<?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-9145534</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:08:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's life, or something like it...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Talking about music is like dancing about architecture."  -Steve Martin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-116450512309060782</id><published>2006-11-25T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:40:15.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saints are Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dCTCh1kbis"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dCTCh1kbis" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 and Green Day teamed up and did this cover of "The Saints Are Coming" at the Super Dome when they had that big blow out.  The song was such a hit, they made this video.  Most of you already know that I can't say enough good things about the Irish Prophet and his band, but he has done it again!  This video shows what the two bands feel should have happened after Hurricane Katrina.  Our troops are shown as redeployed from Iraq to New Orleans to render aid and drop food.  It is a haunting image, one that very much could have happened, but didn't.  Please watch, even if only for entertainment, but hopefully it will inspire our country to demand our government do things differently in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!  I'm thankful for all of you, my loyal few readers!  I am also thankful for my family.  I got to see many of my cousins this weekend it was time well needed and well spent.  I am blessed with the coolest cousins, aunts and uncles, and grandparents the world has ever known.  I am so proud to get to say I'm related to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-116450512309060782?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/116450512309060782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=116450512309060782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/116450512309060782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/116450512309060782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/11/saints-are-coming.html' title='The Saints are Coming'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-116094085157712963</id><published>2006-10-15T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:34:11.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I See it #153</title><content type='html'>If you've been to Starbucks in the past two years, you've gotten a quote of some sort on your cup.  Sometimes, they are smarmy and propagandistic.  Sometimes, they are worthwhile.  I like mine from this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is art entertainment?  Art teaches us about who we are.  Entertainment tells us who to be.  Art is a public service.  Entertainment is a private product.  Art opens our minds.  Entertainment thinks for you.  Art is publicly offered.  Entertainment is publicly traded.  Art is the words we wish to say, but, lack the language to say it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Justin Dillon.  Musician of the band Tremolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much agree with him.  Art is a public service, but I think it can also be entertainment.  I also think entertainment can sometimes be art.  For example, Pollack is entertaining and insightful to me.  I also regard the movie "Shakespeare in Love" as art due to it's production design and acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Sunday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-116094085157712963?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/116094085157712963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=116094085157712963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/116094085157712963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/116094085157712963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/10/way-i-see-it-153.html' title='The Way I See it #153'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115904580987566139</id><published>2006-09-23T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:11:48.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We go together like peas and carrots.</title><content type='html'>Chavis and I were discussing some of our favorite TV shows and movies and what we do while we watch them.  An interesting theme came up: food.&lt;br /&gt;There are certain movies that when I watch, I have to have certain things to eat.  Or, at least I crave them the whole time.  For example, back in high school when I saw "As Good as it Gets," I had a really good Dr. Pepper and amazing butter popcorn.  So, now when I watch that movie, I always get Dr. Pepper and butter popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;I love the show "The Office."  One of my favorite episodes is when Michael burns his foot in his Foreman grill and Dwight gets a concussion and vomits all over his windshield.  When I first saw that episode, I was eating some really good chicken quesadillas from Playa del Pueblo (a local Tex-Mex establishment).  So, now whenever I watch my DVD of "The Office," and specifically watch that episode, I really have an urge to go buy those same chicken quesadillas.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more.  Like when I watch Braveheart and have to have chocolate chip cookies.  Or, when I watch "A Fish Called Wanda" and fix my ever satisfying snack of chocolate milk and cheez-its.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your eating/movie eccentricities?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115904580987566139?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115904580987566139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115904580987566139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115904580987566139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115904580987566139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-go-together-like-peas-and-carrots.html' title='We go together like peas and carrots.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115871678480216031</id><published>2006-09-19T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:46:24.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office. September 21.  Watching it = Seeing genius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6iXhXj85bk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O6iXhXj85bk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115871678480216031?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115871678480216031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115871678480216031&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115871678480216031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115871678480216031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/09/office-september-21-watching-it-seeing.html' title='The Office. September 21.  Watching it = Seeing genius.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115738338348152246</id><published>2006-09-04T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:14:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes On a Desk</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my last post, mostly due to the return of los ninos a la escuela.  Things have been hectic.  Good, but hectic.  I thought I would regale you with a recent event that occurred in my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, my second period class of 4th graders came in and sat down.  About five minutes into the lesson, a little girl on the front row scoots back from her desk suddenly and manages to squeak, "Mr. Dean...snake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being deathly afraid of these devil creatures, attempt to save face in front of my students.  I calmly sit on my stool and raise my feet off the floor.  Alas, the snake was not on the floor.  The reason the girl had scooted back from her desk was because the snake was CRAWLING OUT OF HER BINDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake had crawled into her 3-ring binder and was apparently enjoying itself until she opened it and the snake was subsequently smushed by all her spiral notebooks and folders.  It was struggling to escape the confines of the binder.  And, I do mean struggling.  It was slithering around and I almost came undone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her row to stand up and calmly move to the back of the room.  I didn't have a chance to see what kind of snake it was.  You never know what's poisonous and what's not!  It was a little over a foot long, though, and probably about an inch and a quarter thick.  Not too big, but still freaky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and grabbed a plastic tub that I have the students turn in their journals in, dumped the journals unceremoniously on the floor and slammed the tub down over the snake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sally, go get the custodian!"**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran out and returned a few minutes later with Mr. Robert.  I was still hunched over the plastic tub to keep the killer from escaping.  Mr. Robert asked me to move and he picked up the lid, grabbed the snake by the head and left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the same snake that inspired true, mortal fear in me was immobilized and moved by another man in front of my class.  I was humiliated.  Luckily, the kids were more fascinated with the snake than my fear.  Later, I learned that it was a garter snake.  Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the girl if she had, perhaps, left her binder or backpack outside overnight.  I'm thinking, "Please say yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great," I thought.  "You might want to check your house when you get home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all was returned to normal and the girl now has immense popularity with the little boys in my class as the one who brought danger to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Labor Day!  Don't labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Name changed to protect the innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115738338348152246?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115738338348152246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115738338348152246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115738338348152246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115738338348152246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/09/snakes-on-desk.html' title='Snakes On a Desk'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115615906795758831</id><published>2006-08-21T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T04:17:47.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, class.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I am off to the first day of school of the 2006-2007 school year!  Today I will meet 66 new potential geniuses.  Maybe they're already geniuses, who knows!  I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one, yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115615906795758831?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115615906795758831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115615906795758831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115615906795758831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115615906795758831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-morning-class.html' title='Good morning, class.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115578043688274892</id><published>2006-08-16T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:12:12.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just Benadryl, I promise!  I'm not going to blow up the airplane.</title><content type='html'>Is that what I'm going to have to say next year when I fly to New York?  