<?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-881265328854256688</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:57:34.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes to the Ocean</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2671994573397573743</id><published>2010-06-28T20:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:04:51.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>samurphy.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2010/06/samurphy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2671994573397573743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2671994573397573743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2010/06/samurphy.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-920176363557044972</id><published>2009-09-29T02:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:04:06.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><summary type='text'>I should address the fact that it is Autumn.  I have spent more Autumns outside of the country in which I was born than inside of it.  Autumn is the season of my date of birth.  Autumn has always been filled to the brim with joy and sorrow.  Autumn is here and I'm dreading the sorrow that will undoubtedly come.  Last year I spent Autumn basking in Spring, and that did not succeed in keeping </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/920176363557044972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/920176363557044972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5406812286401652138</id><published>2009-09-10T02:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:00:09.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've kinda fallen off the blogging wagon.  I'm sorry.  I'll see what I can do about that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-kinda-fallen-off-blogging-wagon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5406812286401652138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5406812286401652138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-kinda-fallen-off-blogging-wagon.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2345060406504681393</id><published>2009-09-02T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:31:34.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying what you mean and meaning what you say.</title><summary type='text'>To say something, anything, costs little.  It can be as easy as a lie.  But it is so much more complicated than considering what the "truth" is and what the words were.  It isn't an easy subtraction where the ideal is that they are equal.Woman: Does this make me look fat?Man:  No.What is the truth? Is there a lie?Is there truth?  It's a complicated situation.  The woman's question might not be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/09/saying-what-you-mean-and-meaning-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2345060406504681393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2345060406504681393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/09/saying-what-you-mean-and-meaning-what.html' title='Saying what you mean and meaning what you say.'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5582212745761488581</id><published>2009-08-27T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:40:29.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Habari gani?</title><summary type='text'>Salama tu.  Mostly.This guy tells an interesting story that I wasn't really aware of.  I don't think it's particularly rampant but I'm glad I've read it.Kiswahili is going very well.  As tired as I was today, Kiswahili perked me up for the day.  RLST is also very very good.Scott Miller is someone I've recently discovered.  I like it.  It makes me think of those Ozark Mountain Daredevils.Some </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/08/habari-gani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5582212745761488581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5582212745761488581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/08/habari-gani.html' title='Habari gani?'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5652876604778948858</id><published>2009-08-18T16:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:36:44.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One-Way Round Trip</title><summary type='text'>So, this past weekend Dad drove up to give me a ride to Springfield.  There, at 0921, I flew to Chicago.  At the 604, I boarded a plane bound for Denver, Colorado.  Waiting for me in Denver was a plane going to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.  At 1604, in OKC, Mom and Gracie picked me up and we drove to Charleston, arriving at 2345 the next day.That's about 1500 miles flying, 675 miles driving, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-way-round-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5652876604778948858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5652876604778948858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-way-round-trip.html' title='One-Way Round Trip'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5562321949933038772</id><published>2009-08-06T02:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:25:25.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>zero sum</title><summary type='text'>I'm registered for classes now.  I'm taking Math 463, English 114, and Swahili 201.  It's 12 credit hours and I feel very good about my course selections.  Probability and Statistics will undoubtedly be the hardest class, but I have no choice but to do well in it.  The Bible as Literature is taught by a professor I've had before, whom I liked, so I feel confident about it.  Elementary Swahili is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/08/zero-sum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5562321949933038772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5562321949933038772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/08/zero-sum.html' title='zero sum'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8325681723534853950</id><published>2009-07-27T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:30:25.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Made it to the final four of the WAL interviews.  That's good.Went to a bachelor party in indi on saturday.  That was off the hook.  I cut someone's shoe in half.I'll have my university bill paid in 24 hours.  That will allow me to register for classes.I bought a truck for $200 last week.  It will be good for parts or as a project vehicle.I've had some real and honest conversation with Allison.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8325681723534853950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8325681723534853950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1698829388444670868</id><published>2009-07-21T04:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T04:40:04.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John 8:32</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/john-832.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1698829388444670868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1698829388444670868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/john-832.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5930005339931566986</id><published>2009-07-16T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:06:54.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is a day of action.  Today was a day of rest.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-day-of-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5930005339931566986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5930005339931566986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-day-of-action.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-749648085577108867</id><published>2009-07-15T03:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:17:47.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so many irons in the fire... I barely know where to put my hopes.  : )</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-many-irons-in-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/749648085577108867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/749648085577108867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-many-irons-in-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5835563912530351403</id><published>2009-07-07T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:13:20.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Taste</title><summary type='text'>Oh, Howzit?  I went up to Chicago for Fourth of July and/or Taste of Chicago and/or to visit Mike and Sara and/or to sight see Chi-Town.  It was lots and lots of fun.  Allison and I took the train up and Mike brought us to his new apartment via the L.  [I like to call it el L; no one else likes this.]  Their apartment is very nice.  It has much character and lots of angles.On the 4th it rained so</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-taste.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5835563912530351403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5835563912530351403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-taste.html' title='Just a Taste'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3361552589730116189</id><published>2009-06-30T16:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:06:23.