft] Word documents!  You don't have compatibility with the internet!"  I laughed and told her about Wine and Samba.  I knew that Google was running on linux.  However, I did NOT know that Yahoo! and Facebook ran on Linux servers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.wsj.com/biztech/2008/03/10/microsofts-new-play-for-linux-lovers/"&gt;http://blogs.wsj.com/biztech/2008/03/10/microsofts-new-play-for-linux-lovers/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-3839016698938284802?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/3839016698938284802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=3839016698938284802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3839016698938284802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/3839016698938284802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha-too-funny.html' title='haha, too funny'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-4364547737642277504</id><published>2008-02-18T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:44:49.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PXE'/><title type='text'>testing my patience</title><content type='html'>Over the past weekish, my patience has been tested.  I like to think I'm a pretty patient guy, but I grow tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem: bought a new computer and have this habit of hating Microsoft.  I'm installing Ubuntu on it, making it a server, then installing some sort of linux on my laptop (that I use everyday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD-burner in my laptop is pretty old and decaying (2001) and the CD-ROM function in the new machine doesn't seem to want any part of it.  Blah blah blah, to no avail.  Several different brands of CD, several different versions, different types of installations, hell, my girlfriend even had her "Ubuntu guru" friend burn a CD from an ISO that she downloaded.  No love for the Chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 500gb external usb drive that I've just been reading about how to load from that, but I haven't figured out how to boot from it.  But in the midst of that, I stumbled upon a windows/network/yaddahyaddah/ftp/intel/PXE install.  That one finally worked.  However, it was focused on an old version and as I was in the middle of an upgrade, something happened.  It asked me to restart.  It wasn't required, but it still asked me.  Uhm, yeah....    WTF?!?!?!?!?!  So, alright, I can do that.  But I'm a bit surprised.  Restart...   and Ubuntu commits Harry Carry.  hmmmmm.... right.....  I do a hard reboot and the same thing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved working on computers, but this is a bit frustrating.  One thing that I've noticed, I'm not stressing nearly as much as when I was working on Windoze.  I think I've also figured out why: sleep.  When I used to do this kind of work, I would do it to all hours of the night/day/night.  Yes, I once used a computer for something like 30 hours and change!  Now, if I get tired or frustrated/pissed, I just say hey, it'll be there when I come back and I wander off to the couch for a nap.  Being rested really seems to help my patience and resilience.  It really seems to me that this world is so focused on killing that rest time that it's no wonder that we are all so stressed out, impatient, tired, cranky, inconsiderate, non-confident bags of worthlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to one of my regulars a little while ago about Europe.  She said that they are so proud of the fact that they have coffee for "you Americans."  However, there are rarely ever 'to-go' cups.  This requires a person to actually sit down and enjoy the cup of java for a little while.  "Novel idea!" my regular said.  I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if anyone can vouch for Ubuntu, Debian, or any other Linux distro, please toss me a line.  Thanks!  derchad@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-4364547737642277504?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/4364547737642277504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=4364547737642277504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4364547737642277504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/4364547737642277504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/02/testing-my-patience.html' title='testing my patience'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1180422544309772233</id><published>2008-02-15T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:44:54.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend mentioned the other day that I'm a little late with my Lent deal.  So, I've decided to hash one out before day's end.  I'm down to Mondays, dark ale, and recreational boulder problems (climbing easy stuff).  The last idea I knocked off was to be above 10,000 feet at least twice a week.  Seemed a bit too chilly this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1180422544309772233?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1180422544309772233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1180422544309772233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1180422544309772233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1180422544309772233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1364113832534729987</id><published>2008-02-07T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:00:58.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrogance'/><title type='text'>Arrogance</title><content type='html'>I was dealing with a peer who does a lot of work with coffee a couple of weeks ago.  My thoughts ran into more of a rant.  So here you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance -noun The offensive display of superiority or self-importance; overbearing pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl I was thinking about was arrogant.  More, she had arrogant negativity.  It is frustrating just being around her, because she thinks that she is THE know-all end-all of coffee.  She is really pretty new at her job (less than 6 months).  