<?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-6216751</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:25:59.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Real Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Russell Kelly's Rantings and Ravings on Technology, Geekdom, Music, Life, and some other stuff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Russ</name><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>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216751.post-115989192598448471</id><published>2006-10-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:12:06.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster Wheel Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=1569125216323959688&amp;amp;hl=en-GB" style="width:400px; height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Don't run too quickly....
                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-115989192598448471?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/115989192598448471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=115989192598448471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/115989192598448471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/115989192598448471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2006/10/hamster-wheel-gone-wrong.html' title='Hamster Wheel Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112947022383716741</id><published>2005-10-16T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T06:43:43.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tractor Square Dancing</title><content type='html'>So this morning, Sitting with my Beautiful Wife and we saw something that just cracked me up, &lt;a href="http://www.eclecticvideos.com/farmall.htm"&gt;Tractor Square Dancing&lt;/a&gt;. It was simply amazing to see a series of &lt;a href="http://www.deere.com/en_US/deerecom/usa_canada.html"&gt;John Deeres&lt;/a&gt;, moving in sync with each other and the music, a ballet of music and machinery. It's something that is a perfect example of americana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112947022383716741?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112947022383716741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112947022383716741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112947022383716741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112947022383716741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/10/tractor-square-dancing.html' title='Tractor Square Dancing'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112941234790091585</id><published>2005-10-15T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:39:07.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Something New</title><content type='html'>So by now if you are visiting this site you know that I am working on getting it up and running.
This morning, I've downloaded DasBlog and am working at configuring it. I plan to convert all of my blogger post to &lt;a href="http://www.dasblog.net/"&gt;dasBlog&lt;/a&gt;. We'll have to see how it goes. I think it's going to take a little time but be worth it in the end. Also I am going to work on some "templates" for dasBlog. You can check out what I have up &lt;a href="http://www.mydigitalsplendor.com/blog/"&gt;so far&lt;/a&gt;.

After I get that done, I plan on converting my photoblog over as well. I plan to use &lt;a href="http://www.onereaction.net/"&gt;OneReaction&lt;/a&gt; for that. Anyhow, this is what I am up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112941234790091585?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112941234790091585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112941234790091585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112941234790091585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112941234790091585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/10/working-on-something-new.html' title='Working on Something New'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112872688970884382</id><published>2005-10-07T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:14:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet of Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>So I am under a deadline, and I still had to stop and post this. The &lt;a href="http://www.totoneorest.com/features.html"&gt; Toliet of Tomorrow
&lt;/a&gt; Basically it is a High-Tech toilet with a ton of sensors. Infact it will sense of you are standing infront of it, and assume that you are male and raise the toliet seat for you. I know some of you women out there have husbands that are a little slack in the lifting the seat department. Maybe spending five thousand dollars on a toliet could be just the ticket to a happy marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112872688970884382?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112872688970884382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112872688970884382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112872688970884382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112872688970884382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/10/toilet-of-tomorrow.html' title='Toilet of Tomorrow'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112810105232362275</id><published>2005-09-30T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T10:24:12.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing of the Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has&amp;nbsp;come to my attention that some people are under the misconception that we do not have four seasons here in Southern California. However nothing could be further from the truth. While I do submit that we&amp;nbsp;don&amp;rsquo;t have the traditional four seasons of spring, summer, fall and winter. We do have four seasons none the less.&amp;nbsp; In fact this week is the turning of one season to the next. While I know most of you are thing it is change from summer to fall. It is actually changing from summer to fire season. Currently a good portion of the San Fernando valley is ablaze as well as it&amp;rsquo;s little brother burbank.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should explain our seasons. Unlike typical seasons, ours are not dictated by time but conditions. We have the rainy/flooding season, summer, fire season and earthquake season. Interestingly enough we can have several of the seasons going at the same time. If you have the latter two occurring at the same time, we call that shake and bake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the factors about living in LA exciting is because of the &amp;ldquo;seasons&amp;rdquo; we have, we can&amp;rsquo;t get insurance for any of them. If you live in a fire area, you can&amp;rsquo;t get fire insurance, and because a fire will surely come and burn away the vegetation you can&amp;rsquo;t get flood insurance, because in the next rainy/flood season the water and mud will take out the house the the firefighters just months ago worked so hard to save. Of course if the house survives the fires and the floods their is always the earthquakes. And so continues the Southern Californian circle of Life and Inflated Real Estate Prices.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that being said, I would take a rainy/fire/earthquake over a hurricane or tornado any day. My heart really goes out to those people in New Orleans, and Mississippi, who haven&amp;rsquo;t been able to go back to there homes, or even worst have no homes to go back too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something I&amp;rsquo;ve always found interesting about Southern California is new years day. Somehow it always works out that it is sunny and beautiful, even if it is a bit on the cool side (50 degrees or so). So when people in states that have winter are watching the rose parade on TV, it looks like the ideal place to live. An so the seasons continue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112810105232362275?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112810105232362275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112810105232362275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112810105232362275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112810105232362275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/changing-of-seasons.html' title='Changing of the Seasons'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112803387408231349</id><published>2005-09-29T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:44:34.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>My beautiful Wife sent me a photo that does a pretty good job of summarizing my day so far. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/1024/unknown.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/unknown.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112803387408231349?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112803387408231349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112803387408231349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112803387408231349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112803387408231349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-is-rainbow.html' title='Where is the Rainbow'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112801845921449827</id><published>2005-09-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:28:11.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog to Laugh and a Blog to Cry</title><content type='html'>So my brother J started a blog. I had to mention it, because he is just darn funny, and is jumping in to this "being online thing" with both feet. He's using Yahoo 360 which seems to be a very nice service. &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/profile-2YsT4aklfqg21VrWFyxxdACkJ0sqUw--"&gt;Check out&lt;/a&gt; his blog, it is sure to crack you up.
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Yesterday I blogged about the weekend, and there was quite a little bit about the "Mighty Hunter" well, My Sis posted a &lt;a href="http://pixiestitch.blogspot.com/2005/09/peasants-and-kitty-pictures-abound.html"&gt;"copious amout of pictures"&lt;/a&gt; of the old boy. I sure miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112801845921449827?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112801845921449827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112801845921449827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112801845921449827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112801845921449827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-to-laugh-and-blog-to-cry.html' title='A blog to Laugh and a Blog to Cry'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112792561213834168</id><published>2005-09-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:34:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I've posted anything. Last week I was on vacation and this week, I was overwhelmed getting back in to work mode. Not only that but my trusty Dell D800 laptop decided that I had been working it to hard and it took a vacation as well.
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So last week was my first vacation in a while. I took time off to get a break from work and to spend some time with my Cousins from West Virgina. It was a great time. So here is a Day by Day break down.
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Disneyland on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; (Talk like a pirate day). My Sister, Dad, Mom and Cousin dressed up like pirates of all things. I in my weak attempt to join in the realvery wore my pirates of the Caribbean shirt. Brother J went and looked slick as always. However I did have my camera slung over my neck for that authentic tourist look. We had good time. First ride we hit was the newly redone Space Mountian. It is fast and smooth and has amazing visuals. Being that I had been on the ride before, I knew where the camera was, so without letting anyone know, I snuck my sunglasses back on and smiled big for the camera. Everyone else had either a surprised look, a loving the speed look or a white knuckle look, and there I am with  my glasses and a big smile. I'll have to post the picture later. We hopped between Disneyland and California Adventure all day. Funny enough we saved Pirates for the last ride of the day. As we got out of the ride, that is when all of the thunder and lightning started. It was actually quite beautiful. Better then the fireworks if you ask me.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, was the "doctors" appointment. Which I found out that sometimes the boys will get an infection from time to time. Of course I didn't know this because most men will talk about sports and women's anatomy with fervor, yet little things like health issues always seem to fall to the way side. After that it was over to my brothers to play video games with him and my cousins. There is nothing like four controllers and artificial engine sounds, and screeching tires to bring you closer to your family.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; was a little rough. Poor Rufus...well he had pneumonia, and couldn't hardly breath on his own anymore, so we had to put him down. The poor cat survived countless fights with other cats, losing an eye, losing his vision in that eye, and in the end it was pneumonia, that got him. I miss that old Cat. We had him since 1987. He was with me when we heard grunge rock for the first time. I do have to say he called it right, when he said that it was a fad. Dad came home early from work and when with me, which I appreciated. That was really hard to do, and I wore my sunglasses the whole time, so they wouldn't see me tearing up. But I think they did anyhow. Sis has a post with a picture of the &lt;a href="http://pixiestitch.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-loving-memory.html"&gt;old man&lt;/a&gt;.
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After he lost his eye, we all started calling him the old man. Before that he was know as the mighty hunter. He was an outdoor cat for most of his life, so he really was a mighty hunter. The amount of birds he caught was astounding. Once he sat on the fence between our yard and the neighbors that was covered in Ivy and just sat and waited, then as a piegon flew by he jumped up and took the bird our of the air.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, well we went to the beach. We went to Will Rogers state beach so that we could pay too much for parking. It was nice, My cousins fed the seagulls bread and they ate it all. Again, I had the camera around my neck for the perfect tourist outfit. We had lunch at some place on the pier. Then the  traditional two hours drove home in L.A. traffic.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, well, I finally had to do chores. Change the oil in the car. You know the kind of stuff you have to do. However friday night, we watched Winged Migration. This is a stunning film, I highly recommend renting it.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; was the big BBQ. I think we went though a whole cow. Can't remember much else because of the food coma.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, While doing some yard work got stung by a wasp, and had my arm swell up. So I road the antihistimine roller coaster of sleep and drowsiness for the rest of the day. I'm planning on using this later to get out of more yard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112792561213834168?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112792561213834168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112792561213834168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112792561213834168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112792561213834168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-week.html' title='Last Week'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112735535922658790</id><published>2005-09-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:52:34.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday at the Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, my vacation officially started Friday night. Which also happened to be the same day that my Cousins came into town. So Friday night we got together for a little bit just to say hi. You see I took my vacation to correspond with theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the races. The Saturday night races at LACR is a great thing to see. You get see the future motorcross starts as well as some of the veterans ride. My favorite part was watching the kids race. These little kids not only have skills but heart. One of my favorite announcements was when the announcer was reading off the name of the rider and their sponsor (Yes, these 8 year olds are sponsored). The one that got my attention was &amp;lsquo;Little Timmy&amp;rsquo; being sponsored by &amp;ldquo;Grandma&amp;rdquo;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was nice to see motorcross being such a family sport. The races started with the youngest and then went to the veteran and then to amateur classes. So the kids would race first, which meant the Dads and Moms would be in the stands cheering for the kids. Then after the kids would race, and then the kids would storm the stands still all decked out in their race gear and would cheer for Mom or Dad as they raced. It was really kind of heartwarming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112735535922658790?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112735535922658790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112735535922658790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112735535922658790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112735535922658790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/saturday-at-races.html' title='Saturday at the Races'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112735531247554835</id><published>2005-09-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:54:39.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys are back in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two of my three Cousins from West Virgina are in town this week and I am so excited to see them. I haven&amp;rsquo;t seen C since I was 17, so it&amp;rsquo;s been a while, and J it&amp;rsquo;s been at least three or four years. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry that D couldn&amp;rsquo;t make it out, I would of loved to see him too. It amazes me how it works with my Cousins, we can go years without seeing each other, and we just start up where we left off, like we just saw each other last week.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;ve taken the week off so that I can make sure to make the most of their visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, I finally got the results of my manogram. Good news is it isn&amp;rsquo;t the big C, the bad news is, they don&amp;rsquo;t know what is going on. So next week, I&amp;rsquo;ll go back to the doctor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112735531247554835?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112735531247554835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112735531247554835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112735531247554835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112735531247554835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/boys-are-back-in-town.html' title='The Boys are back in town'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112662803779030922</id><published>2005-09-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:18:49.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capt'n Cranky</title><content type='html'>It kind of a been stressful weekend. Thursday morning I was having some "Male problems" (I'm not talking about commitment issues either), one of the boys was acting up. So it was worrisome enough to make me go to the doctor. That was a little tough, the doctor poked and prodded and grabbed me in such ways that we are now considered married in 12 states. (no dinner or anything, men are so grabby). After that little ordeal, he orders a ultrasound, or as a friend likes to call it a manogram. Of course they couldn't fit me in until Monday. So the good doctor gives me something for my nerves, because I would have been freaking out all weekend otherwise.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Since The Little Boy’s Disneyland annual pass was going to expire on Monday we took him on Sunday. I don't think I've ever been on so few rides. Turns out, that when you are on "something for your nerves" and hurt, it's a small world is a pretty damn good ride. We also descovered a new character at Disneyland, “Capt’n Cranky”. We’ve even got photographic proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


Yesterday was the manogram. I think the most interesting thing about all of it is the little rooms they make you wait in. Three of them to be exact. You just wait, they call your name and then you go to another room to wait to be called. Finally Andrew came for me. Andrew was about 6 foot tall, dark hair, and eyes, and sounded as if he was from eastern European descent. Andrew asked that I step behind the current and remove my clothes from the waist down. I involuntarily shouted out where my grandma hides her money. He asked me what I said, and I replied "nothing". Then he had me put the gown on, and lie on my back on table. I complied. Then he dimmed the lights and turned on some smooth jazz. I have to admit this bothered me a bit, but it is only a test I tell myself don't get up and run down the hall, (the gown that was opened in the back was one of the deciding factors.) After twenty minutes of the procedure which felt like two hours, Andrew said I was done, and that my doctor would get the report in two business days. He wished me good luck. Which I took to mean, there wasn't going to be that awkward moment when he asks for my phone number, and I’d have to explain that I am already married to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