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard not to like this game</title><summary type='text'>http://www.donpixel.com/play/en/060413201807/</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hard-not-to-like-this-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3361552589730116189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3361552589730116189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hard-not-to-like-this-game.html' title='it&apos;s hard not to like this game'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4549746060409179741</id><published>2009-06-30T02:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:50:33.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Grace Murphy</title><summary type='text'>I attended a baptism on Sunday.  It was at a Lutheran church.  The sermon featured Mark 5:22-43.  The pastor had some interesting insights on it.  For example, there is a theme of non-traditional Christian thought in the woman believing that touching that which is holy will make her holy.  It is also present in the fact that Mark records the Aramaic that Jesus speaks when He heals the girl.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/barbara-grace-murphy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4549746060409179741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4549746060409179741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/barbara-grace-murphy.html' title='Barbara Grace Murphy'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-961754257221166949</id><published>2009-06-29T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:31:18.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Dun Got Hitched!</title><summary type='text'>So, Laura is now married.  Now there is only Laura Pullen.  That's weird.  The wedding was very nice and very dry.  Venues were tasteful and enjoyable.  The music was very nice... very Laura.  : )  Rachel sang.  It was good to hear her sing again.  She also gave a speech that was well done.I had a lot of fun sitting with Cat, David, Lucy and some other people.  Mike and Jeff were no shows.  They </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/laura-dun-got-hitched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/961754257221166949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/961754257221166949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/laura-dun-got-hitched.html' title='Laura Dun Got Hitched!'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-6193075386225250291</id><published>2009-06-26T04:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:36:02.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all w's</title><summary type='text'>my retroactive withdrawal was approved.  I now have a chance.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-ws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6193075386225250291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6193075386225250291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-ws.html' title='all w&apos;s'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7999253862446133091</id><published>2009-06-19T16:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:47:43.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's hot an muggy.  I would just like to acknowledge that I've noticed.Father's Day coming up, I got dad something cool.  I hope he can use it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hot-muggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7999253862446133091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7999253862446133091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-hot-muggy.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8594489445996114072</id><published>2009-06-17T17:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:21:30.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t, shirts!</title><summary type='text'>http://shirt.woot.com/Friends.aspx?k=8681 -- clever and cutehttp://shirt.woot.com/Friends.aspx?k=8207 -- perfect for your next star partyhttp://shirt.woot.com/Friends.aspx?k=8978 -- someday we'll have to explain this to our kids</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/w00t-shirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8594489445996114072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8594489445996114072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/w00t-shirts.html' title='w00t, shirts!'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3447943479712618768</id><published>2009-06-16T03:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:15:50.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work Area Leader.  I just filled out a self-nomination form... We'll see if this becomes the initial debacle that the load coach program was....</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-area-leader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3447943479712618768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3447943479712618768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-area-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2255051105778177850</id><published>2009-06-13T14:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:56:50.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay for texting my parents via email to give them directions to where I am.Boo for my phone dying every couple of days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-for-texting-my-parents-via-email-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2255051105778177850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2255051105778177850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-for-texting-my-parents-via-email-to.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5725850738606960575</id><published>2009-06-09T06:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:43:32.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thought</title><summary type='text'>This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like tosuffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not -baudelaireI read that somewhere.  It seems so right, but there's something just off about it.  I can't put my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5725850738606960575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5725850738606960575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-thought.html' title='Some Thought'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-6780177263948370422</id><published>2009-06-05T15:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:03:20.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It doesn't feel like depression, but I feel like I'm in a low spot.  Low on motivation I suppose.There's an old thought experiment that goes like this:  Supposing money was not an object, and you could do anything you wanted, what would you do?  If you were retired, and comfortably living off of an investment, how would you spend your time?  The answer is usually something like "pursue hobby X" </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-doesnt-feel-like-depression-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6780177263948370422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6780177263948370422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-doesnt-feel-like-depression-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5637824979621368235</id><published>2009-06-03T14:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:22:27.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with the credit industry?</title><summary type='text'>They say it's a credit crunch that we're in... at least I think I heard someone say that... somewhere.  However, the problem isn't that credit card companies don't trust consumers or that consumers don't trust the market.  It isn't about failures of automakers, banks, or risky markets (sub-prime, I'm talking to you).  It is that credit card companies have been fleecing customers for far too long </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-wrong-with-credit-industry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5637824979621368235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5637824979621368235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-wrong-with-credit-industry.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with the credit industry?'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-6373861085491744270</id><published>2009-06-02T02:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:27:00.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance Call -- Phoenix</title><summary type='text'>Where to go I had no idea26.10 was the price to payA messed up kid with no ideals at allI thought those 26.10 I shouldn't give'em awayI remember this young guy died and I took his partHe got far too many stitches on his pretty faceLong time to see but I always thought us two would be seriousI was looking around town, thinking the same as you.I'm far gone but your long distance callAnd your </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-distance-call-phoenix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6373861085491744270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6373861085491744270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-distance-call-phoenix.html' title='Long Distance Call -- Phoenix'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2273945007720740742</id><published>2009-06-01T02:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:41:13.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike and Sara's Wedding</title><summary type='text'>I've been gone for a while.  I took a week off from work and inadvertently took a week off from the internet.Mike and Sara's wedding was awesome.  Decorations: awesome.  Food: awesome.  Drinks: awesome.  People: awesome.  Venue: awesome.  Conversations: awesome.  Weather: awesome.  Am I missing anything?  