She's the one who always has the answer and will grill you on it later.  Everyone desires to stop her face with a couple of knuckles.  Yeah, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that those types of people are hard to handle is that they are not open to a method other than their own.  They see one way and anything else is a gross error.  To contrast with  arrogant positivity, people are immediately repelled to the positive people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant people who are positive are a huge encouragement to many people.  They are fun, up-beat, and generally happy people.  I like being around them and I can deal with their arrogance, because they are just basically full of shit.  The double knockout is when these people can be serious at the right times.  I like to think of Matthew McConaughey.  He's funny and something of a big-shot.  However, nobody takes him too seriously.  I think he's a decent actor, not terrible by any means.  However, he's not going to land the $100 million I am Legend roles because of it.  But he will make a great living at what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back at the definition, I think that it's cool as long as you take out being offensive and make it a big joke.  As soon as you become offensive, you drive people away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1364113832534729987?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1364113832534729987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1364113832534729987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1364113832534729987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1364113832534729987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/02/arrogance.html' title='Arrogance'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-960394158621137287</id><published>2008-01-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:33:16.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounding'/><title type='text'>hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>I've noticed a reoccurring theme that has been coming up again recently.  Women's bloody hearts affecting society.  This topic is a bit different though.  The topic is that my women friends keep hearing "out of the blue" that they will never be loved.  I'll define love as the passionate, mad romance from a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things to do in my spare time is to people watch with one other person and practice what I call profiling.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FBI_method_of_profiling"&gt;Linky&lt;/a&gt;  to example.  I do this any time I get a minute and I'm around people.  I learn a lot just from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a thought that has been building over the past week or two.  Do women feel vulnerable if they feel that they are attractive?  I was watching two of my morning regulars in their workout today.  They are both pretty thick.  I would guess that they are about 40ish pounds overweight (even from being a little on the high side).  They are just now getting back to where their weight is not unhealthy.  Both of them have been working out here for a couple of years with a trainer buddy of mine.  And BOTH of them are divorced.  It would seem to me that there is a connection.  I'm kinda stupid, so I'm going to say that there is.  That is funny to me, but it would make sense.  When d-bag David screwed my mom over, she felt completely annihilated.  How did she deal with it?  She ate food.  She needed some form of feeling good.  She needed to be loved.  Results?  She gained a solid amount of weight, most of it was fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look at the converse, if a woman is taken care of, she will want to give whatever her guy wants/needs.  As a guy looking at this, I'm only more inspired to accept and encourage the women in my life.  If I could give advice based on this new (to me) idea, it would be to accept and enjoy their presence.  If you have a significant other, just gush on them.  Think about them a lot.  Don't live your life with them at the center, but make sure that they are right next to you when you are in the middle of the adventure.  If they are taken care of, they will WANT to give you everything that you desire.  To relate back a bit, they will WANT to be your trophy wife.  They will WANT to look great for you.  It certainly won't be for society.  #$%^ society!  So, take good care of her and she will do the same for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-960394158621137287?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/960394158621137287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=960394158621137287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/960394158621137287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/960394158621137287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmm'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-7211402372331852036</id><published>2007-11-10T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:26:24.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>a quote/thought</title><content type='html'>I did a bit of editing in this quote.  great concept.  shot in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your thinking to a new level by thinking about not just your life's events, but how the other people in your life are thinking about their's, what they want to do, and what they think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how things just sort of fall away from me that don't matter.  The rent, the next move on a climb, the next hand, the next round, etc, etc.  Other people's life becomes a center focus.  Notice I said life and not lives.  I define life as the energy and growth in someone.  Meh, food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-7211402372331852036?