I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;    Last week, British officials, by means of spying, thwarted a terrorist plot to simultaneously blow up several U.S. bound airplanes.  I like the way Ann Coulter put it.&lt;br /&gt;    "Last week marked the first official admission that everything government airport screeners have been doing until now is completely pointless -- unless you're an airport security guard with a thing for women's undergarments, in which case it's been highly effective."&lt;br /&gt;    So, basically, NOTHING our airport security has been doing for the past five years would have stopped last week's attack.  All the millions of dollars spent on high-tech security X-Ray machines and detectors wouldn't have been able to detect anything necessary to make a bomb capable of bringing down an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;    I've been thinking.  Dangerous, I know.  Maybe it would be okay for the U.S. government to invade my privacy a little bit if it helps catch a Benadryl Bomber.  (Or, a Triaminic Terrorist.  Or, a Hairspray Hater.  I'll stop.)  It's been said by various news sources that the British authorities openly use ethnic profiling to catch terrorists.  They do this by bugging houses, tapping phone lines, tracing calls, putting tracking devices on cars.  They pretty much do all the "cool" things James Bond and Jason Bourne can do in the movies.  America has yet to embrace those tactics.  There is an uproar anytime the idea of giving the government some leniency into spying is even suggested.  I do think it is a slippery slope into "Minority Report" territory when you allow the government to invade privacy as means of keeping the peace.  They will never give back power given to them.  So, we do have to be careful in what power we do give them.  However, don't we want to stay safe from a terrorist attack?  Where did all this distrust come from?  That question leads me to the final point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;    The major public reaction in the U.K. and some in the U.S. has been disbelief and distrust of the governments.  Many people flat out feel that the officials keep releasing things to scare us and make us more willing to relinquish our civil liberties.  An Op/Ed writer for the BBC website had this to say, "This is just another Goebbels moment for the government. They must keep reminding us of the perceived terrorist threat to justify the crackdown on civil liberties."&lt;br /&gt;    (This is indeed true of the so-called "Lackawana Six," arrested near Buffalo several years ago and imprisoned for attending al Qaeda training camps with no evidence of their having plotted any mischief; and of a Miami group arrested last year for their designs on destroying Chicago's Sears Tower, but with no evidence it had the means to do so. Both incidents were initially ballyhooed by U.S. homeland security officials. There are at least four similar cases of overblown security "coups" in the U.K.) [Source: The Toronto Star]&lt;br /&gt;    Another example of the seeming public distrust of officials is from a Thursday interview on National Public Radio. An unidentified military leader said the latest bust "is really, really serious. This is the real deal Â— honestly." Which prompted a U.S. academic on an NPR panel discussion to ask, "So then, all the previous warnings have been false? The Code Orange alerts didn't mean anything? How are people supposed to believe their government officials when, five years after 9/11, they suddenly come up with what they call a `real' warning. It's absurd."&lt;br /&gt;    What to make of all of this?  I don't know.  I would rather be safe than sorry, but I do not trust Big Brother.  There are so many facets of our government that would make even the most stoic squirm openly.  I am not an advocate for big government, but I am also not an advocate for impotent governments.  We seriously need to nip this terrorist thing in the bud.  Nobody seems to have a plan and that scares me.  Even the administration that took us to Iraq and Afghanistan and now, possibly, Iran doesn't see wars like Lebanon coming.  We don't seem to have the terrorists heading for the hills anymore.  It was a compelling thought to think of Osama hiding out in the hills praying to Allah that a bomb doesn't find him.  Yet, I don't think that's what he's doing, if he's even alive.  They are actively planning and, in some cases, carrying out attacks.  I predict that my children will still hear the words "war on terror" on the nightly newscast when they are 15 years old.  I pray not, but I fear so.&lt;br /&gt;    What say you, my loyal readership?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115578043688274892?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115578043688274892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115578043688274892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115578043688274892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115578043688274892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-just-benadryl-i-promise-im-not.html' title='It&apos;s just Benadryl, I promise!  I&apos;m not going to blow up the airplane.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115567363697758096</id><published>2006-08-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:27:17.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed 8th Grade Math!</title><content type='html'>I am now addicted to these stupid quiz things...  I am happy that I passed this quiz!  I am teacher, so that would look really bad if I didn't.  At least I teach 4th grade and not 8th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 7/10 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115567363697758096?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115567363697758096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115567363697758096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115567363697758096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115567363697758096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-passed-8th-grade-math.html' title='I passed 8th Grade Math!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115561404511857338</id><published>2006-08-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:54:05.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This quiz was very appropriate since I went to New York this summer and love the city.  I'm not sure I would ever want to live there full time, but maybe I could have a place there one day...when I win the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Soho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whereshouldyourinnernewyorkerlivequiz/soho.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may not be a professional artist, you do dabble in one form of art or another.&lt;br /&gt;And you indie culture of all kinds - from little botiques to art house films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whereshouldyourinnernewyorkerlivequiz/"&gt;Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115561404511857338?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115561404511857338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115561404511857338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115561404511857338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115561404511857338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-quiz-was-very-appropriate-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115555761633159392</id><published>2006-08-14T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T05:13:36.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the game.</title><content type='html'>I officially start inservice this week.  This means school starts NEXT MONDAY.  I am actually excited to go back because it gives me something to do.  Not that I don't appreciate my summer off and find things to do...believe me, I do!  I just like having a purpose to what I do during the day and I really feel I do with teaching my fourth graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be teaching Reading and Social Studies just like last year.  We added a new section last year, so it was thought I would only teach reading and the new teacher would teach Social Studies, but she will do a two-way split with the bilingual teacher and the rest of us will keep our same schedule from last year.  My lesson plans are already done, so that's fine with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on privacy laws, I might post some pics of the goings on in my classroom throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday at whatever job it is you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115555761633159392?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115555761633159392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115555761633159392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115555761633159392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115555761633159392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the game.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115526004521878084</id><published>2006-08-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:43:08.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Hotness</title><content type='html'>Am I The New Hotness?  I created this poll to find out.  I was inspired to create a poll by Mr. Cody Dixon's latest poll on his &lt;a href="http://www.codydixon.blogspot.com"&gt;BRAND NEW BLOG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/DSC_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/DSC_0401.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method=post action=http://3e3t8.2.pollhost.com/&gt;&lt;table border=0 bgcolor="silver" cellpadding=1 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=0 width=150 bgcolor="white" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How hot am I?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;So hot it's scary!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;As hot as Heath Ledger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;Hotter than Lyle Lovett&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=4&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;Somewhat hot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=5&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=answer value=5&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-1 color="black"&gt;Not even warm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type=submit value=Vote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;input type=submit name=view value=View&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" colspan=2 align=right&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size=-2 color="black"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.pollhost.com/&gt;&lt;font color="navy"&gt;Free polls from Pollhost.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115526004521878084?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115526004521878084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115526004521878084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115526004521878084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115526004521878084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-hotness.html' title='The New Hotness'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115512801053815087</id><published>2006-08-09T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T05:55:29.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell me how to get. . .?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Big Bird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/big-bird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented, smart, and friendly... you're also one of the sanest people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Happy. From riding a unicycle to writing poetry, you have plenty of hobbies to keep you busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being a friend to everyone. Even the grumpiest person gets along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you live your life: Joyfully. "Super. Duper. Flooper."