Well, just assume it was awesome as well.The past week as given me a lot to think about and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/mike-and-saras-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2273945007720740742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2273945007720740742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/06/mike-and-saras-wedding.html' title='Mike and Sara&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2858005645479619532</id><published>2009-05-20T00:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:27:00.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True or False?</title><summary type='text'>What vexes man?MoneyPassionWomenHe is lucky who can settle one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-or-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2858005645479619532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2858005645479619532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-or-false.html' title='True or False?'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8137380107924827928</id><published>2009-05-19T12:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:07:28.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-entry into LAS</title><summary type='text'>To quote:May 19, 2009         Dear Stephen Murphy, Your application for Fall 2009 re-entry to the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences has been reviewed and approved into Mathematics. We are pleased with your continuing interest in the University and hope that you will find this new opportunity to be both beneficial and productive. In order to ensure your progress in meeting degree requirements, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/re-entry-into-las.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8137380107924827928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8137380107924827928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/re-entry-into-las.html' title='Re-entry into LAS'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5567479642093170224</id><published>2009-05-19T04:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:55:07.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><summary type='text'>First off, it seems that I've been sleeping over 12 hours a day on average.  I'm not sure if this is good or bad... but it feels good.Secondly, I still don't like Suze Orman.  So what if she called out some guy for saying that all women should be barefoot and pregnant.  He said it in the early 80's and I'm pretty sure that he wasn't the only one thinking or saying it in the early 80's.  Grow </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5567479642093170224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5567479642093170224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5740378767246121623</id><published>2009-05-14T02:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:33:24.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Negativity</title><summary type='text'>I've noticed that I've been really focused on negativity lately.  Lately meaning since the beginning of April, but it's been growing.  I can point to a lot of sources of negativity, but I'd rather find a way out from under it.  I'm hoping that taking out the stress of the petition will help and Truck is running better, but I want to solve the problem.I've been asking God to show me what He wants </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/negativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5740378767246121623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5740378767246121623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/negativity.html' title='Negativity'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1868448657815989748</id><published>2009-05-13T00:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:23:30.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's that time of year</title><summary type='text'>I've always said that if I had my degree I'd still be doing what I'm doing.  However, I don't really think that's true anymore.  I'm in Champaign because I don't have my degree.  That's the only reason.By this time next year I will have plans to be somewhere else.  Perhaps it will be back to South Africa to polish off a Master's Degree.  Perhaps it will be the West Coast, for good.The more I look</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe-its-that-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1868448657815989748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1868448657815989748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe-its-that-time-of-year.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s that time of year'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8854036213305264094</id><published>2009-05-08T09:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:02:06.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Leddy</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I haven't seen that girl in... I know not how long.  But I saw her today while I was driving home from AutoZone.  Lincoln and Green, the site of many moments of my life.  At 10:23 no less.She's not someone I think about everyday, but when I do, I have a plethora of memories to choose from.I've never had a partner for any board game that was as good as she was.I'm glad I knew her, but I still</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/rachel-leddy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8854036213305264094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8854036213305264094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/rachel-leddy.html' title='Rachel Leddy'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8029705998942661906</id><published>2009-05-06T03:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:22:40.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>belated</title><summary type='text'>I wrote something profound, but the internet was not cooperating when I was ready to post it.Here it is:I've talked before about "right action at cusp."  The problem I've had with it is that I keep trying to figure out what the right action is before the cusp so that I am prepared.  I also try, at cusp, to figure out why an action is the right one.These things fail.  Beforehand, there are many </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/belated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8029705998942661906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8029705998942661906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/belated.html' title='belated'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1347117129724721875</id><published>2009-05-04T17:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:12:44.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cinco de mayo eve</title><summary type='text'>Truck hates me.  I'm lost but I cannot afford professional help.Today begins the training of Capt. Throughput.I'm so hungry but I have no food left in the pantry.Tonight, after work, I will write something profound.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1347117129724721875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1347117129724721875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo-eve.html' title='cinco de mayo eve'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2285088599434618815</id><published>2009-05-03T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:12:19.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not the fuel filter.today begins a barrage of tests on the rest of the fuel system.I just hope that it's not the fuel pump.  That would require dropping the fuel tank... which is totally full and therefore very very very heavy.I'm thinking it might be the fuel pressure regulator.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-fuel-filter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2285088599434618815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2285088599434618815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-fuel-filter.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-760541450330987492</id><published>2009-05-01T17:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:07:45.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided that Truck's problems are not, I repeat, not caused by the month of April as it is now May and the problem is still there.  Also, it isn't caused by not swearing at Truck or by my failure to kick Truck several times.  More updates as news warrants...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-decided-that-trucks-problems-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/760541450330987492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/760541450330987492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-decided-that-trucks-problems-are.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5997399688177612569</id><published>2009-04-30T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:52:50.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck, why have you forsaken me?</title><summary type='text'>Here we go again.Today, I got in Truck, started her up and drove to get fuel. About the time that I get on the main road, I notice that she misses a couple of times... I check the fuel gauge and she's not out, but she's low. The misses get worse and worse. I conclude that, contrary to the gauge, she's running out of fuel. However, she doesn't die until I get to a stop sign. Then I start her back </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/truck-why-have-you-forsaken-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5997399688177612569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5997399688177612569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/truck-why-have-you-forsaken-me.html' title='Truck, why have you forsaken me?'