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/7211402372331852036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=7211402372331852036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7211402372331852036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/7211402372331852036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/11/quotethought.html' title='a quote/thought'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6649983298010560426</id><published>2007-10-31T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:16:11.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short update</title><content type='html'>This past week was a good one for me.  No, I take that back.  It was grand.  I killed 4 poker games in succession.  I feel like my game is growing slowly out of a stale swamp.  Now, that swamp is still growing the green, but I didn't feel like I was moving closer to the point where I could move up (play against tougher opponents).  I've been reading posts from msnl'ers and hsnl'ers (middle/high stakes no limit players).  I feel like I'm starting to grasp a little more of what they are saying and learning to apply them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've figured out why I tilt so hard against (I'll call him DJ because he is a DJ) DJ too!  I need to work on keeping my blood sugar levels up and I'm thinking of instituting a 2.5hr rule in live games.  Maybe I'll eat/drink something (fruit/veggies; OJ/energy drink) every hour or 45 min to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6649983298010560426?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6649983298010560426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6649983298010560426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6649983298010560426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6649983298010560426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/10/short-update.html' title='short update'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-688044894249616033</id><published>2007-10-27T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:19:31.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='income'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro'/><title type='text'>turning pro, some thoughts</title><content type='html'>This is a reply to a guy who is considering turning pro.  He has a good job (60k/yr) with the salary growing SIGNIFICANTLY from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream of being a professional poker player is glamorous for actually quite few.  It is hard work and a downswing can mean that you have to sell your car (or worse).  To their credit, a few people have made that lifestyle and done very well.  With a conundrum of having a well-paying job that is secure, I give some advice.&lt;br /&gt;You said that in a couple of years, you will be earning solidly 6 digits.  I say, keep your job.  But don't stop there.  Work hard for a couple/few years (day job AND poker) and build some good, sound investments so that you have a passive income.  A passive income is money that you get without doing any active work for it.  Once you have a comfortable income that you can pay your daily bills from, retire!  Become a retiree that plays poker.&lt;br /&gt;So if you take a turn for the worse in poker and decide that it isn't for you, you still have some money to ride you through it and some good experience to get a good job back.  Then you can find what you want in life.  And srsly, being 23 and making all of those decisions now is not something that you really have to worry a lot about.  Take life in stride.  Take your lumps.  Have a good time.  Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-688044894249616033?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/688044894249616033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=688044894249616033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/688044894249616033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/688044894249616033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/10/turning-pro-some-thoughts.html' title='turning pro, some thoughts'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-1306245728372058785</id><published>2007-10-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:21:28.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obilesk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>I was browsing 2+2 this morning and a guy was &lt;a href="" cat="0&amp;amp;Number="8899107&amp;amp;page="0&amp;amp;fpart="all&amp;amp;vc="1"&gt;talking&lt;/a&gt; about living in Buenos Aires and Argentina.   A couple of cool photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post"&gt;Torres del Paine (Argentina/Chile Border)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img404.imageshack.us/my.php?image=tripswithremipuntacalafhy7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/4414/tripswithremipuntacalafhy7.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Condom_on_Obelisk%2C_Buenos_Aires.jpg"&gt;Obilesk&lt;/a&gt; in downtown BsAs.  They put a condom on it for AIDS awareness day.  :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-1306245728372058785?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/1306245728372058785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=1306245728372058785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1306245728372058785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/1306245728372058785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/10/buenos-aires.html' title='Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-535348137455507851</id><published>2007-10-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:23:19.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strategy'/><title type='text'>Poker types explained</title><content type='html'>There are lots of different styles of poker strategies.  Since everyone only plays Texas hold em, I’ll use that game to explain a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tight/aggressive (T/ag, you’re it!)&lt;br /&gt;A tight player will stick to solid starting hands that have value overall in the game.  Examples would be: ace-king, pocket pairs, jack-ten, etc.  They are extremely picky about hands that qualify for their standards to play.  They will also fold stronger hands from earlier positions, including the blinds.  