So I am back at work today, trying not to think about the test results. And hoping the doctor will call me in a couple of days and just say it's some sort of infection caused from sitting on my butt too much and not the dreaded "C" word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112662803779030922?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112662803779030922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112662803779030922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112662803779030922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112662803779030922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/captn-cranky.html' title='Capt&apos;n Cranky'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112662723318048689</id><published>2005-09-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:00:33.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Asleep to documentaries.</title><content type='html'>It&amp;rsquo;s cheating I know, but a couple of years ago I learned that when the Boy is having trouble falling asleep, nothing works as good as a documentary. Tonight&amp;nbsp;he was very tired, but too tired to fall right to sleep. 20 minutes of a documentary about red tailed hawks living in New York City and he was out. Truth&amp;nbsp;be told he didn&amp;rsquo;t stand a chance. I wish I could say the same for me. I have to go and have a test done tomorrow that I am really not looking forward too. This is one test that I am hoping will go well. And by go well I mean they don&amp;rsquo;t find anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112662723318048689?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112662723318048689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112662723318048689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112662723318048689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112662723318048689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/falling-asleep-to-documentaries.html' title='Falling Asleep to documentaries.'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112613400592676095</id><published>2005-09-07T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:01:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darnest things.</title><content type='html'>Kids say the darnest things, an old but very true saying. My Beautiful wife experienced that today. After The Little Boys second day of Kiderngarten (how come that is so much harder to spell then first grade) she took him to McDonald's for lunch. Anyhow apparently they have some special marketing going on with Disney about the Disneyland 50th anniversary, so kids are getting Disneyland toys in there happy meals. Well, the Little Boy got &amp;ldquo;Tinkerbell&amp;rdquo;. He was so excited he ripped the package open, and figure it all out, put her together and put her stand together, set her on it. Then he thought a moment, picked her up by the feet and shook her. Then with a very disappointed little voice said, &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s broke, there&amp;rsquo;s no pixie dust&amp;rdquo;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told this story to one of my buddies here at work and he told me of a couple of great little things his daughter had said. The first one, she was playing with a plastic &amp;ldquo;magic wand&amp;rdquo; and noticed that it was working like it does in the movies, she then said &amp;ldquo;Mama, the magic isn&amp;rsquo;t working, it must need new batteries.&amp;rdquo; The second one was his wife had just bought six live crabs for a dinner they were having. With all of the crabs in the sink, his little girl watched them all and noticed that one wasn&amp;rsquo;t moving any more. She looked up at her Mom and said in a matter of fact tone. &amp;ldquo;That ones batteries ran out&amp;rdquo;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112613400592676095?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112613400592676095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112613400592676095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112613400592676095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112613400592676095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/09/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids say the darnest things.'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112544079338508407</id><published>2005-08-30T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:38:33.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeater On the Loose</title><content type='html'>So I was glad to hear that Cousin Jewels started blogging a couple of months back. She's got a lot of fun posts on her blog. &lt;a href="http://skeater1.blogspot.com"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt; I've also added her to my blogroll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112544079338508407?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112544079338508407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112544079338508407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112544079338508407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112544079338508407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/skeater-on-loose.html' title='Skeater On the Loose'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112502059423420517</id><published>2005-08-25T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:43:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AJAX means we are using Javascript more now than ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Google has made my life a little&amp;nbsp;more difficult, but&amp;nbsp;in a good way. Now that google has their Gmail and Google Suggest sites up and people are using them and loving them. They&amp;rsquo;ve become the new standard/model for user interfaces on the web. Till these interfaces things like web mail haven&amp;rsquo;t advanced very far since 1999&amp;ndash;2000 as far as the user interface goes. However with Google proving that application that use AJAX are a very viable method of enhancing a web interface without the use of plug-ins like Flash or Shockwave. The browser support for these applications are wide reaching as is the kind of applications that they can use it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;For example, we have an employee directory application at work. It&amp;rsquo;s built the way that you would expect. ASP.NET&amp;nbsp; for our presentation layer, SQL Database&amp;nbsp;for the data layer&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp; a business logic middle tier&amp;nbsp;that acts as a&amp;nbsp;transaction broker between the presentation layer and the data layer. Well being a database driven application, you have to have&amp;nbsp;input data, right. So we have a page for inputting employee data. So of these fields are information about the employee. There are of course some fields that while not, duplicates are related to each other. For example, as with most places email addresses and network logins are derived from the users first name and last name. So using some logic on the server side, and the AJAX.NET component,&amp;nbsp;I fill the earlier fields from the later ones.&amp;nbsp;Now we&amp;rsquo;ve saved people steps, and saved steps are saved mistakes. However you have to know how javascript works to connect these things together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve had a love hate relationship with javascript, some of the things I don&amp;rsquo;t like about javascript, just isn&amp;rsquo;t it&amp;rsquo;s fault and goes back to my netscape 4.7 days. The fact that the DOM (Document Object Model) is just a little different for each browser is sometimes very hard to deal with. It&amp;nbsp;requires hours of testing on different browsers and different operation systems. Another thing I have a really tough time is with debugging. I wish there was a tool that acted like Visual Studio and would at least give me a hint that something is awry in the code before I try to use it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Javascript is a good tool though and something that we are going to use more and more. In web development there use to be more of a line between the front-end logic and the back-end logic. They were written in different languages and didn&amp;rsquo;t communicate. Well AJAX and the demand for more dynamic user interfaces will demand, that they do communicate, they may not have to be written in the same language, but they&amp;nbsp;are going to have to work together. Which brings me to my next point, I&amp;rsquo;ve gotten use to writing applications in reusable classes. Javascript doesn&amp;rsquo;t really work that way, you can create structures that mimic a class, but not very closely. This is going to need to improve, especially if you are going to have more logic in the front-end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The brings us to another point, now that the logic is in both the middle tier and the front-end the three-tier architecture gets a little muddy. The dividing lines are harder to see, and for a time like mine, there is more overlap that can be hard to communicate. If I ask my back-end guy to write javascript, he&amp;rsquo;ll think, that is the front-end guy&amp;rsquo;s job, if I ask the front-end guy to write a function in C# to handle some front-end process, he will look at me and say C#, that is the back-end guy&amp;rsquo;s job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Security is another aspect that has to be considered. There are some real risks having&amp;nbsp;logic in the front-end. Especially with search engines scouring every web page&amp;nbsp;on the&amp;nbsp;Internet. If your a financial institution you have to worry about phish, in fact you have to assume you will be phished. So with those things in mind, having a calculation that is important to your business in a&amp;nbsp;.js file for anyone to find in a browser is like&amp;nbsp;hiding the house keys in the mailbox. Sure it&amp;rsquo;s out of sight&amp;nbsp;but most people can guess where they are. So anything really and truly important like that needs to be done on the back-end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is where AJAX over just javascript definely has an advantage. However it still must be smart enough to be session/context sensitive.&amp;nbsp;AJAX.NET does a good job of this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In short, I think that AJAX applications are only going to grow in popularity and complexity. Popularity because it provides a user experience closer to a native application.&amp;nbsp;Complexity because the developer is going to be knowing where and where not to use these methods.&amp;nbsp; With a little forethought by application developer and architects web applications can be dynamic, easy to use and secure, but only if we user AJAX, where it makes sense, not just to use it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112502059423420517?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112502059423420517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112502059423420517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112502059423420517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112502059423420517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/ajax-means-we-are-using-javascript.html' title='AJAX means we are using Javascript more now than ever'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112460067914888668</id><published>2005-08-20T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:32:50.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The correct Way to Backup a Truck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I grew up driving trucks. Being that my family is in construction, and trucks and construction go to hand and hand it make sense that I learned to drive, trucks. In fact the first six months I had my license I would drive a D-50 dodge flatbed through downtown LA every day to pickup one of the guys we worked with and then would drive to Santa Monica. Also being in construction, you are always backing up to drop off or pick up materials. As if that wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough, my first driving lesson my Dad ever gave me was backing up. He said, if you can back a car up, the rest is easy. So needless to say, I thought I knew how to back a vehicle up till last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are doing some concrete work in the back yard and need to go pick up some more concrete. Of course I can&amp;rsquo;t put 20 bags of 90lb concrete in the back of the camry, so I borrow brother K&amp;rsquo;s truck, which use to be &lt;a href="http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/09/papas-big-truck.html"&gt;Papa&amp;rsquo;s Truck&lt;/a&gt;. So we are at the big orange home store, buying concrete. And as you may know, I can&amp;rsquo;t borrow a truck without the Little Boy going with me. What can I say the Boy Loves trucks. Anyhow, so I have to back up to get the concrete in the back of the truck. I had to back up around a corner and miss shopping carts, building materials and other vehicles. So I start to back up, and the Little Boy jumps in the back&amp;nbsp;seat of the truck, (its a club cab) and presses his nose right against the glass, and starts saying, &amp;ldquo;Okay, go left a little bit, right a little bit, stop, go forward Al right you got it, good job, keep going, keep going, you did it!&amp;rdquo;It was so darn cute. So next time I back up a truck, I&amp;rsquo;ll need the assistance of our back seat drivin&amp;rsquo; Little Boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112460067914888668?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112460067914888668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112460067914888668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112460067914888668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112460067914888668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/correct-way-to-backup-truck.html' title='The correct Way to Backup a Truck.'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112422320561314053</id><published>2005-08-16T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:02:54.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sis' trip to Indy</title><content type='html'>Well, Sis is off to Indy for &lt;a href="http://www.gencon.com"&gt;Gencon&lt;/a&gt;. It's one of the biggest gaming conventions there is. These people like to dress up for the occasion, which is where she fits in. &lt;a href="http://www.pixiestitch.com"&gt;My Sister&lt;/a&gt; makes some of the most beautiful costumes you've ever seen.
She is flying over there for the conventions and being the nervous geek I am I had to track her flight. Of course I didn't want to have to hit refresh each time to see how her flight was going so I wrote something to do that for me.
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&lt;iframe src="http://oldsite.lockheedfcu.com/test/joysflight.htm" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112422320561314053?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112422320561314053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112422320561314053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112422320561314053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112422320561314053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/sis-trip-to-indy.html' title='Sis&apos; trip to Indy'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112413272020630028</id><published>2005-08-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:06:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Changes in the Line Up</title><content type='html'>Okay, well as you can see the blog is looking a little different. I had to revert back to a standard template, because my friends web server that was hosting the images and the style sheets went down for a little bit. So I am using a "standard" template which I have changed to have most of the features I had on the previous version. So I guess this is version 1.52.
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Also this morning I added a new link to the link section call "&lt;a href="http://www.gvisit.com/map.php?sid=97fe5ae6590b48586c88be6d45168422" target="_new"&gt;Where are you from?&lt;/a&gt;". This is a pretty cool service that tells you where people that visit this blog are coming from. You'll see the first one is from Burbank, CA, which is where I work. It uses google maps API and some geo-coding information form the ISPs to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112413272020630028?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112413272020630028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112413272020630028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112413272020630028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112413272020630028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/few-changes-in-line-up.html' title='A Few Changes in the Line Up'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112412556091643493</id><published>2005-08-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:06:00.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hybrid Supercar Build My Highschoolers</title><content type='html'>This story is definitely refreshing. Instead of youth gone wild, we have youth gone engineering. So innercity high schools students team up with some engineering students and the results are stunning. The results are a Hybrid Supercar can do 0-60 in the low 4-seconds and can get 50mpg. The car is call "The Attack" and looks just as good as it performs.

This is a solution better than the big three could come up with. The fueled engine it uses, runs on biodesiel. How brilliant is that!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.autoblog.com/entry/1234000263054348/"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://digg.com/technology/Hybrid_Supercar"&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112412556091643493?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112412556091643493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112412556091643493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112412556091643493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112412556091643493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/hybrid-supercar-build-my-highschoolers.html' title='Hybrid Supercar Build My Highschoolers'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112372744163374391</id><published>2005-08-10T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:30:41.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shredding ukulele</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You have to see &lt;a href="http://www.jakeshimabukuro.com/english/top.html"&gt;Jake Shimabukuro&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;play to believe your ears. This artist can play things on a ukulele that most guitarist would like to be able to play with 6 strings, and Jake is playing it on 4. You have to see Jake play &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="http://www.ukuleledisco.com/jake"&gt;While My Guitar Gently Weeps&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112372744163374391?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112372744163374391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112372744163374391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112372744163374391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112372744163374391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/shredding-ukulele.html' title='Shredding ukulele'/><author><name>Russ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216751.post-112364658022025394</id><published>2005-08-09T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:51:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging Dig</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As you know I work in the technology . It&amp;rsquo;s imperative that I keep up with the latest news on the technology front. If there is a new web browser, I download it and start testing our web site and home banking. Enter &lt;a href="http://www.digg.com/"&gt;digg.com&lt;/a&gt;, digg is a social&amp;nbsp; bookmarking and rating site that is center around technology. One of the nice things about the site is that you can see all of the links/articles you &amp;ldquo;dugg&amp;rdquo; as well as being able to see the what your friends are &amp;ldquo;digging&amp;rdquo; too. I really like it, check it out.You want to see want to see what I dugg? My username is &amp;ldquo;o2bjang&amp;rdquo; Just add me to your friends list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112364658022025394?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112364658022025394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112364658022025394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112364658022025394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112364658022025394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/digging-dig.html' title='Digging Dig'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112353794583509361</id><published>2005-08-08T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:58:25.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've finally found a way to mow the lawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As you may or may not know, I am very allergic to grass, specifically cut grass. Because of this I am denied the basic male excuse for going to home depot, which is, I need to get something to finish mowing the lawn. General my Beautiful Wife mows the lawn. I try to help get everything ready for her, and then flee the area. There are times with I do get to mow the lawn, however it looks like I&amp;rsquo;m about to perform surgery with a darth vader mask on. (Which by the way I still think is over at my Folk&amp;rsquo;s house). I have latex surgical gloves on, and a respirator that makes my breathing sound like darth vader, and is amazingly warm to wear.&amp;nbsp; Not the most ideal lawn mowing apparel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is where the &lt;a href="http://www.evatech.net/RCLM2006S.html"&gt;RCLM2006S&lt;/a&gt; comes in. A completely remote control lawn mower. I bet if I put a wireless camera on it I could mow the lawn from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evatech.net/index.html"&gt;&lt;img height="295" alt="" src="http://www.evatech.net/pictures/RCLM2004Eab.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112353794583509361?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112353794583509361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112353794583509361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112353794583509361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112353794583509361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-finally-found-way-to-mow-lawn.html' title='I&apos;ve finally found a way to mow the lawn'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112347587243788867</id><published>2005-08-07T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:37:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word About Phishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Phishing is a reel pain. (pun intended)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So the phishing I am referring to in the Internet scam kind. I know that my family reads my blog, so this is for you guys. I don&amp;rsquo;t want you getting ripped off by the evil people out there on the Internet. In 2004, 970,000 people were victims of phishing scams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lets talk about what a phishing attack is, and how it starts. Its starts simple enough, you get an email that says it is from your bank or credit union. It usually says something to the effect that they&amp;rsquo;ve either done some system maintenance or had a system upgrade&amp;nbsp;and need you to log in to the home banking site to verify either your information or your account.&amp;nbsp;Of course for your convenience they&amp;rsquo;ve added the link to home banking in the email for&amp;nbsp;you, so all you have&amp;nbsp;to do is click the link to login.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the Evils Phishing Bad Guys or EPBGs for short are very crafty. They will completely copy the look and feel of the website they are trying to imitate. Oh and don&amp;rsquo;t think because your bank or credit union is small that the EPBGs won&amp;rsquo;t try to phish it. It&amp;rsquo;s become a matter of when not if for all banks and credit unions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So how do you tell the real email from the fake ones? Here is where the details matter. For the most part the EPBGs are launching these attacks from overseas, mostly Eastern Europe and Asia, so improper grammar and spelling are give aways that the email is probably a fake. Take it from me, our marketing people go through at least 5 revisions before an email is sent out.&amp;nbsp; Another thing to look at is the link in the email, does it look like the right address or is something a little off? If it doesn&amp;rsquo;t look right, it probably isn&amp;rsquo;t right. Third call the FI (Financial Institution) that send the email, don&amp;rsquo;t be afraid to ask them, &amp;ldquo;Hey did you send me this?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; If they don&amp;rsquo;t know about it, then they didn&amp;rsquo;t send it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay now you&amp;rsquo;ve figured out that the email you got was a phishing scam, don&amp;rsquo;t delete it just yet, report the email to the company that the email claims to be from. They need to know as soon as possible, to protect themselves and their customers, as well as get the scam site shut down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not trying to scare you guys, I just want to keep you informed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112347587243788867?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112347587243788867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112347587243788867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112347587243788867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112347587243788867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/word-about-phishing.html' title='A Word About Phishing'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112321736980224439</id><published>2005-08-04T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:49:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot.com Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello my name is Russ and I am a Dot.com survivor. I worked for four dot.com. Only one of them is still around.&amp;nbsp;The last dot.com I worked for I&amp;nbsp;survived five rounds of layoffs. By the&amp;nbsp;time it was my turn&amp;nbsp;to get laid off I was even relieved. I even asked my boss if he was okay, because he was more broken up about it then I was.That was in May of 2001.&amp;rdquo; I heard this monologue in my head as I was reading the article &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/13.08/intro.html"&gt;10 Years That Changed the World&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo; in this months issue of wired.&amp;nbsp;I imagined that I was in a room full of ex-dot.comers as we take turns telling our dot.com survivor stories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I continue to read the article, which has a chronological order to it, I read from year to year and I think about where I was working in each of those years. It was the dot.com years so of course you never worked at the same place for more than a year.&amp;nbsp; A fact that almost played against me when I first interviewed at my current job almost four years ago now. &amp;nbsp;Of course I used monster.com to find these jobs. Monster being the first dot.com to spend all of their advertising budget on a super bowl add which worked for them. The very next year their were 17 dot.coms doing the same thing, it didn&amp;rsquo;t work as well for them. Can you remember any of them?&amp;nbsp;Me&amp;nbsp;Neither.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/13.08/1999.html"&gt;1999&lt;/a&gt; I worked at two dot.coms, the first one moved up north to the silicon valley a month after I started, they moved, I didn&amp;rsquo;t. The second was a dot.com that had a personalized license plate for a URL.&amp;nbsp; It was a contract job of course, and we all started with brand new G3 macintosh machines, and 21 inch CRT monitors. We were spoiled right from the get go.&amp;nbsp;When they redesigned&amp;nbsp;the new office space to have a fountain soda machine in the kitchen I should of&amp;nbsp;known things were in trouble. Through giving computer geeks an endless supply of caffeine is a good way to get tons of work out of them, and they did.