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too disappointed with this, but I'm not sure that I'm always "Super, Duper, Flooper!"  What did you guys get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115512801053815087?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115512801053815087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115512801053815087&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115512801053815087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115512801053815087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-you-tell-me-how-to-get.html' title='Can you tell me how to get. . .?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115489051972071185</id><published>2006-08-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:03:22.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysalmostsummer.blogspot.com"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt; recently posted a brief expose called "Signs You Live in Dallas."  This is what she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;  * You take a tollway to church.&lt;br /&gt;  * On the way, you pass at least three other perfectly good churches.&lt;br /&gt;  * You have considered joining a church based on how many fellow Red Raiders (or    Longhorns, Aggies, Bears, etc.) go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inspired me.  So, I did some research of my own and here is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visitor's Guide to Dallas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First you must learn to pronounce the city name. It's DAL-LUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Forget the traffic rules you learned elsewhere.  Dallas has its own version of traffic rules... Hold on and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. All directions start with, "Go down to Beltline"...which has no             beginning and no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Chamber of Commerce calls getting through traffic a "scenic drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The morning rush hour is from 6:00 to 10:00. The evening rush hour is from 3:00 to 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;Friday's rush hour starts Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you actually stop at a yellow light, you will get rear ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Major roads mysteriously change names and direction at intersections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Intense construction on the highway system is a way of life, and a permanent form of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. All unexplained sights are explained by the phrase, "Oh, we were in Fort Worth!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If someone actually has their turn signal on, it is probably a factory defect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. All old ladies with blue hair in Cadillacs have the right of way.  Especially in the vicinity of Neiman Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If asking directions east of downtown, you must have a working knowledge of Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport has four terminal buildings connected by one tram that never works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A trip across town will take a minimum of four hours. Pack a lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't carry money, jewelry, family, etc., on Martin Luther King FRWY.   And keep all doors locked at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The wrought iron on windows near Oak Cliff is not ornamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Never stare at the driver of the car with the bumper sticker that says, "Keep honking. I'm reloading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you are in the left lane, and only going 70... people are not waiving when they go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The North Dallas Tollway is our daily version of the Nascar circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Any section of Dallas above IH-635 is considered too far and too close to Oklahoma to be driving. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[I disagree with this one, since I live in this area]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plano and Flower Mound are not real cities, they were produced and brought to you by the nice people at Disney&lt;br /&gt;for the pure entertainment of housewives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115489051972071185?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115489051972071185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115489051972071185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115489051972071185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115489051972071185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/dallas.html' title='Dallas'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115464449473734649</id><published>2006-08-03T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:34:54.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE</title><content type='html'>Watch this when you get a chance.  Bono really hits the nail on the head here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUdrYDk8rVA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUdrYDk8rVA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115464449473734649?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115464449473734649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115464449473734649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115464449473734649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115464449473734649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/08/one.html' title='ONE'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115389444464201376</id><published>2006-07-25T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:18:58.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Recommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/midnight_in_the_garden_of_good_and_evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/400/midnight_in_the_garden_of_good_and_evil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a superb film and I want to share it with everyone!  "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil."  It was directed by Clint Eastwood.  Of all the Eastwood films, this is probably just ahead of "Mystic River," in my opinion.  "Midnight" stars John Cusack, Kevin Spacey, random character actors, and a host of true-life people from Savannah that were featured in the non-fiction book by John Berendt, the basis for the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmospheres in this movie are incredible.  I actually want to move to Savannah, sit in one of the squares, and watch the people pass by.  Eastwood captured the mood and feel of this Southern jewel of a city perfectly.  The architecture, accents, and did I mention the eccentric characters?  Cusack's character sums it up perfectly:  He is on the phone with his agent back in New York and says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "...this place is fantastic. It's like Gone With the Wind on Mescalin. Listen to me, they walk imaginary pets here, Garland. On a freaking leash. And they're all heavily armed and drunk. New York is boring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great line!  And his delivery is killer.  I competely agree with his sentiment here.  If you want a story with rich characters, you have to head South.  Where else will you find a man who walks an imaginary dog on one of those toy leashes which looks like there's a dog on it and then turn around to see a drag queen named The Lady Chablis, all the while headed to church like everyone else?  The South is rich with gothic, epic characters and this movie captures them perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of reading the book, which is based on actual events.  I will not spoil anything, but there is a murder mystery and Cusack's character is a writer who ends up writing a book based on the trial.  He interviews basically the whole town.  That was his fodder for all the amazing characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told that if you go to Savannah, you can still meet many of these people depicted in the movie as the actual events happened only in 1981.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go on too much, but it really is a guilty pleasure movie.  It's rated R for some strong language and subject matter.  While there is no actual nudity or sex in the film, you know it goes on!  I think I was taken by how the writer captured his thoughts.  The book is capturing my imagination as it did the whole nation back in 1997, even inspiring a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115389444464201376?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115389444464201376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115389444464201376&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115389444464201376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115389444464201376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-recommendation.html' title='Movie Recommendation'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115371390808281257</id><published>2006-07-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:07:07.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Below is Part 1 one of my photo essay from my New York trip.  Enjoy!  [click on a pic to enlarge it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/P1010904.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we stayed, The Milford Plaza.  It was on 45th Street, one block west of Times Square.  Great location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/P1010906.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me eating breakfast at a local greasy spoon.  The wait staff were all Greek.  It was very fun to talk to them...and try to understand them!  They were shocked that we didn't want butter on our pancakes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/P1010916.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall and I had a running gag where we asked random people if they were from New York City.  If they were, we asked to take a picture with them.  Only two people let us.  This kind man was the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/400/P1010937.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Marshall and I at Rockefeller Plaza.  The lady taking the photo didn't understand that you had to wait a second for the autofocus to engage.  Thus, the blurry picture.  She was our second New Yorker to make it into a photo with Marsh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/400/P1010938.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my imagination, she is a writer for the Conan O'Brien show who just happened to be in Rockefeller eating a sandwich.  In real life, I don't know who she is.  But, she sure was nice.  The lady was very flattered to be in a picture with him.  The only one to get turned down for a pic was...you guessed it, me.  The one lady I asked looked at me as if I had asked her to do something highly inappropriate.  I was like, "It's only a picture.  For cryin' out loud.  Don't get the New York attitude with me.  I grew up in hell, homegirl!  My dog has more attitude than you."  Yeah, I'm glad I didn't say that to her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/400/P1010946.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Disney store.  There were several people who, when they saw Marshall posing with Cinderella, grabbed their children's hand and rushed them in the opposite direction.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/400/P1010948.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I make this expression naturally.  I had no idea he was taking a picture.  What is wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010950.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/400/P1010950.