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-6828610941143040983</id><published>2009-04-29T02:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:44:12.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my words</title><summary type='text'>Find a cure.Find a cure for my life.Oh my God!Oh you think I'm in control.Oh my God!Oh you think it's all for fun.Pin a smile.Pin a smile on my face.Put a price.Put a price on my soul.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-my-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6828610941143040983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6828610941143040983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-my-words.html' title='Not my words'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8599596718808280806</id><published>2009-04-28T03:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:11:08.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>criznap</title><summary type='text'>With Truck done, I must concentrate on my petitions.Most reassuring comment from the dean:  "This University is in the business of awarding degrees... and you're very close to one."In fact, I'm 10 to 16 credit hours away from one.Why am I so scared of this process?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/criznap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8599596718808280806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8599596718808280806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/criznap.html' title='criznap'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4424034700449487043</id><published>2009-04-24T16:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:16:52.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Truck.  You still love me.Truck.  I still love you.Truck.  YOU WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!yayx0rz!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/truck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4424034700449487043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4424034700449487043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/truck.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4706584022644261521</id><published>2009-04-24T04:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:22:59.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lost</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4706584022644261521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4706584022644261521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4465822348852374744</id><published>2009-04-23T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:41:36.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is my half birthday.  I'm 24.5 and that is in no way whatsoever depressing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-my-half-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4465822348852374744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4465822348852374744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-my-half-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8176971545354788329</id><published>2009-04-21T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:10:06.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>screw this... i'm just buying a new pair of shoes and walking everywhere.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/screw-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8176971545354788329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8176971545354788329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/screw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7781442979679849676</id><published>2009-04-19T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:11:51.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>different number of splines on the drive shaft input for consecutive years of Rangers... thank you Ford... thank you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/different-number-of-splines-on-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7781442979679849676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7781442979679849676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/different-number-of-splines-on-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3207109249375824913</id><published>2009-04-19T09:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:50:11.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The joys of breaking bolts, torching bolts, kicking bolts, grinding bolts.I should have the new drive shaft in today.  If not... you won't find a happy version of me anywhere.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/joys-of-breaking-bolts-torching-bolts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3207109249375824913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3207109249375824913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/joys-of-breaking-bolts-torching-bolts.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2953062801869470434</id><published>2009-04-17T03:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:26:30.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cavyrs</title><summary type='text'>ah, the sweet sweet feel of cavy under my ass.  How I missed her.Oh, and FedEx decided to make me very very very angry today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/cavyrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2953062801869470434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2953062801869470434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/cavyrs.html' title='cavyrs'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-311744910096868315</id><published>2009-04-16T02:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:27:13.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck becomes Cavy</title><summary type='text'>Turns out that no one has this part.  Options are now: Brand new drive shaft or used drive shaft.  Dad's bringing up the Cavy so I'll have the transportation needed to pursue leads.Ugh, at least she's manual transmission.  Hopefully, I can get Truck sorted by Monday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/truck-becomes-cavy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/311744910096868315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/311744910096868315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/truck-becomes-cavy.html' title='Truck becomes Cavy'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4448900498066021740</id><published>2009-04-14T02:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:23:20.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Petitioner</title><summary type='text'>So, I've talked to the people I need to talk to in order to get the forms that I need so that I am able to petition for the opportunity to be re-admitted and potentially have last summer retroactively withdrawn.It's a relief to know that the process is able to begin, but there is still much to do.  Of course, as soon as I got this information and finished my meetings... Truck broke.  It's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/petitioner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4448900498066021740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4448900498066021740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/petitioner.html' title='Petitioner'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3683075400952223755</id><published>2009-04-04T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:45:00.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-digital == analog</title><summary type='text'>Watch out, I'm about to talk about math.[math talk]Math is the study of structure.  That is the only thing it ever talks about.  There is not an inherent context for math.  Thus, when I say that by studying math I am studying everything, I mean that I am studying everything with structure.  I believe everything has structure.  Thus, I believe I am studying everything.  In the math of 2 + 1 = 3 I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-digital-analog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3683075400952223755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3683075400952223755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-digital-analog.html' title='Non-digital == analog'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8330863438006701674</id><published>2009-04-03T03:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:34:15.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes</title><summary type='text'>It goes something like this: Binge and Purge.  I was tempted to talk about it using the analogy of Feast or Famine, but I like the imagery of gorging and then releasing.  Massive input which leads to massive output.  Intense introversion followed by uncontrollable extroversion.  It isn't a paradigm on how the world works or what people do or anything so grandiose, it's just me.I get moods.  One </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8330863438006701674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8330863438006701674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And so it goes'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7684181340129348766</id><published>2009-04-02T16:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:32:18.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please slow it downthere's a secret magic past world that you only notice when you're looking back at itall I wanna do is turn aroundI'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the oceanbecause I couldn't let go when the water hit the setting sunpassing white daisies taking turnsclose the door walk into the streetcatching raindrops on your tongue I have a new paradigm.  