Being aggressive with these hands, these people bet and raise often.  Typically, you have to call a big bet or raise from one of these types to see a flop or turn.  They will charge you lots of money for your draws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose/Passive (L/P)&lt;br /&gt;A loose player will play more hands and from more positions.  They often have favorite hands that are generally accepted as weak.  Examples would be: 75, 32, ace-9.  Being loose, they make a lot more calls and checks versus betting and raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are combos of these types too like LAGs (loose aggressive types that we call lagtards), and tight-passive types (usually these players are the weaker players at the table).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it like a graph.  The Y-axis measures your hand selection (few to many).  The X-axis measures how much you like giving me moneys (a little to a lot)!  :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-535348137455507851?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/535348137455507851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=535348137455507851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/535348137455507851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/535348137455507851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/10/poker-types-explained.html' title='Poker types explained'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-5838275918091953817</id><published>2007-10-01T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:23:57.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><title type='text'>The Horsetooth Hang</title><content type='html'>I drove a van for the Horsetooth Hang this year again and I'd like to nominate &lt;a href="http://media.www.collegian.com/media/storage/paper864/news/2007/10/01/News/Hang-Loose.video-3001847.shtml"&gt;Tim Maddocks&lt;/a&gt; for the next editor of the Collegian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-5838275918091953817?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/5838275918091953817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=5838275918091953817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5838275918091953817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/5838275918091953817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/10/horsetooth-hang.html' title='The Horsetooth Hang'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-6199675039800240696</id><published>2007-09-27T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:58:41.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collegian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom of speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McSwane'/><title type='text'>Taser THIS!  Freedom of speech</title><content type='html'>Last night, I arrived at CSU's campus to visit a friend.  As I did, the public hearing regarding the editor of the CSU Collegian was breaking for the night.  I was amazed at how many people are in direct support of this kid.  He is &lt;span id="redesign_default"&gt;J. David McSwane, an award-winning writer from Arvada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see below, the editor was very blunt.  He broke campus bylaws.  The advertisers of the Collegian have pulled $30,000 of business so far and that may not be all.  The staff of the student-run newspaper have already taken a pay cut.  McSwane is facing consequences from the Board of Student Communication, which may include some big political ideas.  Petitions for and against his firing reached into the hundreds on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that several simple things have happened and need to happen that people seem to be confused about.  First off, he exercised his freedom of speech.  This great country gives each citizen that right in our constitution.  Second, that exercising upset many of the alumni and support for the paper and the university.  This, in turn, caused money to be pulled from the paper.  I believe that the Collegian is currently being published in black and white now, because of the funding cut.  Normally, it is published in full color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that McSwane was completely irresponsible in publishing that in the paper that he did.  I realize that I am a lowly blogger, but I cannot ever see using that word in that kind of a paper.  If I EVER see a word like that in a syndicated publication, I would expect that it would take an act of the editor, the publisher and several petitions by tens of thousands of it's readers to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs to happen is McSwane should step down.  I think CSU should ask him to step down based on the fact that he has offended so many people.  The publisher should ask him to step down on the same grounds.  The publisher, given that he doesn't resign, should fire him on the grounds that they have lost so much money in advertising.  I say that because, as I understand it, the paper is financially independent from the university and therefore has the authority to hire and fire who it pleases as a business.  Whether the students see it as free speech or not is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkys:&lt;br /&gt;The "&lt;a href="http://media.www.collegian.com/media/storage/paper864/news/2007/09/21/News/Taser.This-2984348.shtml?reffeature=recentlycommentedstoriestab"&gt;editorial&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.collegian.com/"&gt;newspaper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.rockymountainnews.com/drmn/local/article/0,1299,DRMN_15_5708500,00.html"&gt;kid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.denverpost.com/ci_6972545"&gt;money&lt;/a&gt; it cost the paper/students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering &lt;a href="http://www.coloradoan.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070927/CSUZONE01/709270386/1002"&gt;no apology&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-6199675039800240696?