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/P1010951.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/400/P1010951.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two very busy New Yorkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more photos later!  I hope you enjoyed Part 1 of my photo essay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115371390808281257?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115371390808281257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115371390808281257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115371390808281257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115371390808281257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/below-is-part-1-one-of-my-photo-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115310128805664299</id><published>2006-07-16T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:54:48.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>I'm off to New York tomorrow for a week of vacation!  I will try to blog while I'm there, but I don't know how much I'll be able to do.  Expect some good pics, though :)  Have a great week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115310128805664299?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115310128805664299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115310128805664299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115310128805664299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115310128805664299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115305329810904724</id><published>2006-07-16T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T05:43:27.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;history of dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Ozp8Cnnpt0Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Ozp8Cnnpt0Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115305329810904724?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115305329810904724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115305329810904724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115305329810904724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115305329810904724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115280684266868667</id><published>2006-07-13T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:08:04.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Resolution Follow-Up</title><content type='html'>Way back on May 28th (I think), I posted some Summer Resolutions.  I am going to update my progress on them now simply because I have nothing else to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a roadtrip somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;**I was intending to do this with a friend, but I ended up roadtripping it with my family to Branson.  I'm taking a plane trip next week to NYC with Marshall, but that's not really a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/halebopp2_js.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/halebopp2_js.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/stripatnight.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/stripatnight.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. See weird arthouse movies.&lt;br /&gt;**I've seen one so far with Jill.  "Art School Confidential."  There are several more I wish to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/feat_18_clowes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/feat_18_clowes1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write.&lt;br /&gt;**I've actually started doing this!  A friend of mine and I are writing a pilot which we hope to pitch to an agent or studio for a possible TV series.  I'm on the first episode right now.  I know that if they buy it, they will change it up, but they want at least the first episode written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read.&lt;br /&gt;**I finished "The Tale of Despereaux" by Kate DiCamillo.  It is a book I am going to teach my 4th graders this coming year.  Excellent book.  I am currently reading "Godless" by Ann Coulter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/10760986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/10760986.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/imagef90e812f-6091-4de8-b0ae-ccff5df1d9ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/imagef90e812f-6091-4de8-b0ae-ccff5df1d9ce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I at least had something to follow up every resolution I made.  Maybe that means they were too easy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115280684266868667?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115280684266868667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115280684266868667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115280684266868667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115280684266868667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-resolution-follow-up.html' title='Summer Resolution Follow-Up'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115272255591253070</id><published>2006-07-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:47:43.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Derek Webb!</title><content type='html'>This just came across my Myspace, so I thought I would share since he's my favorite artist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love music. i have grown up with music as a close confidant. and i believe in the power of music to move people. there's something remarkable about the way a melody can soften someone to a new idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an artist (and often an agitator), this is something i am keenly aware of. my most recent record 'mockingbird' deals with many sensitive issues including poverty, war, and the basic ethics by which we live and deal with others. but i found that music has been an exceptional means by which to get this potentially difficult conversation going. and this is certainly an important moment for dialogue amongst people who disagree about how to best love and take care of people, to get into the nuances of the issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the things that excites me most about the future of our business is how easy it is becoming to deliver music to people who want to hear it. i heard a story once about keith green caring so much that people were able to hear and engage with his music that he gave it away for free, which was a very difficult and expensive thing to do at that time. it's actually never been as simple as it is today to connect music with music fans. and i want people to have a chance to listen to mockingbird and engage in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is why, on september 1st, we're launching freederekwebb.com, a place where anyone can go online and not just hear but actually download, keep, and share 'mockingbird' completely for free. In addition, freederekwebb.com will give you an opportunity to invite your friends to download 'mockingbird' in order to get them in on the conversation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hope this bold campaign will provide a jumping off point for conversations about all of these issues, and communicate my commitment to playing my part in starting them. so please help us spread the word: on september 1st, 'mockingbird' will be set free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derek webb"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115272255591253070?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115272255591253070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115272255591253070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115272255591253070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115272255591253070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/free-derek-webb.html' title='Free Derek Webb!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115271906074682772</id><published>2006-07-12T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T08:44:20.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonic tipping</title><content type='html'>Okay, there seems to be some controversy over whether or not to tip the Sonic carhops when they deliver your food to your car.  I'm not here to debate that.  I tip them.  Usually a dollar.  Two if they're really speedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning I went to Sonic for their dee-lish Bacon, Egg, &amp; Cheese Toaster Sandwich.  I planned on paying with their new handy credit card machine when I realized I had no cash for the tip.  So, after I ordered and got my total, I asked the man to add $1 for tip.  He said he couldn't do that.  I said, "Okay, thank you," content not to leave a tip since I made the effort and was denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, who does that man send to my car?  He did not send the 30 year old man who I don't feel bad not tipping because he needs to get a real job anyway.  No!  He sends me a very nice, young, obviously pregnant woman!  Now, that may mean nothing to you, but I took it as a direct response from the man who took my order to my confession that I could not tip since I didn't have cash.  He sends me a young woman who is working, probably up until her water breaks, to support herself and her unborn child, living in her apartment where roaches crawl across the floor and she has to bang a broom against the ceiling to get the people upstairs to be quiet.  All while trying not to let the bottle get too hot in the microwave.  Aauuggh!  Why couldn't I have had a dollar in my car??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I was hit two weeks ago by an 18 year old not watching where she was going, and I had to get my car repaired.  So, I cleaned out everything from my car before I had it towed away.  Thus, when I got it back two days ago, there was no money in it.  I had removed my money stash.  So, basically I felt bad...all thanks to the order taker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115271906074682772?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115271906074682772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115271906074682772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115271906074682772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115271906074682772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/sonic-tipping.html' title='Sonic tipping'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115266611381808932</id><published>2006-07-11T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:02:32.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched "The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada" with Tommy Lee Jones.  I don't know what to think at this point.  I'll post more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else seen it and would care to comment?  He directed it, which is interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/99m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/99m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115266611381808932?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115266611381808932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115266611381808932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115266611381808932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115266611381808932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-watched-three-burials-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115250756225283882</id><published>2006-07-09T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:59:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is pretty funny!  Tell me your results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: black;" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3" align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;65% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;20% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;10% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;0% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofamericanenglishdoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115250756225283882?