Work tonight will distill it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-slow-it-down-theres-secret-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7684181340129348766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7684181340129348766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-slow-it-down-theres-secret-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1229608589479561920</id><published>2009-04-02T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:40:56.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>next task</title><summary type='text'>The vast majority (85%) of my clothes are clean... next task?  folding/putting away...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-task.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1229608589479561920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1229608589479561920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-task.html' title='next task'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4367909362620722950</id><published>2009-03-31T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:59:28.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>er... uhmmm....</title><summary type='text'>Let's suppose you have a problem.You're hungry.  Okay.  Fine.  Then the general solution is to end hunger.  Let's make a list of possible solutions:Stop being hungry.Die.Eat.Eat ___(specific food)___.Pretend being hungry is something fun and continue it.Pretend being hungry is some other problem and solve it.Really though, we only solve being hungry by eating.  Moreover, we tend to have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/er-uhmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4367909362620722950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4367909362620722950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/er-uhmmm.html' title='er... uhmmm....'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1700545098208595242</id><published>2009-03-25T04:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T04:22:53.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday</title><summary type='text'>good day... bad workI'm so lucky that it's genocide when I walk through fields of clover.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1700545098208595242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1700545098208595242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday.html' title='tuesday'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-626351314097239327</id><published>2009-03-23T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:06:21.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20¢</title><summary type='text'>get it?  20¢ = paradigm?  Anyway, there is a paradigm that I want to talk about today.  Nicky brought it up and it just seemed right.  The idea goes like this:  Women in relationships are always looking for it to progress forward.  It isn't so much a measure of how far or how quickly, but it must move forward.  Settling in a comfortable place is just as bad as moving backwards.  They constantly </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/626351314097239327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/626351314097239327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/20.html' title='20¢'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1343868540384525426</id><published>2009-03-20T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:47:04.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whew</title><summary type='text'>I did not realize that the Wii would take up so much of my time/life.  However, I enjoy being immersed in another world.  It's something that I miss from not reading fiction novels.Thursday I clocked into work at 2pm... I clocked out at 6am.  Yes, I did it.  I switched for 4 consecutive sorts.  Oh wait, I got coded over to local at the end?  So that means that I switched Day, Twi, Mid, Sun, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1343868540384525426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1343868540384525426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew.html' title='whew'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/ScQOnrVIKNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5uBKrIWIA48/s72-c/phone.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1099819009320979528</id><published>2009-03-15T09:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:51:35.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee!</title><summary type='text'>So, I bought a Wii.  I was at Wal-Mart and there were 12 in stock.  I've never seen them in stock before.  So, I bought one.  I was looking for something to buy with a portion of my tax refund... and it's a Wii.  I'm in love.  I spent 4 hours and 40 minutes playing with my Wii.  Wii.  and did I mention Wii?Wii</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1099819009320979528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1099819009320979528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheee.html' title='Wheee!'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7800914455611400091</id><published>2009-03-11T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:01:38.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Thy Self</title><summary type='text'>I have little need for self-analysis as I do so much of it.  However, there are parts of my Self that are difficult to get to.  Sometimes I need to understand those parts so they can be put in the analysis machine.  The best way I've found is to ask questions and see what my answers are.  The best are ones that present a temporal juxtaposition of my life events and various versions of my Self.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-thy-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7800914455611400091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7800914455611400091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-thy-self.html' title='Know Thy Self'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1796657786448824898</id><published>2009-03-10T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:03:04.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>odd</title><summary type='text'>I just had the brief sensation of being my 12 yr old self looking at my life in disbelief and dismay.On another note, I've gone back to Fairtilizer.  Check out the music I'm checking out.Oh, and my phone is broken.  Not that it doesn't work... but the front display is shot along with the plastic that goes around/in front of it.  And the camera doesn't function.  I find it funny because I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/odd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1796657786448824898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1796657786448824898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/odd.html' title='odd'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3962807625523209726</id><published>2009-03-10T05:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:02:03.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>week 3 is proving more difficult</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-3-is-proving-more-difficult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3962807625523209726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3962807625523209726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-3-is-proving-more-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8497458692740331540</id><published>2009-03-06T04:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:30:48.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospect</title><summary type='text'>I've been gone from South Africa for as long as I was there.  It's time to talk about it again.Going to South Africa was the easiest decision I have ever made.  It was also one of the most painful.  Words like hurt, damage, or trauma seem to put a dark cloud over the experience that it does not deserve.  I previously likened it to surgery, but I've discovered what was broken, what was removed, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/retrospect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8497458692740331540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8497458692740331540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/retrospect.html' title='Retrospect'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-358161750308112960</id><published>2009-03-05T05:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:04:23.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and I learned that neither 'pertainment' nor 'pertainent' are words (thanks Hillarious and B to the M)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-and-i-learned-that-neither.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/358161750308112960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/358161750308112960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-and-i-learned-that-neither.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-868483120472310632</id><published>2009-03-05T05:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:02:18.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nine</title><summary type='text'>today I ate nine bbq sandwiches.  Thank you FedEx and thank you safety.  I think I might pop.  Or I might play an hour of Guitar Hero...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/868483120472310632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/868483120472310632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/nine.html' title='nine'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-6598318876009199976</id><published>2009-03-03T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:27:25.