&amp;nbsp;The deal breaker for&amp;nbsp;me was, we had a huge project to do for the &amp;ldquo;Folks in New York&amp;rdquo;, so I worked from&amp;nbsp;5am and work till 9 pm for a couple months. The Execs saw what they wanted to see and our pleased boss took us out lunch to celebrate. Then he proceeded to congratulate his&amp;nbsp;very attractive secretary whom hand only been there a week for the success. Two weeks later I was working somewhere else. What can I say, all I had to do was post my resume on monster.com and my voicemail would fill up with offers from hunger recruiters (head hunters) who didn&amp;rsquo;t know what HTML was but they knew they could get a finders fee for bring in someone that did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/13.08/2000.html"&gt;2000&lt;/a&gt;, another year, two more dot.coms. The first was little startup that had great ideas, and offered me more money than the previous job. So of course that sounded great. However it ended on a Friday three months after&amp;nbsp;I started&amp;nbsp;when the &amp;ldquo;Big Boss&amp;rdquo; called us in the the conference room and gave a great speech about being a team and reorganizing for the betterment of the company (his wallet) , after that I was called into my bosses office, and laid off. &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t call us, we&amp;rsquo;ll call you&amp;rdquo;. A month later I finally got my last paycheck from them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second dot.com was one that you may have actually heard of , but I&amp;rsquo;m not going to tell you. This one had music though, and it was a blast, a lot of fun and a lot of work. I&amp;rsquo;d work till 4am sometimes, in a well designed working space blasting my music as loud as I wanted sitting in my Herman miller chair,&amp;nbsp;and drinking all the free soda/caffeine that was offered. I got to meet quite a few famous people, and didn&amp;rsquo;t even have to leave the office. This place was the epitome of the rock and roll internet company. Honestly, if&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;told&amp;nbsp;you that I accidently bumped in to a rock star in the hall, I really did. &amp;nbsp;I was working here when the dot.com bubble burst. I saw the large offce space shrink. We moved from working in to stories of a completely overpriced building on the Miracle Mile, to everyone fitting on just one floor again. I saw my friends and co-workers get laid off, and waited for my turn. My turn came May in &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/13.08/2001.html"&gt;2001&lt;/a&gt;. I called my Beautiful wife, told her the news and bought her some flowers on the way home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that is it, those are my dot.com days. I worked in some of the nicest buildings, with the nicest office furniture money could buy. Others had the refigerator in the server room, and would open the frig door every once in a while if the servers got to hot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I may not work for a dot.com any more, but I am still in web development, Sr. Web Developer in fact. I heard that most the dot.comers became Real Estate Agents. That makes sense, they just traded one comdity for another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112321736980224439?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112321736980224439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112321736980224439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112321736980224439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112321736980224439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/08/dotcom-survivor.html' title='Dot.com Survivor'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112110054192629152</id><published>2005-07-11T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:49:01.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new design for the photoblog</title><content type='html'>Well, I've changed the design for the &lt;a href="http://o2photo.blogspot.com/"&gt;photoblog&lt;/a&gt; again. I like this one better. The "harbor" theme just didn't go, but I really like the simplicity and playfulness of this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112110054192629152?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112110054192629152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112110054192629152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112110054192629152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112110054192629152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-design-for-photoblog.html' title='new design for the photoblog'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-112083764829770587</id><published>2005-07-08T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:47:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day after London</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On the train this morning it's very quiet, with fewer people riding than usual. You'll hear one or two people talking about the&amp;nbsp;"Attack on&amp;nbsp;London" which of course leads to discussions about 9/11, but for the&amp;nbsp;most part people are sitting quietly.&amp;nbsp;The hum of the air conditioning, track noise&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;engine is interupted by the conductor, who beside making the normal station announcements, is also&amp;nbsp;making a new one every ten minutes or so. "Please keep all personal&amp;nbsp;belongings with you at all times. If you see anything that looks suspious please inform the conductor or&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;sheriffs officer immediately."&amp;nbsp; This announcement was put in to circulation after the&amp;nbsp;Madrid attack in march, but had seemingly fallen out of popularity and use.&amp;nbsp;After the announcement is made, people are gathering their things closer to them. I carry a laptop bag and a backpack every day I have them right next to me, as to make sure there is no doubt that their mine. I kind of expect to get&amp;nbsp;stopped and checked just because of their size, and I'll be happy to do so when asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's visible that security is higher. Instead of the normal metrolink marshalls checking for tickets, there are sheriffs offices doing sweeps of the cars after every stop. It's evident that they aren't worried about&amp;nbsp;train ticket infractions. If&amp;nbsp;you punched your ten trip or not seems kind of trivial&amp;nbsp;today.&amp;nbsp;At&amp;nbsp;Union&amp;nbsp;Station the security is&amp;nbsp;even more evident. There are two sheriffs, or police offices at the end of each platform. Since the&amp;nbsp;Madrid attack, there were always two to four on the platforms, but now each platform has it's own pair of officers. Its made even more poingant by the fact that some of them are wearing their tactical uniforms.&amp;nbsp;There is also a K9 Unit, but that isn't exactly new. It's been showing up from time to time for a while now, so I wasn't surprised to see it. On the ride in to work&amp;nbsp;yesterday I saw several police cars driving along the tracks inspecting them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking with my Brother J this morning on the train ride in, he heard one of the "belongings" announcements over the phone and asked what that was about. So&amp;nbsp;I told him about the announcment and the increased security. He said that he had seen that the homeland security warning for public transportation had changed to orange. He said knowing that made me feel better about me taking the train. I know my Beautiful Wife feels the same way. I asked her yesterday if she was nervous about me taking the train. She said "No, I think it will be okay". I think seeing the news this morning that shows all the added security made her feel better too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's interesting to look at the faces of my fellow passengers. They are reading and looking around, but you can see that the Attack is somethinng that we are all thinking about. I've talked with a couple people, and it's interesting to see the differences in attitudes. Some people are nervous, but the increased security seems to calm their fears. While other people felt it was there duty to be on&amp;nbsp;the train today.&amp;nbsp;One gentleman I talked with even said "Don't give them an inch, if you die on the train, you die on the train." &amp;nbsp;He felt that his keeping his normal routine was a personal affront to the people who launched the attacks on London. All I know is I need to get to work on time, and I still rather take the train than drive in L.A. traffic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-112083764829770587?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/112083764829770587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=112083764829770587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112083764829770587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/112083764829770587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-after-london.html' title='The Day after London'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111919821746531217</id><published>2005-06-19T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T09:23:37.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcards From The Beatles</title><content type='html'>This morning, I saw a really interesting segment on the CBS News Sunda Morning on &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/10/03/sunday/main647020.shtml"&gt;Postcards from the Beatles&lt;/a&gt;. Ringo has always had a thing for postcards, and all of the "boys" sent him postcards from where ever they were. I enjoyed the fact that it showed "The Beatles" were always friends before they were world famous musicians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111919821746531217?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111919821746531217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111919821746531217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111919821746531217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111919821746531217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/06/postcards-from-beatles.html' title='Postcards From The Beatles'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111904612075749184</id><published>2005-06-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:08:40.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite News Story of the Day</title><content type='html'>So this has to be my favorite news story of the day. &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,4-2005270691,00.html"&gt;Queen Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt; is now the proud owner of a iPod mini. I Love the fact that somehow that is a news worth event. That is almost as bad as the &lt;a href="http://customwire.ap.org/dynamic/fronts/HOME?SITE=UTSOD&amp;amp;SECTION=HOME"&gt;Associated Press&lt;/a&gt; marking the story about Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes getting engaged as urgent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111904612075749184?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111904612075749184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111904612075749184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111904612075749184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111904612075749184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/06/favorite-news-story-of-day.html' title='Favorite News Story of the Day'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111902858455765837</id><published>2005-06-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:16:24.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AJAX +  .NET = AJAX.NET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, this will be my first techincal post in a while. I've been studying for my &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/learning/mcp/mcad/default.asp"&gt;MCAD&lt;/a&gt;, and for some reason, that has not made me want to post anything to technical, however this one is too good not to share. Of course I've been reading about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AJAX"&gt;AJAX&lt;/a&gt; (Asynchronous JavaScript and XML) for a while and have really loved the concept. The bacis concept is using Javascript and XML to send the data back and forth the the server instead of making a new page request. A new page request forces the page to reload on the users machine, where AJAX does the request in the background and is invisible to the user.&amp;nbsp;You may have already used a web application that uses AJAX, if you've tried &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/webhp?complete=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Google Suggest&lt;/a&gt;, you've used a AJAX enable web application.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, of course the idea of doing an application that uses this technology (group of existing technologies actually) has been intriguing to me, but I haven't the time or energy to work out how to implement it in our environment here at work. We are a Microsoft shop working mostly in C# but also doing some VB.NET stuff. Then I came across &lt;a href="http://ajax.schwarz-interactive.de/csharpsample/default.aspx"&gt;AJAX.NET&lt;/a&gt;. Looking at the documentation, this is going to make it so easy to do a proof of concept. If you have to do a lot of web user interface, check out AJAX.NET, while it isn't a perfect solution to the web user interface problem, it's definitely a step in the right direction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111902858455765837?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111902858455765837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111902858455765837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111902858455765837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111902858455765837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/06/ajax-net-ajaxnet.html' title='AJAX +  .NET = AJAX.NET'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111896565369456267</id><published>2005-06-16T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:26:29.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little shake</title><content type='html'>This afternoon there was a &lt;a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqinthenews/2005/ci14155260/"&gt;4.9 magnitude earthquake,&lt;/a&gt; in the greater Los Angeles area. When it happened all my co-workers and I looked at each other, and just commented on the fact that it wasn't that big of an earthquake, and that it seemed to be a roller. We didn't even get out of our chairs. Then we discussed that the building we worked in is on rollers. If it was our first earthquake I seriously doubt we would of been that calm, or of blown it off like we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111896565369456267?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111896565369456267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111896565369456267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111896565369456267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111896565369456267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-shake.html' title='A little shake'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111868557018893043</id><published>2005-06-13T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:59:30.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun of Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So this weekend the "Boys" got together. While that may sounds like the start of a faternity movie, it was actually, my two brothers, my Dad and I getting together and working on my Aunt's place. I'm not going to get into all that we were doing, but talk about the feeling of it. You see I worked with my Dad and Brothers in construction for ten years, but due to health reasons I needed to find a new line of work. The physical exersion that the job demand is too much for my asthmatic lungs to handle. Never the less, I loved working with my Dad and Brothers. Sometimes the work was very hard, sometimes it was very frustrating, the work and each other, but in the end when it was finished it was something we did and built together. That is the feeling I loved, and still love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other thing about working together is well, we are all a bunch of goofs! No one can make me laugh harder than my brothers or my Dad, they are just naturally funny people that are a lot of fun to be around, even when you are working. In fact saturday at lunch they had me laughing so hard, I couldn't breath. Just as brother K would do something so funny, that I'm laughing so hard, that I'm going to turn blue, I look to over at brother J and he is doing the same thing, and of course each time Dad looks at either of them they have a "I have no idea why he is laughing so hard, it wasn't me" look on their faces and that made me laugh even harder. The pure comedic timing my family posses is incredible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing that I really miss is the feeling like we are all taking care of each other. There is no corporate political games. There is also no clear cut lines, as everyone is willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. Dad will dig trenches, just like all the rest of us would. There isn't any, oh, that is a different department's job, we were all the deparments wrapped up in one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weekend was very hard on me physically, It was dusty, and dirty work, and not all of&amp;nbsp;the work&amp;nbsp;was pleasant, but we had a lot of fun working together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111868557018893043?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111868557018893043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111868557018893043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111868557018893043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111868557018893043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-of-work.html' title='The Fun of Work'/><author><name>Russ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216751.post-111842133193615895</id><published>2005-06-10T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:35:32.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chee-toes</title><content type='html'>The Little Boy has learned a new trick that I must share. It seems that eating with his hands is no longer a challenge to him. So&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;has decided to&amp;nbsp;come up with a much more interesting way to eat. You see The Little Boy has figured out that if he licks his toes (yes&amp;nbsp;I said licks his toes) that cheerios and cheetoes will stick to his toes. Armed with this knowledge he know licks his toes, sticks his feet in the bowl and lifts his foot to his mouth and eats said cheerio. While this seems to be a particular useful method for him to eat and watch TV at the same time, it does somewhat discourage sharing food with him. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111842133193615895?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111842133193615895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111842133193615895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111842133193615895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111842133193615895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/06/chee-toes.html' title='Chee-toes'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111765523543591920</id><published>2005-06-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:47:15.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cubicle with a View</title><content type='html'>So for the past week or so I haven't been in my usually cubicle at work. My usually cubicle is situated right next to my workmates and the window. So I can look out the window and at least get the feeling like I am close to being outside. It isn't a bad setup at all, and I quite like it. There is a drawback however, rain. For some reason the roof doesn't do quite the job is should of keeping the rain out of the walls. so they've had to remove the drywall above my cubicle, let it dryout and then they will replace it. Well, till they get that all finished I am banished from my cubicle. It fact it is completely covered in plastic. So I had to move to another desk down the hall, one where there are cubicle walls 5 feet high. It is a little bigger than my cube, but it feels really small. So till they get all of the patching done, I am stuck in a gray/blue cube, walled in and waiting for a cubicle with a view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111765523543591920?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111765523543591920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111765523543591920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111765523543591920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111765523543591920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/06/cubicle-with-view.html' title='A cubicle with a View'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111707798309348121</id><published>2005-05-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:26:23.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down 4 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well as you know I haven't been blogging much and I haven't really given a reason for it. Well I will right now. I have been studying and studying and studying. What for? Well for the &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/learning/mcp/mcad/"&gt;MCAD&lt;/a&gt;, what's that, it's the Microsoft Certified Application Developer certification. There are three exams in the series and tonight I passed the first one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This turned out to not be a terribly easy thing to do. This was actually my third attempt at this Exam. The first time, I get to the testing location and he is all in remodel mode. No computers and people looking at me like, what is that guy doing here. So of course I didn't take it that time. So I scheduled it for one week later. Well the next one didn't go so good, I got to the testing center and they had people and computers, but I failed it miserably. Well that was a little disappointing to say the least. However I felt better when I found that Microsoft had a retake it for free offer going on. So that made me feel better. So I sheduled the next test two weeks after the first one I actually got to take, and I've studied really hard. It felt good to pass it and to really nail the sections that I failed so miserably two weeks previously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I know what you are saying, the math doesn't add up, what is with the 4 exams left? Well after I get done with the MCAD, I plan on going after the &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/learning/mcp/mcsd/"&gt;MCSD&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;which is the Microsoft Certified Solution Developer certification. for that one you have to pass the first three exams from the MCAD and then take two more for the MCSD, so I still have a lot of studying to do, but I will do my best to try to post more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111707798309348121?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111707798309348121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111707798309348121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111707798309348121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111707798309348121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/05/1-down-4-to-go.html' title='1 down 4 to go'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111654582428219935</id><published>2005-05-19T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:37:04.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Band for your thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was a rough morning. That is the easiest way to&amp;nbsp;put it. The Little Boy was up at 4am. The same time I discovered he was up, I also discovered that I was sleeping on the floor again. So we popped in a video for The Little Boy and snoozed while he watched Garfield the Movie. Once that was over about 5:30am he was determined to watch TV in the livingroom, my Beautiful Wife volunteered to be up with him so I could get a little more sleep before work. This time on the bed. Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't like he was in a bad mood, he was just up and ready for the day to start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyhow the alarm clock goes off at 6:15 and I don't turn it off till 6:20. Our alarm clock is on the other side of the room, so you can't just smack it and hit snooze, you have to get up out of bed to do anything with it. So I just let it ring for 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; It was that kind of very slow going morning. I can't&amp;nbsp;figure out what to wear, and the news on the TV decides to&amp;nbsp;hide the weather&amp;nbsp;report.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, we go to get in the car and the seatbelt the Little Boy uses has decided to do an imitation of a turtle. It ducked back under the seat so after some poking and proding, I manage to get it up and ready for the Little Boy, all the while very tired and trying to keep what little patience I woke up with.