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115250756225283882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115250756225283882&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115250756225283882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115250756225283882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-pretty-funny-tell-me-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-115022670291592531</id><published>2006-06-13T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:39:40.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way I see it.</title><content type='html'>Perhaps the way I see it doesn't even matter, but this is my blog.  So there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been burdened for the state of The Church for a while.  It's been hard for me to articulate many of the concerns I have.  It's been hard...until now.  I came across a web-article that illustrated my point perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Patterson, wife of Paige Patterson (president of Southwestern Baptist Seminary in Ft. Worth) has her own website.  She is a professor at Southwestern and speaks and writes frequently.  She is noted for her conservative views on women and their roles in the family and church.  I may not agree with her, but she definitely is entitled to her opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular thing on her website really struck me the wrong way and I feel I have to respond.  I am choosing to blog about it!   You can check out the article at http://www.dorothypatterson.info/StandingUpToAmericanGirl.cfm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is writing about a popular line of kids books, toys, clothing, etc called American Girl.  The only reason I even know what these things are is that I am an elementary school teacher and these products are HUGE.  They started as a book series, I believe, about American girls in history.  For example, Samantha is a character from the Victorian American era and there are several books about her life in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AG is more than just books.  There are made-for-TV movies, dolls, charms, dolls, coloring books, Jewelry, dolls, clothes, and did I mention dolls?  It is an empire.  With every empire, there are good and bad things.  I've never considered AG to be anything truthfully harmful, but just another commercial gimmick born out of decent children's literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Patterson sees things differently, and she illustrates a point that bothers me about many people in the church today.  She is particularly outraged by a piece of jewelry in the AG line.  It is a bracelet with the words "I Can" printed on them.  The "I Can" can mean something different to every wearer.  Patterson was immediately alarmed because she feels that that phrase is all about female "empowerment to achieve their own dreams -- a dangerous pursuit, especially for young and vulnerable girls who have not been grounded in values of character and principles of virtue."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes on to say, "Should the choices of young girls include the offer of lesbianism, or contraceptive devices for promiscuous behavior, or abortion because of an unwanted pregnancy (options that are noted in a carefully worded document on the Girls Inc. website)?"  She says those are things promoted by the non-profit organization Girls, Inc. which is receiving funding from the sales of the bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what is my problem with all this, you may ask?  The problem I am seeing here is an example of a growing trend for the church or leaders in it to attack instead of build up.  For example, the failed boycott of Disney, Harry Potter, etc.  By the way, Patterson is calling for a boycott of AG.  She says she is "removing [AG items} from their [her granddaughter's] vulnerable lives."  Why is she spending so much time attacking instead of using something for good and to build up the cause of Christ and living for him?  I believe there are kernels of Truth in most things if you look hard enough.  For example, parents could say to their daughter that has an "I Can" bracelet, "You know, you can live for Christ.  You can do all things through Him who gives you strength."  Do this instead of calling for an all-out attack on a company that, until now, you've had no problem with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say for sure, but I imagine that the AG company is not a Christian owned and operated company.  So, we cannot expect them to hold up Judeo-Christian values all the time.  Just like we can't expect a non-believer to live like a believer.  I am so tired of the world thinking that all Christians do is attack and plan boycotts and argue amongst themselves.  I am all for standing up for what is right.  There are just ways to do that which do not involve negative actions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an article in the Dallas Morning News earlier this week about pastors who have started blogging about other pastors saying very negative things in an attempt to dissuade people from going to their church.  What in the world is wrong with the state of the church?  What happened to working together for the cause of Christ?  The Great Commission did not command us to go into the world and argue.  Or, to go into the world and name-call and try to start little groups and say, "we have the right theology.  Don't support this guy over here who thinks that the 7 days of creation were not literal days."  I mean, it's preposterous.  We should be a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for my long rant, but it's near and dear to my heart.  The Church should be a force of love and positivity to a dying world.  Not a voice of dissent and boycotts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-115022670291592531?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/115022670291592531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=115022670291592531&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115022670291592531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/115022670291592531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/06/way-i-see-it.html' title='The way I see it.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114938683560026390</id><published>2006-06-03T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:10:22.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty Dragon</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend at East Texas Baptist University's annual Writer's Conference.  The university hosts sessions led by speakers from around the country who are writers.  Many of them are professors or editors.  It is very helpful to someone like me who wants to be an active writer.  I majored in Professional Writing at Baylor, and it's always nice to get back in an environment where creativity is encouraged as a viable career option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to have confidence in my writing.  I always think that nobody wants to hear what I have to say.  So, I never send anything into an agent, publisher, or magazine.  The relationship between writer and editor has been referred to by some as "taming the Mighty Dragon."  The Mighty Dragon being the editor who lies in wait in a cave ready to breathe fire on all who attempt to approach.  Of course, the brave soul who does travel far and conquers the struggles to get to the cave realizes the Mighty Dragon is only a small, unimposing creature who means no harm to anyone.  Neither does the editor, or so goes the story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to conquer my fear of the Mighty Dragon, slay it, and send my work out to see what happens!  All of you other writers out there, do the samw!  You need to be heard!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114938683560026390?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114938683560026390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114938683560026390&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114938683560026390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114938683560026390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/06/mighty-dragon_03.html' title='The Mighty Dragon'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114917612542104728</id><published>2006-06-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:36:55.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You got served!</title><content type='html'>Check out this video of a purse snatcher getting body slammed by his potential victim.  Awesome!  Watch how she does it.  She must be trained professionally...very flexible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.xanga.com/metaphyzix/337603116/item.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114917612542104728?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114917612542104728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114917612542104728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114917612542104728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114917612542104728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-got-served.html' title='You got served!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114884988739319587</id><published>2006-05-28T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T05:10:25.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the ashes, a phoenix rises...</title><content type='html'>I emerge from yet another BlogWinter.  What is this strange place called Blogger?  How have I spent so much time away.  I'll tell you.  It's called life is busy and there's Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insensitive, I know.  The truth is hard sometimes.  But, I struggle because I don't always have worthwhile things to blog about.  It's not that blog-worthy things don't happen to me, it's just that I never take the time to write them down here.  I tell people about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of school until August 8th.  The kids don't return until August 21st.  So, I have a real long time this summer to either a) be productive and creative, or b) not do anything.  I'll admit that the latter sounds intriguing, but then what cool stories would I have to share with my students and what would that say about me and how I value life?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I make a Summer's Resolution to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a roadtrip somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. See weird arthouse movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l keep you posted on how I do.  Keep in touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114884988739319587?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114884988739319587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114884988739319587&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114884988739319587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114884988739319587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/05/out-of-ashes-phoenix-rises.html' title='Out of the ashes, a phoenix rises...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114170422268723076</id><published>2006-03-06T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:03:42.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, the Academy of Motion Pictures did something right.  CRASH won best picture!!  Great flick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114170422268723076?