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck got in a fight...</title><summary type='text'>Today I pulled into a parking spot the wrong way.  I backed up and corrected Truck.  Upon opening the door, it made contact with the vehicle next to Truck.  I look and see no damage so I begin to walk away.   Turns out there was a man in the driver's seat who began yelling at me.  He demanded to know what my problem was and said that we should look at the damage and "find out if I have insurance.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/truck-got-in-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6598318876009199976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6598318876009199976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/truck-got-in-fight.html' title='Truck got in a fight...'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1332141620016970312</id><published>2009-03-03T04:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:00:24.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a book</title><summary type='text'>I'm reading again.  It's a book about (US) American Folklore.  I usually disdain reading about the USA because I'm tired of hearing about it.  However, I feel like this book somehow ties in with Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.  I'll let you know.  Right now, it seems like the author likes to use big words.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1332141620016970312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1332141620016970312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-book.html' title='I have a book'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3895478375808744497</id><published>2009-03-02T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:42:42.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double breathing</title><summary type='text'>I've figured it out.  I double breathe when my mind changes gears.  It seems so obvious now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/double-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3895478375808744497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3895478375808744497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/03/double-breathing.html' title='Double breathing'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-9123636185371949019</id><published>2009-02-27T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:45:08.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreams about being murdered</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams-about-being-murdered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/9123636185371949019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/9123636185371949019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams-about-being-murdered.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3981918761030258352</id><published>2009-02-26T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:41:33.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever im missing, i dont know where to look for it</title><summary type='text'>i took a shower and i already feel like ive done too much today</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever-im-missing-i-dont-know-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3981918761030258352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3981918761030258352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever-im-missing-i-dont-know-where.html' title='whatever im missing, i dont know where to look for it'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1191514710712891738</id><published>2009-02-26T05:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:32:32.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>want</title><summary type='text'>want: http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2009/02/monster-mash-up.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1191514710712891738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1191514710712891738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/want.html' title='want'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-5550294383366049329</id><published>2009-02-26T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:21:26.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant</title><summary type='text'>http://www.88by31.com/flashman/thepeoplesmario.swfdude.  seriously.  im just sayin'...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5550294383366049329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/5550294383366049329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/brilliant.html' title='brilliant'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-6162099963922409575</id><published>2009-02-25T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:49:40.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've completed week one Days 1 and 2.  It's kind of exciting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-completed-week-one-days-1-and-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6162099963922409575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6162099963922409575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-completed-week-one-days-1-and-2.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3716811605328135123</id><published>2009-02-25T04:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:37:43.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing is quite as scary as seeing a friend in dire straitsnothing is quite as satisfying as making a bold statement about how you refuse to be treated at work8 years ago I started my dating career.  I wonder if I really learned anything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-is-quite-as-scary-as-seeing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3716811605328135123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3716811605328135123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-is-quite-as-scary-as-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3483756693540803960</id><published>2009-02-20T04:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:50:15.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eltit</title><summary type='text'>Yay for mini projects.Monday should be a good place to start.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/eltit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3483756693540803960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3483756693540803960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/eltit.html' title='eltit'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1193650584154324816</id><published>2009-02-19T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:57:45.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1193650584154324816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1193650584154324816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SZ2BOVWf11I/AAAAAAAAAI8/2tWnB1NXIno/s72-c/2eb21cac1ae7747de2263e8901b45ef5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7934101318499571358</id><published>2009-02-19T04:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:38:36.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I have this story that I'm writing.  I started writing it a long time ago, but I found it again.  I feel that it has real potential for being a story that I'll be proud of.Most exciting about it:It is not an allegory for anything.It is not true.It is not about me.It is like a puzzle for my mind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-have-this-story-that-im-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7934101318499571358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7934101318499571358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-have-this-story-that-im-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2864610067679895781</id><published>2009-02-18T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:39:20.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Internets</title><summary type='text'>Where would I be without stumble upon?  Oh, right... asleep and happy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/teh-internets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2864610067679895781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2864610067679895781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/teh-internets.html' title='Teh Internets'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7830263145836370359</id><published>2009-02-17T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:55:24.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z</title><summary type='text'>A- Available: Already Taken- Age: About Twenty-Four- Annoyance: Allspice (check the ingredients list... liars)- Animal: AardvarkB- Beer: Bottled- Birthday: Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Michael Jordan. Orwell Novel- Best Friend: Beer- Blind or Deaf: Both- Best weather: Beach Or Blizzard- Been in Love: Been In And Out- Believe in Magic: Blasphemy- Believe in Santa: Bah, HumbugC- Candy: Cadbury- </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7830263145836370359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7830263145836370359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/z.html' title='A-Z'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8949525996904460824</id><published>2009-02-16T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:47:59.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Romantic Day</title><summary type='text'>On the 12th I noticed that I was coming down with something or other.  There was some sort of chest pain and coughing.  