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/6199675039800240696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=6199675039800240696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6199675039800240696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/6199675039800240696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/09/taser-this-freedom-of-speech.html' title='Taser THIS!  Freedom of speech'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-594410911909496958</id><published>2007-09-26T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T05:53:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny mental picture</title><content type='html'>Mike, one of my regulars, was chatting with me about a guy that was lost and found yesterday in Rocky Mountain National Park.  I thought, wow, I can see it now!  He calls me up and has me over.  Sitting on his couch with my photo albums splayed out in his lap, he's off in another world.  He studies intently at the photos.  In the air, he reaches up as if to hold onto the rocks.  He turns to me in the most serious tone and asks me how the hold is.  "Is it pretty good or is it more of a sloper?"  Then he disappears back into his own mind for a minute.  Then, out of nowhere, he asks, "Could you hand me my wine?" with no intention at all of even getting up to see the sunlight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-594410911909496958?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/594410911909496958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=594410911909496958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/594410911909496958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/594410911909496958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-mental-picture.html' title='funny mental picture'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-130043954129141153</id><published>2007-09-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:35:43.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiding'/><title type='text'>hiding?</title><content type='html'>Where are all of the real women and why are they hiding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was observing an older lady the other day.  She's pretty heavy.  When she comes into the gym, she always stops at the top of the stairs to catch her breath from the stairs.  Then something occurred to me.  She is hiding.  She is hiding under all of the layers of fat.  She is using her weight as a protective wall.  I had a conversation with her quite a while ago and she seemed nice.  Why would she do that?  How many women today hide behind weight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7037490507738064508-130043954129141153?l=perpetualchad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/feeds/130043954129141153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7037490507738064508&amp;postID=130043954129141153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/130043954129141153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7037490507738064508/posts/default/130043954129141153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perpetualchad.blogspot.com/2007/09/hiding.html' title='hiding?'/><author><name>Chad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10155736680995281157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7037490507738064508.post-4425803493397608513</id><published>2007-09-10T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:26:40.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>making people feel comfortable (long)</title><content type='html'>This is something of a continuation of my last post.  Here, I tried to go into more detail on my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS "heart to hearts"&lt;br /&gt;I remember a while back.  I went to a basketball game at my high school.  I was 16 at the time.  A girl I knew came up to me after the game was over and asked for a ride.  I had zero social life (I didn't go to parties), so of course I said yes.  After all of thirty seconds, she started spewing about her life and pouring out her heart.  She was all but destroyed.  So, I listened.  When the last turn to her house came, I kept driving.  I drove and listened.  After another hour of her sobbing, she stopped talking and I dropped her off.  This pivotal event was the defining moment when I realized that I wanted to understand conversations and body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sit down with anyone now, I focus on that person.  When I listen, I listen with my heart.  I try to speak objectively and only after they have finished their point.  I try to be as relaxed as I can and look as far into their eyes as I can.  I also try to have "soft" eyes.  Someone once told me that when I "fix" my gaze on them, they feel that I am only looking at them.  In response, they feel important in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the biggest things in making people feel like sharing is that they feel safe.  I could go on for a while about this, but body language has a lot to do with it.  Generally, if you are ready to give a person your full attention, I think that you should be calm and relaxed.  If a person is going to share, they are opening themselves up to you and could very well become emotional about it.  If you are calm, they will feel better about launching out.  If I'm going to open up one of my wounds, I need to know that the person (or people) are grounded and are going to be relatively sane.  Now, I'm going to define sane as a consistently slow and objective voice, calm and relaxed posture, and a presence that is at rest.  They may have drastically differing ideas than I, but I still need them in that moment to help my climb back into reality when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at a listener who I would confide in, they have a presence.  They are confident.  They are very slow in their actions.  They think a LOT.  They differentiate between emotion and fact.  They look at risk-reward analysis.  They take in as much as they can.  They ask me questions.  Their questions are slow and thoughtful.  