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114170422268723076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114170422268723076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114170422268723076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114170422268723076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-academy-of-motion-pictures-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114150051924993689</id><published>2006-03-04T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:28:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gospel vs. H.R. 4437</title><content type='html'>[What do you think about this editorial?  I found it interesting.  As Christians, we are called to uphold the law of our country, but what about when we believe it interferes with God's calling in our lives?  I definitely think that illegal immigration is a problem in this country, but should we make it a criminal action to help those that are in need?  Let's discuss!  Let me know your thoughts, too...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Published: March 3, 2006 from NY Times Editorial Column&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since this country heard a call to organized lawbreaking on this big a scale. Cardinal Roger Mahony of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Los Angeles, the nation's largest, urged parishioners on Ash Wednesday to devote the 40 days of Lent to fasting, prayer and reflection on the need for humane reform of immigration laws. If current efforts in Congress make it a felony to shield or offer support to illegal immigrants, Cardinal Mahony said, he will instruct his priests — and faithful lay Catholics — to defy the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cardinal's focus of concern is H.R. 4437, a bill sponsored by James Sensenbrenner Jr. of Wisconsin and Peter King of New York. This grab bag legislation, which was recently passed by the House, would expand the definition of "alien smuggling" in a way that could theoretically include working in a soup kitchen, driving a friend to a bus stop or caring for a neighbor's baby. Similar language appears in legislation being considered by the Senate this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enormous influx of illegal immigrants and the lack of a coherent federal policy to handle it have prompted a jumble of responses by state and local governments, stirred the passions of the nativist fringe, and reinforced anxieties since 9/11. Cardinal Mahony's defiance adds a moral dimension to what has largely been a debate about politics and economics. "As his disciples, we are called to attend to the last, littlest, lowest and least in society and in the church," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cardinal is right to argue that the government has no place criminalizing the charitable impulses of private institutions like his, whose mission is to help people with no questions asked. The Los Angeles Archdiocese, like other religious organizations across the country, runs a vast network of social service programs offering food and emergency shelter, child care, aid to immigrants and refugees, counseling services, and computer and job training. Through Catholic Charities and local parishes, the church is frequently the help of last resort for illegal immigrants in need. It should not be made an arm of the immigration police as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Mahony's declaration of solidarity with illegal immigrants, for whom Lent is every day, is a startling call to civil disobedience, as courageous as it is timely. We hope it forestalls the day when works of mercy become a federal crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114150051924993689?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114150051924993689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114150051924993689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114150051924993689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114150051924993689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/03/gospel-vs-hr-4437.html' title='The Gospel vs. H.R. 4437'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114110413307110170</id><published>2006-02-27T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:26:56.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is your Harry Potter Alter-Ego?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='400'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1106407125Dumbledore.bmp'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/b&gt;. Strong and powerful you admirably defend your world and your charges against those who would seek to harm them.  However sometimes you can fail to do what you must because you care too much to cause suffering.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ginny Weasley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Remus Lupin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Severus Snape&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lord Voldemort&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='20' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;20%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=2338'&gt;Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm really shocked and appalled that I did not get closer to Harry!  I want to be the one who swoops in last minute and saves the day!!   However, it is cool that I'm Dumbledore because I do have charges that I want to protect and teach.  Sixty six of them to be exact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114110413307110170?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114110413307110170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114110413307110170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114110413307110170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114110413307110170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-is-your-harry-potter-alter-ego.html' title='Who is your Harry Potter Alter-Ego?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114093100844006145</id><published>2006-02-25T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:18:30.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing that can't be fixed with love.</title><content type='html'>Miki and I went and saw a really good movie tonight.  Tyler Perry's &lt;em&gt;Madea's Family Reunion.&lt;/em&gt;  Tyler Perry, a playwright/screenwriter/director/producer/actor/all-around prodigy has really created a great collection of work with his Madea chronicles.  The least of these is &lt;em&gt;Diary of a Mad Black Woman&lt;/em&gt;, which is good, but not as strong, in my opinion, as &lt;em&gt;Family Reunion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is most notably stinkin' hilarious.  Then, it takes a turn for the preachy, but it's message is definitely worth your time.  It's all about family, love, God, and most of all respect for yourself, family, and culture.  Making good choices is something it preaches also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not familiar with Perry's plays, his movies and straight to video releases provide a great intro.  Check out his stuff on www.amazon.com...  Pretty prolific guy.  He directs/writes/produces/stars in his creations.  He stars as, of course, a very tough-as-nails pistol toting ghetto grandma.  But, he also acts as an old man and other various relatives.  He does right what Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence have only tried to do!  Gender bending at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/madeasfamilyreunion5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/madeasfamilyreunion5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114093100844006145?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114093100844006145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114093100844006145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114093100844006145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114093100844006145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-nothing-that-cant-be-fixed-with.html' title='There&apos;s nothing that can&apos;t be fixed with love.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114065644277394089</id><published>2006-02-22T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:00:42.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tackle the TAKS</title><content type='html'>So, the Writing TAKS Test is over for this year.  One test down, two to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were such troopers!  I view my job on TAKS days as a cheerleader.  It is my job to make them feel as comfortable as possible.  To feel loved, special, and above all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  So, I have a couple strategies to do this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the first thing I do when I get my kids from the gym is to give them all a high five, one by one, and say "Tackle the TAKS, [insert child's name here]!"  They respond by saying, "Tackle the TAKS!" in a louder voice.  It's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we're in the room, before I go to get the TOP SECRET documents, I have them pray.  I can't actually tell them to pray, but I say, "We're going to take a minute of silence now before the test.  If you have &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; that you might like to talk to and ask for guidance or anything you might like to think about, you may do so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A litle girl raised her hand and said, "May we pray?"  &lt;br /&gt;"Definitely!  At your desk," I replied.  She immediately crossed herself and clasped her hands together.  It was precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I play a song.  It's always the same, cheese-filled mess every time, but it works.  I tell them sing along, and they do, to "I Believe I Can Fly" by R. Kelly.  They raise their hands, they lift their voices.  It really made me shed a tear.  I had to look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they work.  All day.  In silence.  The state has so many rules and regulations, it's like a government secret.  Wait, it is a government secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it's over until April.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114065644277394089?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114065644277394089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114065644277394089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114065644277394089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114065644277394089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/02/tackle-taks.html' title='Tackle the TAKS'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-114005057692712335</id><published>2006-02-15T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:43:54.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 30 Problems with the Big Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;[I found this article on digg.com.  It may not entirely promote creation, but I find it interesting.  The article is kind of heavy reading, though.  Enjoy!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmologists are often in error, but never in doubt.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metaresearch.org/cosmology/BB-top-30.asp"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;|&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://digg.com/science/The_Top_30_Problems_with_the_Big_Bang"&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-114005057692712335?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/114005057692712335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=114005057692712335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114005057692712335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/114005057692712335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/02/top-30-problems-with-big-bang.html' title='The Top 30 Problems with the Big Bang'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113953772932188197</id><published>2006-02-09T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:15:29.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>Any myspace users??  I cannot log into my myspace account!  my profile is there, but i can't log in!!  email is correct and password is correct.  