On the 13th I slept for 12 hours minus however long it takes to eat 3 bowls of cereal.  Work that night was miserable as I felt the chest pain much more and I also felt a good deal of muscle soreness.  On the 14th I had a full blown fever along with complete weakness of all </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-romantic-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8949525996904460824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8949525996904460824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-romantic-day.html' title='The Most Romantic Day'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2720953770193262689</id><published>2009-02-14T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:31:04.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sleep</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2720953770193262689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2720953770193262689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3985871944089937474</id><published>2009-02-13T05:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:35:18.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday The Thirteenth</title><summary type='text'>I feel like death.  My brain is fried.  I have nothing left in me because I gave it all away. Tmw is v-day, the start of spring training.  I found a bottle of hydroxyzine but I can't remember what it's supposed to do.  I think it makes your hands swell up to twice their normal size.To quote a nickel:  "Ocean in view!  O!  The joy!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-thirteenth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3985871944089937474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3985871944089937474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-thirteenth.html' title='Friday The Thirteenth'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-8270894051929814127</id><published>2009-02-12T05:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:14:34.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>contingency</title><summary type='text'>So, today we had SS1 down contingency on mid.  It was awesome.  I proved myself once again.  The stories are inane outside of the context of work, but I they give me a strong sense of accomplishment and pride.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/contingency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8270894051929814127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/8270894051929814127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/contingency.html' title='contingency'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1769026284178388851</id><published>2009-02-10T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:23:39.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Horoscope According To The Onion</title><summary type='text'>Northerly winds will whisper the name of a former love in your ear, ruthlessly mocking you for having had a relationship with someone called "Ooooouuuuussssshhhhhh."</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-horoscope-according-to-onion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1769026284178388851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1769026284178388851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-horoscope-according-to-onion.html' title='My Horoscope According To The Onion'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4592358514052585512</id><published>2009-02-09T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:02:26.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Good Weekend</title><summary type='text'>It was marvelous, really. We got mom out of the house. Had a Savoy day. I met a 14 year old girl named Rachel Anne. Watched Push. (don't pay full price to watch Push) I met her parents, she met mine. I partied with my facebook mom and met new people. I drove, aimlessly, around C-U listening to good music. It was good. All so very good. It felt very complete and wholesome. The only person I didn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/such-good-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4592358514052585512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4592358514052585512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/such-good-weekend.html' title='Such a Good Weekend'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-9219779764231846851</id><published>2009-02-05T04:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:11:29.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Titled</title><summary type='text'>Mocking the sodium lightsThe man sneers above the treesHis skin is a craggy orangeI am also gibbousAm I waxing?  YesBut I will waneBefore I am newThe moon risesAnd sets dailyFeel the cycle</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/titled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/9219779764231846851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/9219779764231846851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/titled.html' title='Titled'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-3298909362379850498</id><published>2009-02-04T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:31:07.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McSweeney's Time!</title><summary type='text'>UnpromisingApartment-AdTeasers ActuallyFound on CraigslistThat Would Make EvenLess PromisingPersonal-AdTeasers.Modesty Plates.New Texting Acronymsfor the Elderly.Footnotes,Endnotes, andParentheticalsThat Cost Me Markson My Thesis.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/mcsweeneys-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3298909362379850498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/3298909362379850498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/mcsweeneys-time.html' title='McSweeney&apos;s Time!'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7987127789205031315</id><published>2009-02-04T12:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:54:10.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>math</title><summary type='text'>Oh math, you complete me.  I only wish that my daily life would challenge me with original, relevant math problems more often.  Being any higher at work would help as there are a multitude of numbers to play with at work.  However, as it is I only get to play with little things.  Last night: 109 down calls between twi and mid.  Twi accounted for 62 of them.  Last week there was a day that I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/math.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7987127789205031315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7987127789205031315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/math.html' title='math'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1350655147722329873</id><published>2009-02-03T05:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:28:43.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tempting</title><summary type='text'>I just found out that there is a verzion txting only plan.  It's $35/mo.  It's so tempting.  I only talk about 100 min/month... but then it wouldn't be worth it, would it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/tempting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1350655147722329873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1350655147722329873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/tempting.html' title='tempting'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4296477955095850024</id><published>2009-02-02T14:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:31:50.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feb</title><summary type='text'>So, I didn't get my computer fixed, but I did fix my father's laptop... without total replacement.In the last (checks calendar) 5 days a lot has happened.  Let's start with Bar Stool Golf.  I received a call at 10am from Bobbo.  He said that he, Keller, and RJ were going to do some bar stool golf and they needed a fourth person.  I figured that this was just an excuse to do some drinking on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/feb.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4296477955095850024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4296477955095850024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/02/feb.html' title='feb'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7884021188418156640</id><published>2009-01-29T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:05:52.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blee</title><summary type='text'>blek</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/blee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7884021188418156640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7884021188418156640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/blee.html' title='blee'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4557610827334615444</id><published>2009-01-28T06:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:19:59.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, logic?  Anyone?</title><summary type='text'>Some panhandlers making $400 a day: policeThe idea of this article is that some panhandlers are making serious bank by "aggressive" panhandling. Okay, that's fine.  So they want to make a bylaw to make it easier to crack down on these offenders.  That's also okay.  However:"This bylaw is aimed at that core group — hardcore professional panhandlers, people that make a living off this," Nowlan </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/uh-logic-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4557610827334615444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4557610827334615444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/uh-logic-anyone.html' title='Uh, logic?  