&amp;nbsp; Some how the Little Boy got that, he figured out I was having a rough morning. So we get to the train station and I get out and give him and my Beautiful Wife a Hug and a Kiss and start to walk to my spot where I stand and wait for the train, half way there I hear the Little Boy calling for me, I turn around and look to see that he is hanging out the window of the car and pulled up right behind me. I smile and walk back, give him a big hug, and he hugs me back, and gives me a little blue rubber band, as if to say, here, this will make your day better, and you know what he was right. It has made my day better. I've put the rubber band around my cellphone which sits on my desk when I am at work. So every 10 minutes or so, my focus is diverted from the screen to the little blue rubber band and my day gets a little bit better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111654582428219935?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111654582428219935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111654582428219935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111654582428219935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111654582428219935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/05/rubber-band-for-your-thoughts.html' title='Rubber Band for your thoughts'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111634958974604919</id><published>2005-05-17T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T10:06:29.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good Ones from Hollywood Squars</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;font face="ARIAL,HELVETICAL" size="2"&gt;If you remember The Original Hollywood Squares and its comics, this will bring a tear to your eyes. These great questions and answers are from the days when game show responses were spontaneous and clever, not scripted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do female frogs croak? &lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: If you hold their little heads under water long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you're going to make a parachute jump, at least how high should you be?&lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. True or False, a pea can last as long as 5,000 years. &lt;br /&gt;A. George Gobel: Boy, it sure seems that way sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. You've been having trouble going to sleep. Are you probably a man or a woman? &lt;br /&gt;A. Don Knotts: That's what's been keeping me awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. According to Cosmo, if you meet a stranger at a party and you think that he is attractive, is it okay to come out and ask him if he's married? &lt;br /&gt;A. Rose Marie: No, wait until morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older? &lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: My sense of decency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What are "Do It," "I Can Help," and "I Can't Get Enough"? &lt;br /&gt;A. George Gobel: I don't know, but it's coming from the next apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. As you grow older, do you tend to gesture more or less with your hands while talking? &lt;br /&gt;A. Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing old question Peter, and I'll give you a gesture you'll never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Paul, why do Hell's Angels wear leather? &lt;br /&gt;A. Because chiffon wrinkles too easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Charley, you've just decided to grow strawberries. Are you going to get any during the first year?&lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: Of course not, I'm too busy growing strawberries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. In bowling, what's a perfect score? &lt;br /&gt;A. Rose Marie: Ralph, the pin boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. It is considered in bad taste to discuss two subjects at nudist camps. One is politics, what is the other? &lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Tape measures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. During a tornado, are you safer in the bedroom or in the closet? &lt;br /&gt;A. Rose Marie: Unfortunately Peter, I'm always safe in the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls? &lt;br /&gt;A. Marty Allen: Only after lights out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a goose do? &lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you were pregnant for two years, what would you give birth to? &lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. According to Ann Landers, is there anything wrong with getting into the habit of kissing a lot of people? &lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. While visiting China, your tour guide starts shouting "Poo! Poo! Poo!" What does this mean? &lt;br /&gt;A. George Gobel: Cattle crossing. &lt;br /&gt;Q. It is the most abused and neglected part of your body, what is it? &lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused but it certainly isn't neglected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Back in the old days, when Great Grandpa put horseradish on his head, what was he trying to do? &lt;br /&gt;A. George Gobel: Get it in his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who stays pregnant for a longer period of time, your wife or your elephant? &lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Who told you about my elephant? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. When a couple have a baby, who is responsible for its sex? &lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car, the rest is up to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly believes in them and has actually seen them on at least two occasions. What are they? &lt;br /&gt;A. Charley Weaver: His feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. According to Ann Landers, what are two things you should never do in bed? &lt;br /&gt;A. Paul Lynde: Point and Laugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111634958974604919?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111634958974604919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111634958974604919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111634958974604919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111634958974604919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-good-ones-from-hollywood-squars.html' title='Some Good Ones from Hollywood Squars'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111601139125463094</id><published>2005-05-13T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:09:51.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling Coverage for People without Cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We don't have cable. I know that its hard to believe. Everyday on the train I go past the projects in LA and every single person there has Dish Network or DirectTV. (Your tax dollars hard at work there providing low income families with the basics like food and HBO). Anyways I digress, we don't have cable or satellite, it is an additional expense that we just don't need right now. However that are certian things that I would like to see. For example last year I wanted to see the Tour de France. My sweet Mother video taped all 21 days of the race for me. I enjoyed every tape, and it was really kind of her to do, but it was also a lot of work. This year,&amp;nbsp;I wanted to watch the Giro D'italiana and the Tour&amp;nbsp;de France. Well two things have happen'd&amp;nbsp;my Folks have TiVo now, and they are on Satellite and they don't get &lt;a href="http://www.olntv.com/"&gt;OLN&lt;/a&gt;, which is the channel that covers the&amp;nbsp;Tour de France, and&amp;nbsp;most of the major &lt;a href="http://www.procyclingtour.com/"&gt;ProTour&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;cycling events.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well OLN has stepped up and figured that hey, there may be&amp;nbsp;people out there with&amp;nbsp;broadband internet access yet they don't have cable or satellite. Which is our case, so for $5.95 you can view the racing action online. So with the Giro D'Italiana I have been doing so.&amp;nbsp;First I have to say that this is really&amp;nbsp;nice, and that I hope enough people subscribe so that OLN will keep this going. That being said there&amp;nbsp;is one&amp;nbsp;thing I think that could be done better.&amp;nbsp;One of the things I miss is hearing Phil Liggett, Paul Sherwen&amp;nbsp;and Bob Roll, their commentary is great. They add so much to the action because I have so much respect for both of them.&amp;nbsp; If we had their commentary as we watched the footage from the webcast it would be awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111601139125463094?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111601139125463094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111601139125463094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111601139125463094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111601139125463094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/05/cycling-coverage-for-people-without.html' title='Cycling Coverage for People without Cable'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111599956110240933</id><published>2005-05-13T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:52:41.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing and Haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello All, I know it has been a while since I've posted anything. What can I say, I just haven't been able to think of anything to write lately. I've been studying like crazy to get my MCAD and MCSD certifications. I won't bore you with the level of techno dribble that I've been stuck in, I will only say that I can tell you what the enumerations for several classes include TRACE and DEBUG. In fact I can nearly write a complete set of post on it...but I won't...not today anyway. It is a beautiful sunshiny day here in Southern California, and I feel like being chatty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I said earlier I am studying for my certifications. I actually took the first test about a week ago wednesday. How'd I do? I failed miserably. I came home telling my wife that I was going to have to learn to dig ditches for a living again, I was so upset by how badly I did. Fortunately they let you know which parts you did well and which parts you did less than perfect at. So after my Beautiful Wife talked me out of being a ditch digger and gave me a great pep talk (She really is the best!) I resolved to become an expert at the things I did the worst at. So I have really been studying taking notes, and thinking through the whole process and not just reading the material. In fact I won't let myself leave a page till I understand everything that is one it. So now when I take the test next week, I might just be ready for it....I hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, the Little Boy is showing how advanced he truly his, he is doing things that most kids&amp;nbsp;don't do&amp;nbsp;till they are six or seven. For instance, he has just recently began styling his own hair. Yeah that's right, he got the scissors out and gave himself quite a stylish haircut. He calls his new hair creation the "D'oh". Apparently for this haircut to be done correctly one must find the only sharp pair of scissors in the entire house (personally, I didn't know we had any sharp scissors) and artfully remove erradic circles of hair from the back right quadrant and front left quadrant of the scalp. In a pattern akin to crop circles. While we let him know that we were very proud of his artistic and creative achievement, we warned him that next time it might be best if he had some adult supervision during his next endeavor. He reluctantly agreed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111599956110240933?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111599956110240933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111599956110240933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111599956110240933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111599956110240933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/05/testing-and-haircuts.html' title='Testing and Haircuts'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111531219131999867</id><published>2005-05-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:56:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few good quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've recently have heard, or came up with in one case a few good quotes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;quote id="1"&amp;nbsp;src="brotherk"&amp;gt;End a good day with a good smile&amp;lt;/quote&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;quote id="2" src="me"&amp;gt;Give a man a house, and he has a place to sleep, give a man a garage and he has a place to live&amp;lt;/quote&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;quote id="3" src="The Band Travis"&amp;gt;Live is both in Major and Minor keys&amp;lt;/quote&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111531219131999867?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111531219131999867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111531219131999867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111531219131999867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111531219131999867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/05/few-good-quotes.html' title='a few good quotes'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111479898461577062</id><published>2005-04-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T11:23:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Film Festival</title><content type='html'>This looks kind of cool, a &lt;a href="http://www.bicyclefilmfestival.com/"&gt;Bike Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;. And from what I read it should have films that have better plots then &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091817/"&gt;RAD&lt;/a&gt; did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111479898461577062?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111479898461577062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111479898461577062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111479898461577062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111479898461577062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/04/bike-film-festival.html' title='Bike Film Festival'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111474464032155009</id><published>2005-04-28T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:17:20.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in CSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today surfing the web I found something amazing. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.csszengarden.com/"&gt;CSS Zen Garden&lt;/a&gt;. So for those of you that don't know what CSS stands for, it's Cascading Style Sheet. Basically, it is a way of defining the style of your web site. As&amp;nbsp;it has&amp;nbsp;matured in its standards and&amp;nbsp;and adoption it has goten more powerful. This site is a great example of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111474464032155009?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111474464032155009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111474464032155009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111474464032155009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111474464032155009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/04/adventures-in-css.html' title='Adventures in CSS'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111464120102289556</id><published>2005-04-27T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:33:21.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Test..Not so Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, I was nervous, I got up early and got ready for the day. For today, I was to take me first &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/learning/exams/70-315.asp"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for my &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/learning/mcp/mcad/default.asp"&gt;MCAD&lt;/a&gt; certification. Like I said I was really nervous, so I take the early train in, and get in, relax a little bit and as my co-worker to drive me to the testing spot. I get there and get to the correct floor, and things don't look right. The walls have the wallpaper removed. There are computer parts laying on a desk. I am thinking not all is well here. I find a room with someone in it, and tell them I am here to take my certification. They say, "That's odd, our testing center has been closed for a month for the remodel.&amp;nbsp; Go down the hall and talk with Tina, she will help you out". So I go and talk with Tina and she says "They didn't call you? they should of called you to tell you that we were closed, here is the other company's phone number and the case number, you can call them and reschedule". Okay so now, I'm a little put out, I've been studying like a mad man for this thing, and now I have to wait. This isn't funny. So I walk out of the building and call my co-worker, asking if he would be so nice as to come get me early. Being the gentlemen he is, he turns right around to get me. While I wait for him I call the parent company and explain the situation, to which I get the same reply. "They didn't call you?!".

 Long story short, I get them to reschedule, then I get online when I get back to the office and schedule the test for exactly one week from now, two blocks from my Mom and Dads. Better, definitely better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111464120102289556?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111464120102289556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111464120102289556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111464120102289556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111464120102289556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/04/big-testnot-so-much.html' title='The Big Test..Not so Much'/><author><name>Russ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216751.post-111431157302001017</id><published>2005-04-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:59:33.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Vs. Bordem Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, after writing my last post I came up with a few more things that we use to do as kids to fight bordem.&amp;nbsp; Of course yard work was always more of a torture than a chore for us growing up. I don't know why,&amp;nbsp; but we just didn't dig it. So of course we came up with a way to make it fun. In the front yard we had a tree that dropped these little spine balls that released seed. Well these things looked like a minature mace.&amp;nbsp; This tree would drop hundreds of them. So I think you can see where this is going. We use to collected all of them into two&amp;nbsp;buckets, and then we would team up, two on each side of the yard, and we would hurl them each other as hard and fast as you can. Now there were some rules, the head and eyes were off limits, if you hit someone there they were allow to get 5 feet away and get a free shot at you. Of course are goal was to get one of these little spine balls to stick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Growing up we always felt that trees were naturals jungle jim. Of course we had&amp;nbsp;a tree that we could&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;pretty far up in, about 20 feet or so. So we would&amp;nbsp;climb up the tree to see what we could see. Now I have to&amp;nbsp;tell you, in my younger days I didn't fear heights, or falling. So we are 20 feet up this tree, and my brother K and I are hanging out, he is laying inbetween two branches, when I see one&amp;nbsp;above and beyond him and I some how get the idea that I&amp;nbsp;should just climb up a little hire, and the leap out and swing on that branch. So I did, and actually grabbed it and swung once, however my brother K didn't know what I was doing, he thought I was going to jump from now 25 feet up so, as I swung back he grabbed a hold of my legs and wouldn't let go. We both looked at each other with the, what the heck are you doing look. We also had an apricot tree that grew right next to the house, well it didn't take us long to figure out that we could get on the roof off that tree. So when playing hide and seek, we'd climb the tree, get on the roof, run across the roof and climb down off the roof using&amp;nbsp;the swingset on the other side of the yard. We completely cheated. And we could never figure out how Mom always knew when we were on the roof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another one of our bordem fighters was our bikes. With that being said, I have to say, Dad, I am sorry we made you have to work on those things constantly. The list of parts is long, forks, frames, wheels, chains, handle bars, brakes, and once even a seat. So we will start from our younger days. We had an avacado tree that had a branch that hung over the driveway. I''ve already told you what we thought about trees, so we scurried up that tree, and tied one of Dad's good ropes (sorry about that too Dad!) to the tree. Then we would ride as fast as we could and then we would let go of the handlebars and grab ahold of that rope and ghost those bikes right into the fence. If that wasn't bad enough, the street we lived on was slight hill, our house was at the botom of the hill. Across the street right next to the curb, our neighbor had some very nice soft grass. So for kicks we would ride down the hill along side or infront of cars, and would run our bikes into the curb right infront of our neighbors, and roll on that nice soft grass. We knew how to take a fall so we didn't get hurt, and we would pop up and laugh as cars would screech to a halt to see if we were okay. The local park had a very bad design that we used to it's fullest. There was a slight down hill, and then a 6 full retaining wall and then the bottom level.&amp;nbsp; Well we use to see just how far we could fly off of that rataining wall. As we got older and moved in to mountian bikes, from our BMXers, we would race down stairs as fast as we could, then we would turn around and try to ride up them.&amp;nbsp; Man that was fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111431157302001017?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111431157302001017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111431157302001017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111431157302001017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111431157302001017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/04/boys-vs-bordem-part-ii.html' title='Boys Vs. Bordem Part II'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111369541955480726</id><published>2005-04-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:05:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Vs. Bordem</title><content type='html'>I was hanging out with my brother K this afternoon, and we were talking about stuff we did as a kid as we're watching TV. We talked about all the stuff the basically would of got us in trouble at the time, but now is just funny. Like the day we figured out two important things. One unpopped popcorn can fit through a straw and that we could hold a lot of kernels in our mouth. Second that the shopvac can clean up unpopped popcorn kernels with eaze. We figured that we could shoot about 20 rounds a second. And that if we teamed up, our little brother and sister didn't stand a chance.
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We came up with other ways to fight bordem as well. Cleaning was one of the things that we figured could use some fun. For example our livingroom growing up at a title floor. We would get the chore of mopping the floor. This was one of those chores we would wait till Mom and Dad left to go grocery shopping to do. Mostly because we would cover the whole floor with soap and water and then take a good run from the other room, and hit that soapy floor and do our best to slide on our feet to the other side of the room. Now I know what you are thinking, hard concrete floor with title, and young boys sliding on it, what could go wrong? Believe it or not, we might have fallen once or twice, which resulted in some bruised sides. Fortunely there was never any broken furniture to give us away.
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Another one we came up with, we called slap fighting. Now while this may sound nice and innocent, it was just a little violent.  Let me explain the rules. First, you take off your shirt, and remove all furniture and animals that may get in the way, or ran over. Then you take turns running after each other open hand slapping each other as hard as you can, whoever leaves the biggest whelt wins. I do have to say that K won more of these than I did. The best of of these slap fights, I had just got K, so he had to get me, as I ran into our room, he got me, just as I tripped over the corner of the his bed, and flew across the the room and landed on my bed, we laughed so hard we cried.