They look at finding a solution if one is needed.  They encourage me.  I think this last one is key to bringing me back to Earth.  They make me think about things from their perspective while taking into consideration my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY LANGUAGE&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are a big part of non-verbal communication.  Most of the time, people don't like being stared at.  However, it is to everyone's benefit for you to give casual glances and friendly eye contact.  I remember writing several times on the power of eyes.  I think the fastest way to relax people with your eyes is to have the same look as when you are getting ready to laugh.  Pop your eyebrows for a second.  This is what many people do when they see something they like.  If I just raise them a little bit or briefly pop them, I've found that more people talk to me than if I just left my eyes as though I were reading something.  I just try to relax my face and have something of a grin all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body position can play a role as well.  When I see someone lean forward as I begin conversing with them, it makes me feel important.  They want to be closer to pick up more input.  I've noticed that I'll do the same if I feel like I'm not getting enough (enough being volume, pronunciation, etc).  However, some people are not confident enough to take this as a compliment and become a little gun shy in the spotlight.  If they react with a deer-in-the-headlights look, we have to adjust.  In this case, I'll usually try to reposition myself so that I am closer without having an aggressive body position.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;Does making people laugh make you more approachable?&lt;br /&gt;Does a commonly held sense of humor attract people?&lt;br /&gt;Is the converse true?  (if you are tense/apprehensive, will that rappel people?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to tell you how many times I've heard or read that a girl thinks that one of the most important features of a guy is a sense of humor.  Thousands maybe?  This is another reason for my sarcasm.  I find so many times that people are down or too serious about something.  I just don't know how they get by without making fun of the situations they come into.  I'll give you an example.  A friend of mine, I'll call her Maddie, seems pretty stressed as of late.  I was over at her house the other day and she was all up in arms about her living situation probably changing soon.  Well, she just moved into her current pad.  On top of that, she has to learn some music BY EAR for a recital in less than a week!  That would have me freaking out for sure, mainly because I don't play the flute.  I know she's a good musician, but it came down on her so far that she was whining about what she was going to wear to work the next day.  I said, "Well, I'm not as educated on women as I would like to be.  However, I'm willing to take this challenge on!  Some people wear latex, some wear plastic wrap, and some wear nothing at all!  But I'm going to suggest that you wear clothes.  I think that they might really fit well on you!  Shot in the dark!"  That was just enough to break the tension and get her to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how easily humor loosens people up.  I've learned that, generally, people don't like being tense.  It's not how we live life to the fullest.  Wow, I'm thinking back to May when I spent $50 on a ticket to go see Ron White.  Why on EARTH did I do that?!???  Why did ALL of those people do that???  The Buell Theater was crammed for that show.  All he did was stand up and talk about his life.  That sounds rather boring in and of itself, but he made fun of it in the precess.  Some of his jokes are crude, but I rather enjoyed his main joke.  I think everyone else did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's his statement.  Don't go after looks; go after someone you can enjoy life with.  This is something that I totally agree with.  Here is basically how he said that statement.  "I just got married again last summer.  She's a beautiful woman, just younger than I am.  I'm really lucky too because she is smart as hell.  Who knows why she married me, but whatever.  If there's one thing that I could pass on to the young people here tonight, it would be don't marry for looks.  That's so stupid."  He gets fairly crude here and if you'd like to hear it, ask me in person or email or something.  "You can fix anything on a person.  If she gets a belly, you can have a tummy tuck.  Liposuction will fix that butt.  Breast implants and plastic surgery continue on down the list.  But you can't fix stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply his ability to say something that believed in his life in a way that made people laugh that made him the millions that night.  I'd bet you anything that all he had to do was ask anyone in that whole place and they would have bought him a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does making people laugh make you more approachable?  I would give that a resounding YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Does a commonly held sense of humor attract people?  I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Is the converse true?  (if you are tense/apprehensive, will that rappel people?)  Again with the whole yes idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to finish up with the approach that I've been using for the past couple of years.  What I do is explain an idea and openly offer my opinion and thoughts.  Then I'll ask, "What do you think?"  Once in a while, you'll get the arrogant bastard who sincerely doesn't care about the topic.  They will say something like, "Well, that would make sense if this person had any value to them."  Other than those people, generally the people who offer their opinion will be genuine in their answers and feel validated even if you disagree on one thing or another.  This is where I learn the most.  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