Is anyone else a similiar problem??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113953772932188197?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113953772932188197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113953772932188197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113953772932188197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113953772932188197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/02/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113915024547804021</id><published>2006-02-05T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:37:25.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever happened to good 'ol Elphaba?</title><content type='html'>I know this is a question all of us have asked ourselves.  If you think at all about when Dorothy triumphed over the Wicked Witch of the West, you simply must think about what caused the Wicked Witch to be, well, so...&lt;em&gt;wicked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the subject of a wonderful book I am reading now called &lt;em&gt;Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West.&lt;/em&gt;  It is the basis for the Broadway musical of the same name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt compelled to post about this novel because it is bringing me such entertainment and amusement right now.  It takes itself seriously as a work of literature, but then at times it is merely comical.  It's by Gregory Maguire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113915024547804021?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113915024547804021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113915024547804021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113915024547804021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113915024547804021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/02/whatever-happened-to-good-ol-elphaba.html' title='Whatever happened to good &apos;ol Elphaba?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113816639542882327</id><published>2006-01-24T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:19:55.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I caved.</title><content type='html'>Once again, I follow the huddled masses like a lemming.  I have a myspace account now.  I am still going to support the good old Blogger, but check me out at myspace as I'll update that one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/brianhdean"&gt;www.myspace.com/brianhdean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113816639542882327?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113816639542882327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113816639542882327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113816639542882327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113816639542882327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-caved.html' title='I caved.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113787508302905087</id><published>2006-01-21T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:24:43.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice."  - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/George_Jackson"&gt;George Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113787508302905087?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113787508302905087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113787508302905087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113787508302905087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113787508302905087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-like-this-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113764604871628130</id><published>2006-01-18T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:47:31.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the Classroom Address</title><content type='html'>Friday night, 20/20 did an investigative report on American public schools.  John Stossel was the anchor.  It's no surprise that he painted a dismal picture.  Stossel droned on and on about how much lower American students scored on an international test than Belgian students.  I am not disputing that fact.  It is true.  What I am disputing is the attitude with which Stossel presented his findings.  He was downright hateful of teachers and administrators who have devoted their lives to the underprivilidged and 'forgotten' children in our society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher, I am definitely biased to this issue.  I agree that our schools are overcrowded, understaffed, and not as good as a rich private school.  That is due to the nature of American instruction.  Class size in Belgium is lower than in America.  From Pre-Kinder up to fourth grade, Texas allows only twenty-two students in a classroom.  In fifth grade, it goes up to twenty eight.  Twenty eight ten and eleven year olds to one teacher.  Some districts that are more financially well off will sometimes have an aide that assists teachers in one grade level, and that is a tremendous help.  I don't have a problem with twenty two students.  That's how many I have.  I do have a problem when it rises above that.  I think in middle school and high school, especially, kids can get lost in the fray.  Teachers simply do not have time (yes, some don't even try to make time) to address each student individually in the time allotted.  So, those students that purposefully sit in the back to avoid contact with the teacher are successful.  Students fall through the cracks every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I believe that our students fail in international competitions because our philosophy of education does not include very much higher level thinking.  Sure, there are some classes and teachers that foster higher level thinking skills, but your average student can earn a high school diploma and not have much to show for it intellectually.  We are so focused on standardized testing that we neglect to introduce them to Aristotle, Plato, Socrates, Melville, Salinger, and others who influence contemporary thought.  We offer Spanish classes in elementary, but they can be a joke.  I barely know Spanish at all and when I say to my class, "¡Hola! ¿Cómo estan?"  They look at me with blank looks.  They have had Spanish instruction from a native Spanish speaker since kindergarten.  This is fourth grade!  Other countries, such as Belgium, I'm sure, make sure their students are virtually fluent in English and probably French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stossel asserts that American schools don't teach as well as schools in other countries because they are government monopolies, and monopolies don't have much incentive to compete. In Belgium, by contrast, the money is attached to the kids — it's a kind of voucher system. Government funds education — at many different kinds of schools — but if a school can't attract students, it goes out of business.  Basically, he thinks if parents could have choice of schools, it would force the schools to step up and become better in order to attract students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that Garland ISD does have choice of school.  Many parents choose Garland because of that fact.  If they don't like the school, they can take their child out and move them, if there's space at another school.  Personally, as a teacher, I like that system.  In a way, it does foster some sense of pride in where I teach.  My students have chosen to stay in my classroom.  Also, they have chosen to stay over from third grade to fourth.  That means the parents trust me and the rest of the fourth grade teachers to educate their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into a very long post, so I will end with this:  Competition is not the only answer to improving America's schools.  We must stop overburdening teachers with large classes and unrealistic testing expectations.  I do not think that more money spent on programs is the answer.  I think that giving teachers good environments to teach in and students good environments to learn in is the first step to solving the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113764604871628130?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113764604871628130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113764604871628130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113764604871628130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113764604871628130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/01/state-of-classroom-address.html' title='State of the Classroom Address'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113743827526953456</id><published>2006-01-16T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:05:45.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AutumnSong123/1070289651_ffKermit_s.jpg" border="0" alt="kermit.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Kermit the Frog.You are reliable, responsible and caring.  And you&lt;br /&gt;have a habit of waving your arms about&lt;br /&gt;maniacally.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:"Hi ho!" "Yaaay!" and&lt;br /&gt;"Sheesh!"FAVORITE MOVIE:"How Green Was My Mother"&lt;br /&gt;LAST BOOK READ:"Surfin' the Webfoot: A Frog's Guide to the&lt;br /&gt;Internet"&lt;br /&gt;HOBBIES:Sitting in the swamp playing banjo.&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE:"Hmm, my banjo is wet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AutumnSong123/quizzes/What%20Muppet%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; What Muppet are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113743827526953456?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113743827526953456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113743827526953456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113743827526953456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113743827526953456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-are-kermit-frog.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113617566160925765</id><published>2006-01-01T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:21:01.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophers of the world, unite!</title><content type='html'>This quote popped up on my personalized Google homepage.  What do you all think about it?  The connotations it suggests, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The marvel of all history is the patience with which men and women submit to burdens unnecessarily laid upon them by their governments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/William_H._Borah"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William H. Borah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113617566160925765?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113617566160925765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113617566160925765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113617566160925765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113617566160925765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2006/01/philosophers-of-world-unite.html' title='Philosophers of the world, unite!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113598256232726640</id><published>2005-12-30T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T09:42:32.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some new buzz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;For any of you that know Adrian Disch or just like good music, here's some fodder for ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adrian plays bass in a band called the &lt;a href="http://www.chrismegert.com/"&gt;Chris James Band.&lt;/a&gt;  The lead singer's name is Chris Megert, but James is his stage name.  Don't know why.  They sound really good and if I ever figure out how to post music on here, I'll put up "Coming Down" because it rocks my face off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, they are playing at &lt;a href="http://www.clubclearview.com"&gt;Club Clearview&lt;/a&gt; in Deep Ellum Jan. 6th @ 10:30.  