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Now don't think that K got all the licks in. Once, we were sitting in Dad's truck right around lunch time, Dad was in a store getting some supplies, and I figured out that I could connect two or three straws together and kind of rifle them together. Well now that I had this I had to use it, so I grabbed one of those toothpicks with the cellophane on the end. Now I just needed a target, and well brother K got to be the first target.  What I didn't know, that the tooth pick would stick. K didn't know it was going to either, so he had a toothpick stuck in the side of his head. I'm justt really glad that he ducked. It could of been worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111369541955480726?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111369541955480726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111369541955480726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111369541955480726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111369541955480726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/04/boys-vs-bordem.html' title='Boys Vs. Bordem'/><author><name>Russ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216751.post-111272989367587237</id><published>2005-04-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T12:38:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing isn't easy</title><content type='html'>So the past couple of days I've had some real trouble with my asthma. Of course you sometimes wonder if it,s just you. So I did a quick search of the &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/outlook/health/allergies/hotspots?pollentype=tree"&gt;allergy index&lt;/a&gt;. Come to find out that it is bad everywhere. Somehow that makes me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111272989367587237?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111272989367587237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111272989367587237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111272989367587237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111272989367587237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/04/breathing-isnt-easy.html' title='Breathing isn&apos;t easy'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111222242217925953</id><published>2005-03-30T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:40:22.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>So every once in a while something comes your way that is completely a new concept to you. Today that happened to me. At work we were looking at some pictures of my co-worker's/friend's cat, Kevin the feline wonder, when she showed us a picture of her friends new hypoallergenic, Irish Setter.&amp;nbsp;I repeated it to make sure I heard her correctly, the dog was hypoallergenic. I thought that I was getting my leg pulled, so of course I googled it. Come to find out that certian breeds of dogs, either have no hair, or only have one coat, and don't have as much dander as regular dogs. So people with allergies can usually have one of these pets. There are quite a few dog breeds to choice from, some terriers, poodles, and some that I can't even pronounce. In all fairness I had to look and see if there were any hypoallergenic cats, and there is one breed, the Siberian cats. There is also one company claiming that the have a genetically modified cat that is a british short hair. However it seems a little strange to me to modify the DNA of a cat,&amp;nbsp;just because your allergic to it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111222242217925953?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111222242217925953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111222242217925953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111222242217925953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111222242217925953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111116865514542056</id><published>2005-03-18T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T09:57:35.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakin up is hard to do.</title><content type='html'>This morning, I couldn't wake up. I had planned on getting up early and walking to the train. That didn't happen. Instead I got up set the alarm forward an hour and then went back to bed. Laying in bed, not quite asleep, but not quite awake, the Little Boy and Max the wonder Dog come crashing in. Truth betold, I think this is the best way to wake up. The Little Boy is always so happy in the mornings&amp;nbsp;and happy to see you and glad for the new day. Max of course is so funny, I think he forgets that he just saw you like 8 hours ago, and is so excited to see you that he can't control his little self. So you have to two extremely happy creatures coming in to say good morning to you, you can't but help to be glad to get up. So we wake up and My Beautiful Wife, The Little Boy and I are on the bed. Max the wonder Dog knows that he is not allowed on the bed, so he has everything but one toe of his right hind foot on the bed. Even the dog know that technically he is not completely on the bed. The Little Boy then distributes knuckle nuggies to everyone, the dog included, and keeps saying the sun is up, wake up. Then faintly in the background I hear the "eeett, eeett, eeett" of the alarm clock. I get up and walk across the room turn it off, and think, there are better ways to wake up then with an alarm clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111116865514542056?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111116865514542056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111116865514542056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111116865514542056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111116865514542056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/03/wakin-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Wakin up is hard to do.'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111066129504327457</id><published>2005-03-12T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:01:35.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Bad Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know, I haven't posted in awhile. Work has been very hetic, with big deadlines for one of the biggest projects&amp;nbsp;my departments has even done. So with big deadlines looming, it is really easy to let some code that is less than perfect slip through the cracks. Less then perfect code would be something that, while it works as in it doesn't have memory leaks or anything like that, just&amp;nbsp;doesn't subscribe to good design &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/resources/practices/default.mspx"&gt;patterns and practices&lt;/a&gt;. So why is the post titled "Learn Bad Code". Well, you need to learn to recognize when you've written bad code. Actually&amp;nbsp;it needs to bother you when you've written bad code,&amp;nbsp;or are&amp;nbsp;using code that&amp;nbsp;someone else's. It should bother you so much that you get up in the middle of the night to fix it.&amp;nbsp;How do you do that? Well there is a couple of ways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First learn the right way to right code. Learn to use &lt;a href="http://www.dotnetbips.com/displayarticle.aspx?id=213"&gt;N-Tier&lt;/a&gt; design structures. If your application is connecting to a database, your presentation layer should have no idea what kind of database it is. It shouldn't even matter. Your should write a data layer, that takes care of all of those things, and handles the data off to the business layer in a generic way. The business layer can then pass the data to the presentation layer in a generic, or more correctly abstracted way. I'm not the first one that has ever said this, in fact most developer, well .NET, C++ and Java developer work this way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second way, look at bad code. Hopefully it isn't your own bad code but someone else. At work we go to &lt;a href="http://thedailywtf.com/"&gt;http://thedailywtf.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;everyday. Here are examples of bad code posted daily and discussed. Don't get me wrong this code works, but it works in the most convoluted way possible. The other thing that comes from reading this daily as a group is the threat factor. Yes, I have threatened people in my team with posting their bad code, and vise versa. Let's face it, none of us wants laughed at for being a lazy programmer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's go back the first method for a moment. Like I said earlier, there has been&amp;nbsp;a lot written on how to write a &lt;a href="http://www.dotnetbips.com/displayarticle.aspx?id=213"&gt;N-Tier&lt;/a&gt; application, I'm going give you a practical example of why. I'll start by telling you a little bit about my team at work. There are three of us, including myself. Which makes each person's role very important. We have the Front-End Web Developer, The .NET Developer and me The Senior Web Developer. Our Front-End Developer works on the User Interface, design and things like that, he is an Expert in HTML and can do amazing things with it, yet he is new to ASP.NET and .NET in general. Our .NET Developer is a back-end programmers, programmer. He does all of the Database work, the stored procedures, the data layer stuff and so on. Then there is me, I do a lot of the architecture&amp;nbsp;and design, as well as writing the business logic with our .NET Developer, and&amp;nbsp;Front-End design with our Front-End Web Developer. So you can see by the way the team is structure that we are set up in to an N-Tier architecture. Okay, with that being said, why, is the N-Tier important to us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the reasons why a N-Tier architecture is important to us is flexibility. Let's say, hypothetically,&amp;nbsp;the company&amp;nbsp;decides that Oracle is the way to go and that all of our applications have to be converted to use Oracle as it's database. Of course we had written all of our appliations for Microsoft SQL.&amp;nbsp;Well with the N-Tier design model, we just change our data layer (or data access layer, which ever you like to call it), and we are in business. We didn't have to change the presentation layer (web page, or windows app front end) or our business layer (business logic) to accommodate the change because we wrote the application in such a way that those two layers were abstracted from the database. Simply put, they didn't care able the database, because they never knew it was there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another reasons why a N-Tier architecture is important to us is knowledge.&amp;nbsp;My team is really diverse in their knowledge, so I can't expect them to all know the same thing. I wouldn't expect my Front-End Developer to write stored procedures, just as I wouldn't expect my .NET Developer to create photoshop comps of web pages. With the N-Tier architecture in place, the Front-End Developer doesn't have to know ADO.NET, or SQL. He just calls the business object and can intellisense his way&amp;nbsp;though the fields without having to ask about them. Adversely, my .NET Developer doesn't have to sort through the ASP.NET code to firgure out where to try and put some inline SQL.&amp;nbsp;And this touches on our third reason, speed. Now with both of the Developers, (Front-End and Back-End) doing what they do best, they aren't slowed down by trying to figure out how to do each other's job. They don't have to deal with the speed bumps of code.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end Learning what "bad code" looks like keeps you from writing it, just as much as learning what&amp;nbsp;"good code" looks like&amp;nbsp;helps you write flexible applications.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111066129504327457?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111066129504327457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111066129504327457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111066129504327457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111051668206805446?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111051668206805446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111051668206805446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111051668206805446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111051668206805446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/03/fun-with-text_10.html' title='fun with Text'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-111025056077448974</id><published>2005-03-07T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T18:56:00.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids know how things should work</title><content type='html'>Today I learned that Kids know how things should work. Today the Little Boy was using a cellphone (yes the 4 year old was using a cellphone, don't pretend like you haven't handed one to your youngin' )and he wanted to show the person he was talking too what he just got, so he pointed the phone at the object and and said "See". Now Really thiw is how it should work. It's 2005 we don't have cars that fly, so we should at least have cellphones that have video conferencing built in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-111025056077448974?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/111025056077448974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=111025056077448974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111025056077448974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/111025056077448974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/03/kids-know-how-things-should-work.html' title='Kids know how things should work'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110999609455037591</id><published>2005-03-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:14:54.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take the big pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Every morning I tell myself the same thing. As I pour one of my asthma pills out of its bottle I say, or think to myself, "Don't take the big pill!" You see, that particular&amp;nbsp;medication can't be exposed to humidity till taken, so they have one of those little cylinders that keep&amp;nbsp;packaged goods dry. Well, it is&amp;nbsp;a little larger in diameter then the regular pill, and abou three times taller, so every morning, in my sleepy state&amp;nbsp;I have to make sure that I take the right pill.&amp;nbsp; I said it again this morning, and my Beautiful Wife heard, she commented, "you&amp;nbsp;say that allot don't you", to which I replied, "yup everyday"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110999609455037591?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110999609455037591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110999609455037591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110999609455037591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110999609455037591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-take-big-pill.html' title='Don&apos;t take the big pill'/><author><name>Russ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216751.post-110922231348281047</id><published>2005-02-23T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:30:25.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First, I think it really says something about the state of things, that this evening I learned my Sister got injuried from her &lt;a href="http://pixiestitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Not a phone call, not an email, not even a voicemail, but by reading her blog. That being said she has carried on a fine family tradition. The tradition of course is completely down playing injuries and emergencies. You see she was sewing, to make a long story short she had the needle stab her in the finger and break off. Of course if that wasn't bad enough, the machine tried to keep going and really crushed her finger. What did she scream? What words of anger or panic came from her lips? None! That's right in the family tradition she just freed herself with her free hand, cleaned the wound and then went and told Mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this is just something we do. We don't yell or cry or cuss we just either let out a little growl or say something very subtle. An example of this, when I was fourteen, through a series of unfortunate events I managed to set the entire hallway floor on fire.&amp;nbsp; Flames are about three feet high and all along the floor, so did I scream, or cry or going running&amp;nbsp;out the door? Of course not, I went and got Mom and sais "Mom, we have a problem". Of course the statement was completely true, but maybe just a little subtle for the Event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another example, my Brother J&amp;nbsp;was framing up some walls, and we heard a misfire and a "errrr". Now anyone else we would think,&amp;nbsp;that he was upset that they had a misfired, but in my family it means something happened. So we ran into the room&amp;nbsp;were he&amp;nbsp;working, he turned towards us with his thumb, in the cool Fonzie, "Aaaaa" position. We see that the nail went rightt through his thumb. So Dad without missing a beat, grabed his linemans pilers, grabed Js hand, and goes for the nail. Brother J was afraid that he was going to take his whole thumb off, and at the last second, Dad turns his hand and cuts the head of the nail off. Well, now the nail had to come out, and it has to go through, you can't back them out. So of course Dad says on the count of three. One, Two (now we know that Dad is going to pull it on two, he's been doing it since we were little kids), but just in case brother J braces for it on one. It was on two, and nail was out. And the only thing that J says is " I thought you were going to cut my thumb off".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet another example, Brother K is doing some framing, a making rip strips for fering out the walls. Well, as happens from time to time, the blade on the table saw reached up and bite him. Right on the top of his index finger. Of course in typical family style, he let out a growl. Well, J knew that it &amp;nbsp;was a "I am hurt bad come help me" growl. Anyone else would&amp;nbsp;have wondered if he kicked a board or something. K, in typical K style, went down to the first aid kit and with the help of J, and&amp;nbsp;bandaged up the finger&amp;nbsp;so well that most&amp;nbsp;medical professions would&amp;nbsp;marveled at his handy work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family traditions, you have to love'em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110922231348281047?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110922231348281047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110922231348281047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110922231348281047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110922231348281047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/family-tradition.html' title='Family Tradition'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110912630859204234</id><published>2005-02-22T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:38:28.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Train, Heavy Rain</title><content type='html'>Okay, so driving would of been faster today. I usually wouldn't&amp;nbsp;say anything remotely like that, but apparently because of the heavy rains, the trains can't go over 40 mph. Of course right now, we are currently not going over 4 mph since we are stopped. I left work at 4:40 and it's 6:35, and we are at least 20 minutes away from my station, if we start going right now&amp;nbsp; which we won't. So I am sitting on the train, listening to techno/celtic music (yes it does exist) and bloggin, what else is a poor commuter to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110912630859204234?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110912630859204234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110912630859204234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110912630859204234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110912630859204234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/slow-train-heavy-rain.html' title='Slow Train, Heavy Rain'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110912537418400113</id><published>2005-02-22T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T07:19:27.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining the Digital Camera Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I've finally done it. I went out and bought a digital camera. Of course this feat didn't happen without lots of homework, research and agony. I am sure that I drove my Beautiful Wife up the wall with this one. But of course in her wonderful way she answered my barrage of questions with her sweet, your a silly man,&amp;nbsp;but &amp;nbsp;I love you anyway. So what did I get? Well I got a Panasonic Lumix FZ20s. Okay, what's a Panasonic Lumix FZ20s. Well, it is a cool looking silver camera. (silver is what the s stands for). It is a 5.3 megapixel camera with a Lecia 12x optical zoom lense. The 35mm equivalent lense would be 36mm-432mm. Overall it is a really nice camera. Instead of writing a long review (which I am not very good at), here is one by &lt;a href="http://www.steves-digicams.com/2004_reviews/fz20.html"&gt;steves-digicams.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do have to say so far I am really happy with it, and it lets me do almost everything that my old Pentax spotmatic does. Of course being a digital camera, it does have the whole instant gratification of seeing the photo right after it is taken thing going for it. So between the new camera, and the images I've been taking lately, I figured it was finally time to start a &lt;a href="http://o2photo.blogspot.com/"&gt;photoblog&lt;/a&gt;. We'll see if my hectic work schedule will&amp;nbsp;allow me keep both my blog and it going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110912537418400113?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110912537418400113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110912537418400113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110912537418400113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110912537418400113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/joining-digital-camera-revoution.html' title='Joining the Digital Camera Revolution'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110874529416746883</id><published>2005-02-18T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T22:18:54.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy morning at Union Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/1024/P1000024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/P1000024.jpg" border="0" align="left"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This morning on the way out my Beautiful Wife told me she excepted to see some pretty pictures on my blog today. You see I just got my first digital camera. I am really excited about it. I spend a month shopping for it. And now it is here, so I think you can expect some more snap shots to be posted.&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Of course it didn't go smoothly there was a few snags.&amp;nbsp; This made me think about the first time that I rode the train for the first time. It didn't go smoothly for me either. In fact&amp;nbsp;it was two months before&amp;nbsp; I wrote the train again. It was mostly because one of the conductors was a little intimidating. That being said, there was an amazing sense of accomplishment. You see I was born and raised in L.A. and that saying "Nobody walks in LA." is completely right. You see everything is an hour away. So you always have to drive. So the idea that I could get to work without a car was a liberating thought. Today, three years later, riding the train is second nature. I don't even think about it. However I won't soon forget that stepping off the train, just blocks from work, taking a deep breath and feeling like I accomplished something by getting to work without a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110862175161409702?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110862175161409702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110862175161409702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110862175161409702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110862175161409702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-train-ride.html' title='First Train Ride'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110824392430275607</id><published>2005-02-12T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:32:04.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting Photo Essay</title><content type='html'>One thing about the internet, is you can always find something interesting out there. Well I found something interesting, that also made me smile. A &lt;a href="http://www.jeff-phillips.com/baby/"&gt;Photo Essay&lt;/a&gt; of a Gentleman thinking about fatherhood, so he spends a morning with his sisters son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110824392430275607?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110824392430275607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110824392430275607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110824392430275607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110824392430275607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/interesting-photo-essay.html' title='An interesting Photo Essay'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110809965023299530</id><published>2005-02-10T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:27:30.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be Boys</title><content type='html'>So first thing, I have to say my Beautiful Wife is amazing. She gets that boys will be boys. That we aren't acting up to make her look bad, we are just playing.&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow the Little Boy will be home from school, so we thought getting some videos to ease him into the weekend was a good idea. So the Little Boy and I were&amp;nbsp;a little onery. We played in every isle of the video store (You know that one that starts with Bloc and ends with uster). I chased him down one isle and around the other. Met him in middle of the next. He grabbed my ankles,&amp;nbsp;and I picked him up and held him on my shoulders and walked through the store. We check out and of course the Boy and I are still playing, he is on my shoulders and checker asks if we need a bag, and I says "sure, do you have one he will fit into?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110809965023299530?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110809965023299530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110809965023299530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110809965023299530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110809965023299530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be Boys'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110773432952526747</id><published>2005-02-06T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:28:53.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Games just might save your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="190" src="http://www.themusictap.com/russ/images/collinMcCrae.jpg" width="190" align="left" border="0"&gt;So this afternoon on the way home from my Folks' house, I had one of those near misses that make you have to change your drawers. I'm&amp;nbsp;going south bound&amp;nbsp;in the fast&amp;nbsp;lane of a four lane street. Three cars are lined up to turn left in to the supermarket on the northbound side. Well, this person in third position doesn't see me and decides that he can just turn left in the the secondary driveway, and pass up the "hold up" (hold up being, good drivers waiting for it to be clear to turn left).&amp;nbsp; He pulls out, I see him, and stomp on the brakes (Toyota's awesome antilock brakes, but I still got them to lock up) and went to where he had been in the median. So I missed him by about two feet, and had to steer back in to my lane because of oncoming traffic. This all happened in a millisecond.&amp;nbsp; So how did I know what to do? Video Games, pure and simple! I credit video games for my evasive manuevering skills.