Anyone?'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7236551712628932062</id><published>2009-01-27T05:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:58:12.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things (I hate these things)</title><summary type='text'>1.  I have not read every book I own, which is not in and of itself interesting.  However, I silently berate myself for this failure everyday.2.  I am forever looking for the perfect key chain, pen, pad of paper, watch, and wallet.  I have found nice stopping points on that search, but perfection is always out of reach.3.  I never learned phonics and I have a difficult time pronouncing new words </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-things-i-hate-these-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7236551712628932062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7236551712628932062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-things-i-hate-these-things.html' title='25 things (I hate these things)'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-9180071740284116156</id><published>2009-01-26T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:53:16.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Onion, I love you...</title><summary type='text'>Chipotle Employee Just Gave Guy In Front Of You More RiceI am speechless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-onion-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/9180071740284116156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/9180071740284116156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-onion-i-love-you.html' title='Oh Onion, I love you...'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-996834622291119705</id><published>2009-01-26T03:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:29:00.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[untitled]</title><summary type='text'>If it's not with youThere is no thing that makes me wanna settle downI thought it was a bad coughBut never knew how much illusions hide a tortureLonesome &amp; forsaken with no gratitudeWho's goin' to tell, devotion's not your problemIt's me against a wardrobeFocused on the pain to see how we can get alongDoing things, getting betterI'll move onTogetherThe more I try the less I care about </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/996834622291119705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/996834622291119705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='[untitled]'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-440068914970381118</id><published>2009-01-25T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:09:13.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>human. normal.</title><summary type='text'>I accidentally went to Charleston.  I had to drive.  I just had to.  I used my time to wrap a warm blanket of memories around me.  This is where I would normally go into a listing of fond memories, but I'm tired of that.The memories are nice, but they are meaningless in their detail.  The important part is the feeling they invoke in me.Can I focus on the good more than the bad?  Have I so </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/440068914970381118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/440068914970381118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-normal.html' title='human. normal.'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-4248881329652022973</id><published>2009-01-24T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:01:01.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate things like this... but I like this one</title><summary type='text'>So, if you click this... then it's true.  If you don't... then it's not.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-things-like-this-but-i-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4248881329652022973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/4248881329652022973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-things-like-this-but-i-like-this.html' title='I hate things like this... but I like this one'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-7964494412887301869</id><published>2009-01-23T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:51:21.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*****</title><summary type='text'>So, I've been listening to my 5 star playlist.  It interests me because these are songs that various versions of myself have said that I like.  This stuff goes all over the place.  Examples:Sleeping In - The Postal ServiceLowlife - They Shoot Horses Don't TheyHouse Of Usher - Geggy TahLate - Ben FoldsGotta Work - AmerieChaos - Mute MathSon's Gonna Rise - Citizen CopeThe Hand That Feeds - </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7964494412887301869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/7964494412887301869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='*****'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-6842214229056994014</id><published>2009-01-23T05:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:31:30.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Error</title><summary type='text'>I made a tactical error at work.  As a result my left hand is swollen and bruised.This proves, once again, the important thing I tell other switchers:  Do as I say, not as I do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/error.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6842214229056994014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6842214229056994014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/error.html' title='Error'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-6659814115825915986</id><published>2009-01-23T05:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:41:25.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man waiting for tools gets brick of marijuana</title><summary type='text'>http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/odd_misdirected_marijuanaAt FedEx we would call this a SWAK error.  If someone gives us a wrong address, we try the best we can to figure out what the address should have been.  It could be a simple problem of a label that says "Urbana, IL 61081" when it should have read "Urbana, IL 61801."  However, I might have meant to send it to Sterling, IL and written Urbana on </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-waiting-for-tools-gets-brick-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6659814115825915986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/6659814115825915986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-waiting-for-tools-gets-brick-of.html' title='Man waiting for tools gets brick of marijuana'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2795890155966971291</id><published>2009-01-22T05:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:36:52.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giraffes!</title><summary type='text'>This was sent my way.  Mitchell tells me that it is entirely factual.Video Recaps | Full Episodes | Webisodes</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/giraffes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2795890155966971291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2795890155966971291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/giraffes.html' title='Giraffes!'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-1824527035327293484</id><published>2009-01-21T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:02:38.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Medicated Geniuses -- Pretty Girls Make Graves</title><summary type='text'>This town has good heartsBad blood, emotional scarsNever gettin' to say what you really wanna sayWe all lie so well...If misery loves companyThen it seems to swim so much more forciblyIn the song of other people's failures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-medicated-geniuses-pretty-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1824527035327293484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/1824527035327293484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-medicated-geniuses-pretty-girls.html' title='All Medicated Geniuses -- Pretty Girls Make Graves'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-881265328854256688.post-2306445320027302341</id><published>2009-01-21T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:30:00.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Interesting!</title><summary type='text'>Tessa told me once that I was very interesting and that I have lots of interesting stories.  She said that she was not interesting and that she had only boring stories.I think that's a load of crap.Maybe I know how to tell a story.  Maybe I embellish a little here and there.  Maybe I go places and do things that other have not.  However, I've always thought that I didn't really have any crazy </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-interesting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2306445320027302341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/881265328854256688/posts/default/2306445320027302341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyestotheocean.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-interesting.html' title='How Interesting!'/><author><name>samurphy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRl0ggQbpPw/SfgRAANwGmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/koVSrDiHCls/S220/n1922899_49248554_5668218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