&amp;nbsp;The hours I've spend honing my driving and reactions on video games sure&amp;nbsp;paid off this afternoon. So if you think your skills&amp;nbsp;could use a little refinement, might I suggest &lt;a href="http://www.codemasters.co.uk/colinmcrae2005/"&gt;Colin Mcrae Rally 2005&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110773432952526747?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110773432952526747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110773432952526747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110773432952526747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110773432952526747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/video-games-just-might-save-your-life.html' title='Video Games just might save your life'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110765645891023704</id><published>2005-02-05T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T18:23:51.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/1024/IMG022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/IMG022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this the other night. If you are what you eat then this is me, a Vanilla Coke, and wheat free pretzels with seasame seeds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110765645891023704?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110765645891023704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110765645891023704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110765645891023704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110765645891023704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/self-portrait.html' title='Self-Portrait'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110735826080984429</id><published>2005-02-02T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T07:31:00.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your car running?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This post is an actual story that one of my friends from the train told me. This actually happened to him. The fact this&amp;nbsp;story is completely true makes it that much funnier. To protect the innocent we will call him "Artist guy". As his name implies, Artist guy is an artist. He works for one of the cartoon studios in southern california. I could tell you which one, but that would be like name dropping, which of course I only reserve to impress people in person. But I digress, while Artist guy is very well, artistic, he admits that his mechanical talents are not at the same level as his artistic ones. So when his Dad comes to visit from somewhere back east, some city that's windy. His Dad helps him take care of all of his home and auto&amp;nbsp;repairs, as well as helping him organize his tools and such.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well one day Artistic guy got home pretty late, 2am or so, and after pulling into his garage, he turns the key to turn the car off. He pulls the key, and&amp;nbsp; opens the door, but, the car is still running. So he looks at the car, and looks in the key in hand, and goes, that's not right. So in a little bit of a panic he calls roadside service. Of course, they ask if he was stuck on the side of the road, of which he wasn't, so they said "Sorry, we can't help you." So, he switches to plan a2, he calls the Auto Club, but, pretty much gets the same response from them. Well, now it's about 3am, however it's 5am where his Dad lives. So he calls his Dad and of course his Dad knows just what to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy: Dad, My car keeps running, I turned it off and have the keys in my hand, but its still going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy's Dad: Okay, so what you'll need to do is disconnect the battery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy: How do I do that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy's Dad: Don't worry, I will talk you through it. First, you're going to need your cresent wrench.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy: Do I have a cresent wrench?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy's Dad: Yeah, it's in the second drawer on the left in the kitchen, right next to the screwdrivers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy: Oh, I do! Cool, okay I got it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy's Dad: Now you'll need some gloves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy: Do I have any gloves?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy's Dad: Yes, They are in the second floor bathroom in the cabinet under the sink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy: How do you know this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy's Dad: I'm a Dad, I'm suppose to know these things, now lets go out to the car disconnect the battery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy: (Going out to the garage, and reaches inside and pops the hood) Okay, I got the hood open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy's Dad: Umm, the battery in your car is in the trunk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy:(Opens the trunk) Okay, at the trunk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artistic Guy's Dad: Now take the battery cover off, and you'll see two terminals, one with a plus sign and another with a minus sign. You have to take one of them off. (Artistic Guy reaches for the plus sign terminal) you want to take off the minus sign on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artist Guy: (taking the terminal off the battery and the car stops running) Hey, it stopped! Thanks Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110735826080984429?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110735826080984429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110735826080984429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110735826080984429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110735826080984429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-your-car-running.html' title='Is your car running?'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110723626537856102</id><published>2005-01-31T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:37:45.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatca Readin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Whatca Readin?" This is how Tom and I would start most of our conversations. I was thinking about this today at his memorial. I was thinking about the first time we started chatting with each other, and it was about reading.&amp;nbsp; I was on his train heading towards downtown and I was reading&amp;nbsp; "Essential Chaucer", The Canterbury Tales, to be exact when he asked me what I was reading. So I told him, and share a line I had just read that I thought was brillant. It was easy to tell that Tom loved books. Tom always read great books. He would tell me about books he just got, or when the next book fair in glendale or pasadena was going to be.&amp;nbsp; Pretty soon we started lending each other books. It was really nice, because I would love what he recommended and loaned me and he would love what I gave him to read. It was so nice to just sit on the train and talk about how Kerouac described food so well that you could see it and taste it. Or how Orwell described being "down and out" so well that you could feel it.&amp;nbsp; Tom turned me on to so many great books, that I would always carry a note book with me to write down the titles of what he recommended. He loved the fact that he could read at his midday break for 2 to 4 hours. I remember him saying, "The only thing beter than reading is reading on company time".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At his memorial, there were at least 500 people. It was so packed that a couple hundred of us had to stand in the church courtyard for the service. It was nice to hear people tell stories about Tom, and how he had shown them kindness or generousity in his own special way. They told about how he loved to have water fights with his Grandkids, and how even the house was not a safe zone. It was obvious the people that truly knew him, because they couldn't get through their tale without having to pause and collect themselves. Every metrolink conductor I had ever met or seen as well as the Glendale, Fire Department and Police Department were there. It was nice to see such a large turn out for such a very ni, that I thought so highly of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember how the train would pull into the station, and I would see Tom, hanging out of the car as i was pulling up, and&amp;nbsp;I'd wave, and he would always waved back before the train had stopped just to let you know he was happy to see you. I'd get on the train, and after hearing him&amp;nbsp;announce the that the train was departing he come over to his station to which I would sit next to and&amp;nbsp;in is Olkahoma draw, ask "Whatca Readin?". I'm really going to miss hearing him ask that, and I am really going to miss him. Oh, by the way, I am starting to read James Joyce's Ulyesses, Tom recommended it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110723626537856102?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110723626537856102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110723626537856102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110723626537856102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110723626537856102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/whatca-readin.html' title='Whatca Readin?'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110691968531119452</id><published>2005-01-28T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T05:41:25.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found out last night that a friend of mine Tom was one of the people that died in the train derailment that happened on Wednesday Morning. Tom was a conductor for metrolink and just an all around good guy. We had our own little Metrolink book club going. Tom would lend me some Orwell and I would let him some Kerouac. He loved books and loved to read. I never knew anyone that read as much as Tom. He&amp;nbsp;is really nice person, and he is going to be missed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110691968531119452?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110691968531119452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110691968531119452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110691968531119452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110691968531119452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/lost-friend.html' title='Lost a Friend'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110675854555576038</id><published>2005-01-26T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T08:49:28.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picked a good day to drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I can count the days that I drive to work on one hand. Today&amp;nbsp;was one of the days.&amp;nbsp;Most of the time I take the metrolink in to work. Well if you've seen the news, you know that today was a much better day to drive than to take the train. If you haven't seen the news,&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;were two metrolink trains collided and derailed. If I had been on the train today, I would of been on the train after this incident, because I take the same line. One of my co-workers&amp;nbsp;was on&amp;nbsp;train after that one and has been trying to get to work for a couple hours now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow here are some links to the info about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc4.tv/traffic/4130788/detail.html"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc4.tv/slideshow/traffic/4130829/detail.html"&gt;Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nbc4la.feedroom.com/index.jsp?fr_story=2a6aaaac889ed5009abb706416a760e3eb96e694"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolinktrains.com/"&gt;Metrolink Trains&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110675854555576038?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110675854555576038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110675854555576038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110675854555576038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110675854555576038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/picked-good-day-to-drive.html' title='Picked a good day to drive'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110654334023664495</id><published>2005-01-23T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:51:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to the Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This evening I was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.kcrw.org/"&gt;KCRW&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.elviscostello.com/"&gt;Elvis Costello&lt;/a&gt; was the in studio &lt;a href="http://www.kcrw.org/cgi-bin/db/kcrw.pl?show_code=sc&amp;amp;air_date=1/23/05&amp;amp;tmplt_type=show"&gt;guest&lt;/a&gt;. He was talking about how his new album&amp;nbsp;"The Delivery man" did have a concept behind it, but because of the way that people buy and listen to music now that it is kind of an open ended. So I was thinking about this and it is completely true.&amp;nbsp;10 years ago, how an album was put together meant something. Songs were components of the Album, but for the piece to be whole, you listened to the entire album to experience how the artist intended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However now in the iPod generation, with just an internet connection, and a credit card, you can get just about any song you want within minutes. I remember when you would hear something on the radio, and there was an investment in time to go and get the album. You would listen to it for the first time all the way through. You understand the connections between each song, and you could get a sense of the concept behind the album. I think back to listen to Clebanoff "Strings Afire in Spain"&amp;nbsp;in Grandpa K's livingroom. Of course we listened to the album in it's&amp;nbsp;entirety. It was a vinyl album, there was no fast forward or next track on the remote, there was no remote. It was really fantastic. There is something about listening to the album in order, where, you know and expect the next song, so that even when you hear it on the song on the radio you expect to hear the next song on the album after the song is finished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So fast forward to earlier this week. I had a song stuck in my head, from an album I use to listen to with my Dad, Pancho and Lefty, by Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson. Well within in 30 seconds I had the song found, paid for and downloaded. But I downloaded just the song, not the whole album. I thought at the time that I would go back and get the rest of the album later and I probably will, but the single song does prove the point. It is really easy to find the music you want and play it in the&amp;nbsp;way and order you want to, not how the artist intended.&amp;nbsp;Playlist make it so easy, to just throw a "mix" together. I have ones for all kinds of things. From relaxing to high energy&amp;nbsp;for work. Infact the latest iPod is the "Shuffle". The slogan is "Life&amp;nbsp;is Random". I have to admit, kind of want one of these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in this customer centric music purchasing and listening era, how can or will an album, or concept album survive? The kind of albums that you just had to listen to whole. What will keep albums from turning in to just a collection of songs? (Greatest Hits Albums, are of course excluded from this questions.) So I guess as a music fan it is up to us to make sure we put aside the time to listen to the entire album.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110654334023664495?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110654334023664495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110654334023664495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110654334023664495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110654334023664495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-ever-happened-to-album.html' title='What ever happened to the Album'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110610038722422621</id><published>2005-01-18T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T08:39:01.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Picasa 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="'http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/1024/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/collage.jpg" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I downloaded and started playing with &lt;a href="http://www.picasa.com/"&gt;Picasa 2&lt;/a&gt;. I had actually just started to get in to using the previous version I had installed, which was 1.68. Well I am happy&amp;nbsp;to say that version 2 is a big improvement. It struck me that when I first started using Picasa that&amp;nbsp;google had really put together (bought) a good product. Picasa, is the&amp;nbsp;Windows version of &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ilife/iphoto/"&gt;iPhoto&lt;/a&gt;. Now that is a good thing. Apple makes great software&amp;nbsp;and there is a&amp;nbsp;huge gap between what&amp;nbsp;Apple users have and&amp;nbsp;Windows users have available. Yes, there are more "titles" for the PC, the&amp;nbsp;got to have&amp;nbsp;applications that just work on the Apple usually don't have an PC equivent. I mean,&amp;nbsp;Apple ended up writing&amp;nbsp;iTunes for PC. I brillant move if you ask me. Anyhow back to Picasa. What I really like about this program is that is will just go and auto-discover all of your digital images, group them in a album for you, and then let you do what you want from there. It does a lot of the heavy lifting if Digital Photo Managment.&amp;nbsp;One of the new features is captions.&amp;nbsp;This is really a nice feature,&amp;nbsp;because ther are certian images that I refer to by&amp;nbsp;a title or a caption. I don't know about you, but I usually never call an image by it's file name.&amp;nbsp;The creators of the program&amp;nbsp;know that, so not only do you have&amp;nbsp;captions, you also have keywords. Now&amp;nbsp;keywords were in the previous version of the program, and&amp;nbsp;were seemingly easier to add, because there was a keyword button near&amp;nbsp;the image you were working on. Well once you get use to control&amp;nbsp;+&amp;nbsp;k when you want to add a keyword, it is the same interface as the&amp;nbsp;previous version and just as quick.&amp;nbsp;I like the addition of&amp;nbsp;a search field in the upper&amp;nbsp;right hand corner of the screen.&amp;nbsp;This search works just the way I like it do. It shows results as&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;type. &lt;a href="http://www.x1.com/"&gt;X1&lt;/a&gt; for windows, and the next version of Mac OS X&amp;nbsp; spotlight&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;well as iTunes use&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;same&amp;nbsp;method and to me this is the ideal&amp;nbsp;way of searching. Another big add to the&amp;nbsp;applications is support for &lt;a href="http://www.photo.net/learn/raw/"&gt;RAW file format&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;RAW is the file format used&amp;nbsp;by some of the&amp;nbsp;new higher end digital cameras.&amp;nbsp;In short google has given us a really nice PCE version of iPhoto that is really usable, and in which you don't have to have a B.S. in computer science to use, oh, and the best part, it's free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img alt="'Posted" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" hello? by&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110610038722422621?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110610038722422621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110610038722422621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110610038722422621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110610038722422621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/playing-with-picasa2.html' title='Playing with Picasa 2'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110559780526138497</id><published>2005-01-12T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T08:44:29.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now, I know it is Wednesday, but I'm going to talk about Sunday, mostly because I just got the pictures back. Sunday was another one of the rain hard all day and leave you feeling cooped up for days, days. For those of you that don't know, here in the Los Angeles area we have gotten more rain in the past two weeks then we did all of last year. Oh, and all those jokes you hear about Californians not being able to drive in the rain. They are all compeletely true. I will never understand how someone in a lowered SUV with 20 inch rims and 4 video screens can thing that if they just drive fast enough that they can out run the rain drops. But I digress.&amp;nbsp; So sunday night I get the camera out knowing&amp;nbsp; I want to take pictures of the rain but not sure how or what. My Beautiful Wife takes me over to the kitchen window and shows me the rain&amp;nbsp;falling off the flood lights in the backyard. I thought that would me a great picture once out there, I looked at the backdoor and loved the reflection I saw in the window. Both shots were taken at f8 on asa 200 film. The timing was the only thing that was different. The reflection of backdoor,&amp;nbsp;had a shutter speed of &amp;nbsp;1 minute 30 seconds, and out the back door&amp;nbsp;had a shutter speed of&amp;nbsp; 24.7 seconds.&amp;nbsp; I now carry a stopwatch in my camera bag, it saves me from&amp;nbsp;counting out loud and waking up the neighbors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110559780526138497?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110559780526138497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110559780526138497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110559780526138497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110559780526138497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-night-lights.html' title='Sunday Night Lights'/><author><name>Russ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216751.post-110559663262069663</id><published>2005-01-12T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:10:32.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/1024/IMG026.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/IMG026.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of the back door on a cold rainy night&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110559663262069663?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110559663262069663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110559663262069663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110559663262069663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110559663262069663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/reflections-of-back-door-on-cold-rainy.html' title=''/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110559659533587110</id><published>2005-01-12T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:09:55.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/1024/IMG023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/IMG023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the back door on a cold rainy night &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110559659533587110?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110559659533587110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110559659533587110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110559659533587110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110559659533587110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/out-back-door-on-cold-rainy-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110551033503117404</id><published>2005-01-11T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:12:15.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Change</title><content type='html'>Well, Dad the other day asked me to change the sort order from newest to oldests, instead of oldest to newest. Welp, Its Done! There you go Pops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110551033503117404?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110551033503117404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110551033503117404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110551033503117404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110551033503117404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/little-change.html' title='A little Change'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110507585565205503</id><published>2005-01-06T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T08:05:17.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with a 20 buck camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lately,&amp;nbsp;I've been taking some &lt;a href="http://o2bjang.buzznet.com/" target="_blank"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; with my recently aquired&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.photoethnography.com/ClassicCameras/index-frameset.html?AsahiPentaxSpotmatic.html~mainFrame" target="_blank"&gt;Pentax spotmatic II&lt;/a&gt; and having fun with it. It's a great old camera that is almost as old as I am. For some reason, I really like that about it. It's completely manual, apature, shutter speed, everything, so it's had a learning curve, but it's been a lot of fun. Well, like I always do, I did a google search on the camera, and found some &lt;a href="http://www.photoblogs.org/"&gt;photo blogs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that used it, or displayed images that I admired and aspire to be able to&amp;nbsp;take one day. Well one of these photo blogs, Shutterbug in the &lt;a href="http://sh1ft.org/shutterbug/about.html"&gt;about&lt;/a&gt; section, listed a camera, I had never heard of. So of course, I figured it was some high-end camera that I couldn't hope to ever use let alone own. A holga! Well, I googled searched &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=holga&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search"&gt;holga&lt;/a&gt;, and found some interesting stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's a Holga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, a holga is a plastic toy camera, that uses medium format film. The long of it, a holga is a camera constructed almost completely of plastic, with the shutter mechanism being the only exception. It's made in the Peoples Republic of China. The shutter only has one speed 1/100, and there is "two" apature settings, f8 and f11, but actually, it's just f8. Yes, the lens is plastic too! The lens cap is a rubber plastic, that feels like the top of a can of peanuts, just not as thick. Being that a holga isn't construction from "exotic" materials, like aluminum and glass, they are really pretty inexpensive. I got my from &lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/bnh/controller/home?A=RetrieveSku&amp;amp;IC=HO120S&amp;amp;Q=&amp;amp;O="&gt;HB Photo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;including shipping (USPS 1st Class) for $20.65. Not bad for a "Medium format camera". (Side Note, I don't know how it worked, but I got the cheapest shipping that HB Photo offers and the holga showed up in two days! I ordered it tuesday around 10am and it got to the house thursday at 11am.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why a Holga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Holgas take some very interesting and beautiful pictures. There is something about the way the images taken with the holga &lt;a href="http://www.holgacamera.it/gallery/gallery_foto/nyc/foto/foto49.html"&gt;vignette&lt;/a&gt; around the edges. Or the way that that images seem to have a nostalgic feel to them. And for the prices, it seemed like a great way to get to play with medium format film, and just play with photography. The more I looked into it, the more sites I found on modifying your holga. I loved this, it's 20 bucks, and you get to modify it! Sign me up! From what I read, you really need to modify your holga to get some consistent results. For example, there are two little holes in the top of the inside of the camera that leak light. Also the inside of the camera is fairly shiny, so it needs dulled down a little bit. Also, if you don't have velcro, or a rubber band or something that back of the camera can fall off.&amp;nbsp; I loved that! The fact that you had to modify it, even better! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modifying&amp;nbsp;my Holga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I found many sites on how to modify your holga. So armed with some web tutorials, a holga and some hobby tools I went to it. First thing was my holga needed a &lt;a href="http://www.argonauta.com/html/holga_modifications.htm#Tripod" target="_new"&gt;tripod mount&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Armed with a cordless drill , a 1/4 by 20 nylock nut and some epoxy, and ten later my holga had a tripod&amp;nbsp;mount. So feeling pretty good about this, I kept going. Next I "flocked" the inside of the camera. Basically this is painting the inside of the camera with&amp;nbsp;ultra flat black paint.&amp;nbsp;Now it's starting to look like a real holga, well from what I saw online anyway. Next I had to modify the shutter. Now with a normal camera there is no way, I would even thing of it, but this is a holga. After some google searches, I found this article on &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~rellimkm/shutter.html"&gt;modifying the shutter&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, if you can use a piece of wire coat hanger to switch between shutter speeds of 1/100 and "bulb" (the shutter stays open as long as you hold the shuter button down). I also added velcro to the sides and back to keep the back on, and a piece of velcro for over the exposure window for light leak control. I also modified the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/markhahn2000/holga_mods.html"&gt;film gate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;so that the camera with take pictures in a&amp;nbsp;6'X6'&amp;nbsp;exposure.&amp;nbsp;Now, I did have one part that didn't go so good. There is&amp;nbsp;a modification to make the camera have &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/markhahn2000/holga_mods.html"&gt;two apature settings&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I used a little too much epoxy on the back of the apature arm, and it broke the first time I tried it. This is where the holga being a 20 buck camera comes in to play. I just said, well, I guess I don't need it, and just pulled the arm out. It was a lot of fun. It was like putting together a model car when you were a kid, except after you are done you can take pictures with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to perform surgery to get your holga to work, &lt;a href="http://www.holgamods.com/"&gt;Holga Mods&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;offers holgas modified in ways you wouldn't think possible, with good prices.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, I find this camera to be a lot of fun. It looks like a toy camera, so you can't take it or yourself to seriously while using it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110507585565205503?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110507585565205503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110507585565205503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110507585565205503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110507585565205503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/fun-with-20-buck-camera.html' title='Fun with a 20 buck camera'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110496459162197294</id><published>2005-01-05T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T14:42:08.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Generation out of Visio...Sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so I have been planning to write this post for awhile now, and for some reason, I just haven't been able to sit down and do it. That being said, I have to warn you from the start, this is going to be fairly technical. With that being said, I've always liked the idea of code generations. It has always surprised me that code generators where not more integrated in to tools like Visio in the past. I know that next version if Visual Studio is going to have a strong tie into Visio, and that the current version if VS can reverse engineer your project in to Visio UML, but that just wasn't quite what I wanted. You see our current process is to use UML to in Visio to define the class structure of our projects. This is really nice because it helps you to think through your code before you start writing anything. You think through the data relationships, and how different parts of the project will interact with each other. Using this method, you create a model of the code, complete with classes, properties, variables and methods. The are all named and have their elationships created. Now here is where the disconnect was for me, after that is done, you have to write all the code that does that. So you have to retype every class name, property name, variable name and method name. Well, like any developer worth their salt, I am lazy in a good way. (In the&amp;nbsp;way that makes you figure out how to not do repeatitive tasks over and over again, not the way&amp;nbsp;where you sit on the sofa and order your children to do your choirs and&amp;nbsp;drink too much beer&amp;nbsp;kind of way.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;So in looking for a solution to my dilema, I turned to google!. After some searching, I found nothing that worked like I imagined it should (darn imagination always getting in the way). But I did find somethings that worked in their own way, and I just kind of merged them. One of the first articles I came across with how to export UML to XMI, (Note that is XMI, not XML). While this was on the way to what I wanted it just handled a small part of it. So the article I rain into was on the Microsoft site. The article &lt;a href="http://msdn.microsoft.com/library/default.asp?url=/library/en-us/dnvisio02/html/umlxmi.asp"&gt;UML to XMI Export Functionality&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;did get me on my way. I do have to warn you though, this one isn't for the faint of heart. You have to complie C++ code, and Add a Add-on in to Visio. Basically, if you don't think you are going to use this, don't download it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am thinking great, I have my UML exported to XMI, now I just need to convert the &lt;a href="http://objectsbydesign.com/projects/xmi_to_html.html"&gt;XMI into XML&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;As it turns out, converting XMI, in to XML isn't that bad. I found an article about converting XMI, in to HTML, and I figured, well if they can convert it to HTML, I can convert it to XML. Well the article was so helpful, I basically just rewrote the XSL, that they used to create the HTML, to create XML. One thing to note, the uml.dtd file that they supply in the &lt;a href="http://objectsbydesign.com/projects/xmi-to-html.zip"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt;, is so valuable. You can't create the xml file without it! The article was very well written and laid out, I was able to create my &lt;a href="http://www.themusictap.com/russ/files/xmi.xsl"&gt;xsl&lt;/a&gt; transform on the train ride in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I have XML from my UML, and it only took two terrifying steps. (if you don't count, the compiling of code and installing stuff in the visio directory that really could of goofed it up, if I had done it wrong and make me have to unistall and reinstall Visio.) So now, I just need something to write the code right. Well that will be handled by Eric J. Smith's great product "&lt;A href="http://www.ericjsmith.net/codesmith/"&gt;CodeSmith&lt;/A&gt;". Honestly, if you develop applications in .NET, CodeSmith is a must have. Now with CodeSmith and this great article from The Code Project on Business &lt;a href="http://www.codeproject.com/csharp/BusnessObjectGenerator.asp"&gt;Objects for CodeSmith&lt;/a&gt;. The nice thing about this article, is that the code examples are wonderful, and there for&amp;nbsp;you to&amp;nbsp;extend. Which we have, we can now pick between generating code for&amp;nbsp;C# and VB.&amp;nbsp;Of course there is so much&amp;nbsp;that can be done with this framework. Now with everthing together&amp;nbsp;we are able to generate code from Visio... Sort Of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110496459162197294?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110496459162197294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110496459162197294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110496459162197294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110496459162197294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/code-generation-out-of-visiosort-of.html' title='Code Generation out of Visio...Sort of'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110487375178409515</id><published>2005-01-04T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:22:31.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Clothing Purchase</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, I think that I have found my next &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/7029/"&gt;clothing&lt;/a&gt; purchase. It is sublime, yet understated, with a dash of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110487375178409515?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110487375178409515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110487375178409515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110487375178409515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110487375178409515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/next-clothing-purchase.html' title='Next Clothing Purchase'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110485806589313348</id><published>2005-01-04T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:07:06.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drool Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/640/rufcat02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/rufcat02.jpg" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are typing on the keyboard it somehow always makes the Rufus want to come up and drool all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" by hello?&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110485806589313348?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110485806589313348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110485806589313348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110485806589313348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110485806589313348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-you-are-typing-on-keyboard-it.html' title='The Drool Kitty'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110438654665363973</id><published>2004-12-29T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:08:41.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead us not into temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/640/IMG021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Let us not into temptation" hspace="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/IMG021.jpg" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is my first real attempt at photography at night (althought it is the second exposure). I took it on the way in to work at around 5:45am in the morning. It was all light up, and was the only thing that had activity. So I parked, pulled out the tripod and the camera, set up the camera, and the cable release, and set the apeture at f8 and set the shutter speed to "B" bulb. I held the shutter open for a count of twelve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I titled this photo "Lead us not into temptation" . Mostly for comedic affect. As you all know, I am allergic to wheat, so doughnuts are double trouble for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/'" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" hello? by&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110438654665363973?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110438654665363973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110438654665363973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110438654665363973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110438654665363973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-this-is-my-first-real-attempt-at.html' title='Lead us not into temptation'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110417637681442295</id><published>2004-12-27T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T12:56:55.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So there is one song that I keep listening to over and over again on the train ride into work.&amp;nbsp; It makes me think of all of the things I see each day and want to&amp;nbsp;share with my Beautiful&amp;nbsp;Wife&amp;nbsp;but cant', because I can't describe what I see well enough to paint the mental picture, or life gets in the way and makes me forget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3X5 by John Mayer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm writing you to&lt;br /&gt;Catch you up on places I've been&lt;br /&gt;You held this letter&lt;br /&gt;Probably got excited, but there's nothing else inside it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have a camera by my side this time&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm&lt;br /&gt;In the mood to lose my way with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today skies are painted colors of a cowboy's cliche'&lt;br /&gt;And strange how clouds that look like mountains in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are next to mountains anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have a camera by my side this time&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm in the mood to lose my way&lt;br /&gt;But let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes&lt;br /&gt;It brought me back to life&lt;br /&gt;You'll be with me next time I go outside&lt;br /&gt;Just no more 3x5's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you had to be there&lt;br /&gt;Guess you had to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally overcame&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to fit the world inside a picture frame&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm in the mood to&lt;br /&gt;Lose my way but let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes&lt;br /&gt;It brought me back to life&lt;br /&gt;You'll be with me next time I go outside&lt;br /&gt;No more 3x5's&lt;br /&gt;Just no more 3x5's &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110417637681442295?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110417637681442295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110417637681442295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110417637681442295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110417637681442295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/train-song.html' title='Train Song'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110377503597355776</id><published>2004-12-22T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:10:35.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New lyrics to an old song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight we decided that we would have &lt;a href="http://www.jambajuice.com/"&gt;Jamba Juice&lt;/a&gt; for dinner. Of course it's never simple to get where you are going around the holidays. That being said, our local Jamba Juice is right next to the Mall. So I don't have to tell you how bad it was...but I will. Basically it took 20 minutes to drive a 1/4 mile. So between the traffic and the bad christmas music being played at levels generally reserved for arena rock concerts, I came up with some new word to an old song.&amp;nbsp; So please read the lyrics while humming the song "Let it Snow".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the Traffic outside is frightful&lt;br /&gt;And the drivers in the parking lot seem so spiteful&lt;br /&gt;So if we've no place to go&lt;br /&gt;lets stay home&lt;br /&gt;lets stay home&lt;br /&gt;lets stay home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110377503597355776?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110377503597355776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110377503597355776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110377503597355776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110377503597355776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-lyrics-to-old-song.html' title='New lyrics to an old song'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110365571608604561</id><published>2004-12-21T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:13:51.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Boy goes for a joy ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This post is written mostly by my Beautiful Wife. I have only changed the names to protect the guilty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is her Tale:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;This morning The Little&amp;nbsp;Boy&amp;nbsp;(Are we really sure he is just 4 years old) put on his "superhero" shirt and said he was going to go see stepbrother. He put the leash on Max the Wonder Puppy, took the car keys down from the hook by the door and went outside to the car. He put Max the Wonder Puppy in the back seat, took his carseat, placed it in the drivers seat, pushed the button and moved the chair forward to the steering wheel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Released the emergency brake and put the keys in the ignigtion. He then started the car....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been watching from the door never in a million years thinking&amp;nbsp;he had the process down to this extent. When he started the car I went out and dragged his screamming and kicking body, along with Max the Wonder Puppy back in the house.&lt;br /&gt;I am now getting my clothes on and am going to take them to go for a hike and a long talk about how some things are just for grownups.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp;I was explaining that he couldnt drive the car becasue it wasnt safe for him, HE explained to ME that, "I honk the horn at people. Its okay, seee." I think the trouble is going to come in convincing him that he isnt big enough to do it and after him going through the process of starting the car, Im not really sure he couldn't be a better driver than most of the people out there on the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110365571608604561?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110365571608604561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110365571608604561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110365571608604561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110365571608604561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-boy-goes-for-joy-ride.html' title='The Little Boy goes for a joy ride'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110334273624718272</id><published>2004-12-17T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:05:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, It passed by yesterday and I didn't even realize it. Yesterday was this blogs 1 year anniversary. I can't believe that I've been ranting online for a year now. I remember I just started this as a sounding board. I started it really &lt;a href="http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2003/12/just-did-bills.html"&gt;simple&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Of course I've gone a little &lt;a href="http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/05/searching-indexing-services-with.html"&gt;further of that&lt;/a&gt;. I think I've kept pretty true to the the description. "Rantings and Ravings on Technology, Geekdom, Music, Life and some other stuff. Of course that is a little vague. :-)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110334273624718272?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110334273624718272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110334273624718272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110334273624718272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110334273624718272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/1-year-and-counting.html' title='1 year and counting'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110325689983486475</id><published>2004-12-16T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T20:14:59.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Classic Movie are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com:777/movie/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Classic Movie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110325689983486475?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110325689983486475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110325689983486475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110325689983486475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110325689983486475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-classic-movie-are-you.html' title='What Classic Movie are you?'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110322926979272956</id><published>2004-12-16T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T13:25:07.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CruiseControl for .NET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Joe Field has written a great article on setting up CruiseControl.NET from &lt;a href="http://joefield.mysite4now.com/blog/articles/146.aspx"&gt;Scratch&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I forgot, here is the SourceForge.net link to &lt;a href="http://sourceforge.net/projects/ccnet"&gt;CruiseControl.NET&lt;/a&gt;, as the link in the article times out before it'll open&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110322926979272956?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110322926979272956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110322926979272956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110322926979272956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110322926979272956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/cruisecontrol-for-net.html' title='CruiseControl for .NET'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110296173018814070</id><published>2004-12-13T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T10:15:30.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade iPod ad</title><content type='html'>I thought that this was very interesting. George Masters has created his own version of an &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/news/mediaplayer/0,2108,65996-mplay=choose,00.html"&gt;iPod commercial&lt;/a&gt;. There is a great &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/news/mac/0,2125,66001,00.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about this on wired. In short, he has created a great 60 second commercial that is up to the apple standard. If you ask me they should hire him straight away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110296173018814070?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110296173018814070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110296173018814070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110296173018814070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110296173018814070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/homemade-ipod-ad.html' title='Homemade iPod ad'/><author><name>Russ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216751.post-110295267413685185</id><published>2004-12-13T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T07:44:34.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's new project</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I got to help Dad on his new project. He got a 2001 Triumph Daytona 955i. It's a really nice bike. It does have a couple of issues, like it needs front forks. Truth betold, that just isn't that big a deal. after converting a dirt bike in to a quad, restoring this bike just isn't going to be any problem. We decided to document the bikes transformation. &lt;a href="http://russbike.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110295267413685185?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110295267413685185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110295267413685185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110295267413685185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110295267413685185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/dads-new-project.html' title='Dad&apos;s new project'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110272785520937037</id><published>2004-12-10T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T17:17:35.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years</title><content type='html'>Well today is December 10th, which means that I've been at my job officially for three years. It's amazing how fast the time has gone. The good news is, I stilll feel like I have I have a lot to add and I can facilitate change. Which is a pretty big thing, I mean, for the most part I feel like I am still learning and growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110272785520937037?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110272785520937037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110272785520937037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110272785520937037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110272785520937037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/3-years.html' title='3 Years'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110270509314481610</id><published>2004-12-10T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T11:02:43.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Tech Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/640/rufcat01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/rufcat01.jpg' align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Rufus is a high tech cat. He traded in his sqeeky mouse for a computer mouse (Optical of course, cause you can't clean a regular mouse out when you don't have thumbs). And like most of us, he rests his head on the keyboard when he is frustrated with the computer, or trying to figure out the best way to get to the next level in &lt;a href="http://insider.ign.com/videos/teasers/571/571577.html"&gt;Star Wars: Republic Commando&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110270509314481610?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110270509314481610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110270509314481610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110270509314481610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110270509314481610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/high-tech-cat.html' title='High Tech Cat'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110254500489695912</id><published>2004-12-08T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T14:30:04.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>User Centered Application Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Application testing has been a big part of my workload lately. One application we use internally creates these very old and very propietary file formats that are downloaded into these very old propietary application. Well lately it has been having "issues". Under certain situations the file created&amp;nbsp;has spaces in it. Well of course the propietary system throws a hissy fit everytime that it encounters a space.&amp;nbsp; Of course whenever the system has one of these little fits we have to fix it and figure out what happened. Now I am also doing&amp;nbsp;Information&amp;nbsp;Architecture&amp;nbsp;for a design. Having these two things on the brain at the same time, it hit me all of the sudden if I create a user profiles for my Information Architecture, why not create user profiles form my applications, especially for my testing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lets say this application is for a loan. Well there several ways to fill out a loan application. So I create 5 to 10 user profiles ranging from a young adult to a retired couple.&amp;nbsp; Then I create an xml file with all values that my application has, and fill it out according to which user profile I am working on. Then I load the values in to memory and test from there. While this isn't completely worked out in my head I thought I would jot down the theory behind the idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110254500489695912?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110254500489695912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110254500489695912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110254500489695912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110254500489695912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/user-centered-application-testing.html' title='User Centered Application Testing'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110250923978425634</id><published>2004-12-08T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T06:43:03.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Another Subject</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, so the skater punk of my youth, thinks that these two clips of &lt;a href="http://www.dannyway.com/"&gt;Danny Way&lt;/a&gt; jumping the 75' gap is just amazing. If he was in the air any longer it would require a pilot's license.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.dannyway.com/_videos/mega1.mov"&gt;Clip1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dannyway.com/_videos/worldrecord_line.mov"&gt;Clip2&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warning: Kids don't try this at home. Because even if you do figure out a way of building the ramps and are able to pull off the jump, your little brother will tell the neighbor kid, and he will tell his Mom and his Mom will tell your Mom and your Mom will be standing in the middle of the ramp with her arms crossed giving you that, I am really disappointed in you/I am so mad at you right now/wait till your father gets home&amp;nbsp;look. And we all know that look means "grounded for life!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110250923978425634?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110250923978425634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110250923978425634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110250923978425634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110250923978425634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-another-subject.html' title='On Another Subject'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110239850627204436</id><published>2004-12-06T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:48:26.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>User Centered Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight I am doing a little research on User Centered Design. User Centered Design goes hand and hand with Usability and Information Architecture. Here are some links that explain the advantages much better than I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stcsig.org/usability/topics/articles/ucd%20_web_devel.html" target="_blank"&gt;User-Centered Design and Web Development&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webstyleguide.com/interface/user-centered.html" target="_blank"&gt;INTERFACE DESIGN: User-centered design&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usableweb.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Usable Web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-3.ibm.com/ibm/easy/eou_ext.nsf/publish/570" target="_blank"&gt;IBM Ease of Use - User -Centered Design&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110239850627204436?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110239850627204436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110239850627204436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110239850627204436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110239850627204436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/user-centered-design.html' title='User Centered Design'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110235971150438352</id><published>2004-12-06T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:01:51.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happens to all of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When you work with clients, be it internal clients in your company or doing freelance work and have clients that are not as educated as one would hope, we all run into these little communication issues. These little issues usually are amazingly frustrating. So here is a site dedicated to them. &lt;a href="http://www.clientcopia.com/" target="_blank"&gt;clientcopia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110235971150438352?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110235971150438352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110235971150438352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110235971150438352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110235971150438352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-happens-to-all-of-us.html' title='It happens to all of us'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110235790886750572</id><published>2004-12-06T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T10:31:48.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In implementing any good website you need to layout the information in a logically format and flow. This is called "Information Architecture". Truth betold this is&amp;nbsp;just as&amp;nbsp;important to how useful and usable your website&amp;nbsp;as the design. Now I&amp;nbsp;know that some designers out there would disagree with me, but if the navigation doesn't make sense, people aren't going to stay at your site for very long.&amp;nbsp; However there isn't nearly as many online articles on IA as there are for making those apple-like gel buttons in photoshop. So here is a list of some articles that I find useful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://webmonkey.wired.com/webmonkey/design/site_building/tutorials/tutorial1.html" target="_blank"&gt;Information Architecture Tutoral&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evolt.org/article/Information_Architecture_for_Everyone/4090/45991/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Information Architecture for Everyone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jjg.net/ia/visvocab/" target="_blank"&gt;Visual Vocabulary for Information Architecture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jjg.net/ia/" target="_blank"&gt;Information Architecture Resources&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110235790886750572?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110235790886750572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110235790886750572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110235790886750572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110235790886750572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/information-architecture.html' title='Information Architecture'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110209932673484880</id><published>2004-12-03T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T10:42:06.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing at a Whole new level</title><content type='html'>So Amazon is trying something new. The gimick is a cute short film that has a good message to it. Of course in the film are carefully placed products. At the end of the film those products are listed as cast members, and on the page below are links to those items. I'm not sure whether this is brilliant or evil. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/browse/-/13609421/102-3210098-5652928" target="_blank"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110209932673484880?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110209932673484880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110209932673484880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110209932673484880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110209932673484880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/marketing-at-whole-new-level.html' title='Marketing at a Whole new level'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110201634093323296</id><published>2004-12-02T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T11:39:00.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Secret Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Something that till now, only my Beautiful Wife and close friends and family members knew. Are your ready? Okay, here goes, I love infomercials. I know, I know, how in the world could I like them, right? Well, I do, I don't know why, I just do. My new favorite is the &lt;a href="http://www.asseenontv.com/prod-pages/magic_bullet.html" target="_blank"&gt;Magic Bullet&lt;/a&gt;. The whole idea, that people would invite you to a party, and show you how they&amp;nbsp;prepared&amp;nbsp;all the food for the party with this little magic machine is brillant. Of course there is no way in real life that anything like that would happen. Which is probably why I like it so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course I can't leave out the inventor of the informercial, Ron Popeil. You have to has some respect for the man that invented &lt;a href="http://www.ronco.com/products/glhHairSystem.di4?productID=11" target="_blank"&gt;hair in a can&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.ronco.com/products/pocketFisherman.di4?productID=10" target="_blank"&gt;pocket fisherman&lt;/a&gt;. His latest and greatest is the new &lt;a href="http://www.ronco.com/products/rotisserie_pro.di4?productID=3" target="_blank"&gt;"Showtime Pro"&lt;/a&gt;. And of course it is all very affordable with only eight&amp;nbsp;easy payments of&amp;nbsp;$31.95. I don't know why, but I simply love that. The fact that it's marketing that is just right out there.&amp;nbsp;It isn't trying to connect with you emotionaly, just here's the product, this is what it does, and oh yeah it pretty affordable.&amp;nbsp; Ron, always comes up with the best little tag lines. "Set it and forget it." You can just say it,&amp;nbsp;and people will&amp;nbsp;say "oh, you have a Showtime Rotisserie Oven too!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now what really makes informercials the best, is the "if you call with in the next 20 minutes" call to action. This is where they think they have you hooked and, BAM, they hit you with the free ginsu knifes and the &lt;a href="http://www.ronco.com/products/flavorInjector.di4?productID=15" target="_blank"&gt;solid flavor injector&lt;/a&gt;, a 59.99 value, absolutely free! And if that isn't enough, they will even reduce the payments by one. You have to love this, they know that everyone wants something for nothing, and that is just what they are playing too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So by now you are thinking that my house is filled with products "&lt;A href="http://www.asseenontv.com/" target=_blank&gt;AS Seen on TV&lt;/A&gt;". But, no not so much. You see, they are all what we call in my house "turniptwatelors". And you don't actually buy them, you just sit back and enjoy them through the magic of television.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110201634093323296?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110201634093323296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110201634093323296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110201634093323296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110201634093323296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/secret-passion.html' title='a Secret Passion'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110201415039204371</id><published>2004-12-02T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T07:31:13.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is a designer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever notice that everyone thinks they are a designer? Honestly, everyone does. This has always been the case and it seems to be getting worse. When I did graphic design, every customer thought they could design. My first taste of this was the first business card I designed. It followed all the good design rules, no element was to large to detract from the other elements. At a glance, you would know the companies name, their telephone number and who you were dealing with. It had a design that drew your eye from the top left corner to the bottom right. Of course the customer wanted their logo that they had designed themselves (which of course took four hours of clean up to make usable) to be bigger and the phone number to be smaller, and really completely threw off the&amp;nbsp;balance completely. They were thrilled with this version and I hated. But&amp;nbsp;I had bills to pay and had to eat, so they were right. It didn't matter to them that my design made them more memorable and less like everyone business card.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flash&amp;nbsp;forward a couple of years, it's the dotcom boom, and I am working at one of the big music websites. One of the sites I was&amp;nbsp;responsible for was the an DC&amp;nbsp;site. It featured clips from the past AB shows, and audio clips of the songs that were DC's&amp;nbsp;number one for the weekly top&amp;nbsp;40. The site had a black background, a header, navigation on the left side, and content in the middle. just like&amp;nbsp;almost every site on the internet. &amp;nbsp;Anyhow, we get a call from&amp;nbsp;DC's lawyers, and they tell us that there needs to be a clear division between the navigation and the content. Now, the site had been up for awhile, it was very user friendly. They just somehow thought that for "legal" reasons, it needed to be their. So I said apparently this was something they taught at the Harvard School of Law and Design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flash forward to today. I find out from my boss, that someone that hasn't studied design, usability, trends in the industry has made more design decisions for us. I already feel that the usability of the design has been choked, with my only relief from that feeling being that we will get to redesign it. Adjust the architecture to fit the growth that we need.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know what to think. The whole corporate status quo thing just doesn't work for me. I like new designs. I like new projects. I like learning new things. Working on leading edge technology. Don't get me wrong, I do understand the difference between bleeding edge and leading edge. I guess I'm just a frustrated designer, frustrated by people that think art is a waste of time, and are willing to tell me what is a good design, when I have spent so much time studying design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110201415039204371?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110201415039204371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110201415039204371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110201415039204371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110201415039204371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/12/everyone-is-designer.html' title='Everyone is a designer'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110160950148823856</id><published>2004-11-27T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:38:21.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>This weekend we spend some time with my Beautiful Wife's Family. The Quote of the week if from Joe. He is my Wife's Niece's father inlaw. The context was he was talking with a younger family member that just had his baby born the day before. &amp;lt;quote src="Joe"&amp;gt;Remember, accidents cause people!&amp;lt;/quote&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110160950148823856?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110160950148823856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110160950148823856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110160950148823856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110160950148823856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/11/quote-of-week_27.html' title='Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110136017728071703</id><published>2004-11-24T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:22:57.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These evening I was doing a little web surfing and came across something I thought was, well pretty cool. This site could change it's stylesheet (how a web page defines how it will look) on the fly. Well I had been thinking about changing the look of the blog for a little while now&amp;nbsp;and I&amp;nbsp;thought, hey this is perfect. I can give it two new looks and while keeping the one that everyone knows. So I did a quick google search and came across a very good &lt;a href="http://www.alistapart.com/articles/alternate/" target="_blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that spells it all out for you, and gives you to code to do it. So with code in hand I decided to start. But what should my themes be? Well the orginal one has a paper feel to it. And I thought I wanted two additional, then I remember playing paper, rock, scissors with my Sister over the phone. So that being that, you will see to the side under email me "Choose a Style" and under that the chooses are paper rock scissors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me what you think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110136017728071703?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110136017728071703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110136017728071703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110136017728071703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110136017728071703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/11/little-change.html' title='A Little Change'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110134099491106398</id><published>2004-11-24T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:14:20.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I am having a hard time figuring something out. Maybe you can help me. Why is it, that when I am going to take a couple days off, I end up getting projects that have to be done before I leave, and require me to work the same amount of time as if I weren't taking the days off? So here is the equation as I see it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Normal" Work Week&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8hrs X 5 = 40hrs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(11hrs X 6) = 4hrs = 70hrs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(8hrsX3) -(8hrsX2) + (4hrs OT X 3) = 36 hrs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay by my math, I'm only four hours short for the week, working just the three days. If it's just four hours, are they really days off, or just hours that have been rearrange to appear to be days off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You be the Judge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110134099491106398?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110134099491106398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110134099491106398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110134099491106398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110134099491106398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/11/work-math.html' title='Work Math'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110113359033120224</id><published>2004-11-22T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:26:30.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Checking my email this morning, I came across a gem of a quote. There right between the email ad for the local home improvement super center and a spam email from someone in canada saying they can get me perscription drugs online for a third of the price was an email from Grandpa K. There was no subject line, just an email. So I open it up and there is this quote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;quote src="Grandpa K"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to become a man of success, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rather try to become a man of value.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/quote&amp;gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good Quote to start the week, don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110113359033120224?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110113359033120224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110113359033120224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110113359033120224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110113359033120224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/11/quote-of-week_22.html' title='Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110099942593279742</id><published>2004-11-20T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T17:19:08.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working late on a Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/640/matisse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/32/2123/320/matisse.jpg" align="left" border="0" margin:2px? #000000; solid&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy here at work tonight. It's 5:00 pm, and we are debugging issues with the switches and vlans. I still have at least a couple hours to go on writing an application that does things that I don't completely understand. And I am tired from only getting about 4 hrs. of sleep. It has been pretty much like this all week, so why should I be surprised that its that way on s saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I needed to look at something calming and serene. This little flower in the middle of the field should do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absmiddle" border="0" hello? by&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110099942593279742?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110099942593279742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110099942593279742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110099942593279742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110099942593279742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/11/working-late-on-saturday-night.html' title='Working late on a Saturday Night'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110049567009699802</id><published>2004-11-14T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T08:45:09.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's offical, I am an adult</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This evening the &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/ama/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;American Music Awards&lt;/a&gt; is on, and I can't watch it. I tried, I really and truly tried and I just couldn't do it. I watch the opening with Gwen Stefani, and could only watch 30 seconds of it before I had to change the channel. I turned back 20 minutes later and there was this rap/R&amp;amp;B/ridiculous noise "act". I didn't know what that noise was, I just knew that it wasn't music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I thought that is it, I'm never watching any of those music award shows again. They don't televise the music that deserves the awards, just the music that the A&amp;amp;R guys have pushed down the publics throw and have told kids it is cool. They only televise the "Performers" that have to lip sync to their "own" songs.&amp;nbsp; The other acts they televise are the people that really know how to over sing a song. They sing these vocal "runs" that are the vocal equivalent of a 3 minute guitar solo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, instead of getting to watch my favorite show "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" because the award show is on, so I watched the 5 time Emmy winner "Arrested Development". Which is funny, but just a little on the twisted side. So I am an adult, who can't stand the music that is "popular" by todays standards..... Thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110049567009699802?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110049567009699802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110049567009699802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110049567009699802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110049567009699802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-offical-i-am-adult.html' title='It&apos;s offical, I am an adult'/><author><name>Russ</name><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-6216751.post-110006699543472018</id><published>2004-11-09T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T06:39:40.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing and the Persuaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight I am watching the show Frontline on PBS. This episode is&amp;nbsp;called the the &lt;a href="http://shrinkster.com/23k" target="_blank"&gt;Persuaders&lt;/a&gt;. It's a very interesting documentary style show. This one in particular, because it is discussing, marketing and branding. One of the issues it was talking about was the noise that is out their for us the consumers to have to wade through. The other is how they sell to us. One of the ways is basically they sell to us on an emotional level. They try to sell to you on a psuedo-spiritual level. They work to make the products they are trying to sell you an experience. What I am getting from this show, is that it's scary how much research they do to figure out how to sell anything from shoes to coffee is amazing. Ad adjencies are even working at combining the TV shows we watch with the products they want us to buy. I know thiis is true. One of my favorite shows does this rather blatantly. &lt;a href="http://shrinkster.com/23l" target="_blank"&gt;Extreme Makeover Home Edition&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;is sponsored by&amp;nbsp;Sears and you see the&amp;nbsp;Designers from the shows going&amp;nbsp;into and shopping&amp;nbsp;at Sears. &amp;nbsp;This show does the emotional level selling and tugs at your heart, and says hey good things do happen, and sears does it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing that gets me is the&amp;nbsp;combination or relationship&amp;nbsp;of Design and Marketing. It's a very lovehate relationship. Marketing needs design to get it's message across, and design needs marketing to pay for it. Design, the design that I learned says, less is more, that whitespace is king and that the more whitespace you have the more the element you have on the page is pronounced. By marketing says, hey, we have this space right here, what if we put an ad here. Of course as a designer, you go, no you can't do that. That will throw off the entire design. Of course that no, doesn't stand, and after a losing the battle you,&amp;nbsp;trying hard to design&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;"ad" that you didn't want to make in the first place and knew would throw off the design. So you work hard to create an&amp;nbsp;"ad" that, while still throws off the design, it doesn't throw it off as bad as it could be. So you create the "ad" and create a template so that marketing can create the ad themselves and it stays within the design schema that you worked so hard to create. So after feeling better about the fact you lost the battle, you hand them this design framework, which is quickly thrown out the window.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So as a designer, you feel that you have soldout on your design. In the end it turns out being something you aren't proud of anymore, where the inital untouched design, you were so proud of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end it amazes me how much marketing affects our lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216751-110006699543472018?l=o2bjang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/feeds/110006699543472018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6216751&amp;postID=110006699543472018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110006699543472018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6216751/posts/default/110006699543472018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o2bjang.blogspot.com/2004/11/marketing-and-persuaders.html' title='Marketing and the Persuaders'/><author><name>Russ</name><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></feed>