Everyone should come see them!!  Cover is $10.  I would describe them as a bit more pop than John Mayer, but along the same lines.  Very cool sound.  Jazz/blues/rock influenced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113598256232726640?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113598256232726640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113598256232726640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113598256232726640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113598256232726640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-new-buzz.html' title='Some new buzz!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113580664085055179</id><published>2005-12-28T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:12:00.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was angry back then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had some music on a loop as I was in my office organizing, i.e. throwing things away. Shawn Colvin's song "Diamond in the Rough" came on. I was singing along until she got to the second verse. I might as well have been hit in the face with a jackhammer. I was taken aback by memories and feelings from so long ago mixed with feelings of the present. Has a song lyric ever done that to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every now and then I can see that I'm getting somewhere. Where I have to go is so deep. I was angry back then, and you know I still am. I have lost too much sleep, But I'm gonna find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That part of the song used to play and I would not think twice, but this time I did.  I have been an angry person for a while now.  Probably ever since I was in third grade.  I haven't always been the volatile angry person throwing chairs and screaming with my hands in the air.  However, I have been the introverted angry person.  I keep things inside until I can't anymore.  Until I almost explode and freak out on everybody in the dentist's office.  Which type is worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been angry about so many things.  So many things that are completely out of my control.  Why I had to grow up a pastor's kid.  Why I had to go to the &lt;em&gt;specialist&lt;/em&gt; all the time and miss fun stuff at school.  Why my uncle and aunt didn't like me.  Why people at church expected something out of me simply because of who my dad was.  Why God allows some people to prosper while living such horrible lives and being so absolutely hateful to people.  Why couldn't those people have the medical issues?  At least it would fit their personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How selfish do I sound?  That is exactly what I discovered about myself.  I was, and am, selfish.  All the things that I have let eat me up for decades need to stop.  I need to build a bridge and move on.  God moved on from His son having to die.  He still is willing to save us and let us spend eternity in Heaven.  Why can't I just let something go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anger is not fun.  No matter how much I thought I was over stuff, that song brought them roaring back.  Clearly, I have more to work on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for the confession-like entry.  I promise next one will be much more jovial!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113580664085055179?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113580664085055179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113580664085055179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113580664085055179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113580664085055179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-angry-back-then.html' title='I was angry back then.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113422852179893760</id><published>2005-12-10T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T07:34:58.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Child Left Behind?  Psshaw!</title><content type='html'>Texas is the only state in the nation that reduced the assistance provided to help students meet higher standards during the 2004-2005 school year, according to a recent report released by NEA.NEA's latest Rankings and Estimates of School Statistics for the 2004-05 school year paints a bleak picture of public school funding in Texas: Per pupil expenditures for education in Texas fell by 1 percent from the previous year, and Texas dropped from 36th to 40th relative to other states' education investments. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texas now spends $1,440 per student less than the national average. Texas teacher salaries fell--for the fifth consecutive year--to 33rd in the country. Texas teachers make $6,688 less than the national average. Texas' student population has grown by more 70,000 students a year for the past 10 years, and this report doesn't take into account this year's influx of evacuees from Hurricane Katrina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state share of education investments dropped by 3.2% in 2004-05, confirming reports that the state may provide 35% or less of the funding for Texas public schools. "The Texas Supreme Court just warned the legislature that we are 'drifting toward constitutional inadequacy,' and this new data indicates that our state education investments may have already failed to make the grade and slipped into that category," said TSTA President Donna New Haschke. "Although teachers and education support professionals have fought against all odds to help our students continue to make progress and meet academic standards, they cannot continue to do so without the tools they need for teaching and learning," she observed. "The legislative leadership has failed to craft and pass a viable plan to provide funding to improve Texas schools for the past three years. It was inevitable that Texas would continue to fall farther behind what other states are doing to help our students and teachers." Haschke called for a broad-based, bipartisan, long-range plan to provide Texas children what they need to succeed in school and in life. "If the politicians opt for a quick fix in next spring's special session instead of developing a responsible plan, things will be even worse next year," Haschke said. "It's time to face the facts: Texas public schools are seriously underfunded, and it's past time for the legislature to invest in Texas students who hold the key to our future economic potential."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113422852179893760?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113422852179893760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113422852179893760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113422852179893760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113422852179893760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-child-left-behind-psshaw.html' title='No Child Left Behind?  Psshaw!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113407155764836957</id><published>2005-12-08T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:40:28.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The whiteness encompasses all.</title><content type='html'>I went to bed last night with the sound of ice falling on the windows and sidewalks.  I woke this morning to the sound of the ticker tape on T.V. announcing which school districts were closed.  Mine was one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done on my surprise day off?  Not that much.  I should grade papers, organize, but I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113407155764836957?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113407155764836957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113407155764836957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113407155764836957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113407155764836957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/12/whiteness-encompasses-all.html' title='The whiteness encompasses all.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113323593319781787</id><published>2005-11-28T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:58:32.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 15 minutes...er, seconds, of fame.</title><content type='html'>TODAY I WAS LIVE ON THE AIR WITH &lt;a href="http://www.kiddlive.com"&gt;KIDD KRADDICK IN THE MORNING&lt;/a&gt;!!!!  Yes, it's true.  I had my 15 seconds of fame.  Actually, it was probably more like 30, but who's counting.  I have been a faithful listener since high school and have tried many times to get on the air, and I finally did.  I did not get to talk to Rich, my soul brother, but at least I got to speak to Kidd and Kellie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into all the details of the call unless you want me to!  Don't want to bore anyone.  I just wanted to share my excitement and elation with you.  I now feel a deep urge to begin a degree in broadcasting and become a radio talk show host.  Maybe I'll have my own XM Radio talk show!  I could be the next...big thing.  Anyone out there want to be a sidekick??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113323593319781787?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113323593319781787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113323593319781787&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113323593319781787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113323593319781787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-15-minuteser-seconds-of-fame.html' title='My 15 minutes...er, seconds, of fame.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113293210315700039</id><published>2005-11-25T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:11:19.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And isn't it ironic...don'tcha think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newsmax.com/archives/ic/2005/11/25/03401.shtml"&gt;Ex-FEMA Director Michael Brown opens a disaster preparedness firm.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113293210315700039?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113293210315700039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113293210315700039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113293210315700039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113293210315700039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-isnt-it-ironicdontcha-think.html' title='And isn&apos;t it ironic...don&apos;tcha think?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113242723697516817</id><published>2005-11-19T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:19:55.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/1118094766wesley-john.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/1118094766wesley-john.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/1118094766wesley-john.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan. You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan 89%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformed Evangelical 68%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergent/Postmodern 54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo orthodox 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Charismatic/Pentecostal 46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical Liberal 46%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fundamentalist 43%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Liberal 32%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Roman Catholic 25% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=43870"&gt;What's your theological worldview?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;        created by &lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113242723697516817?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113242723697516817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113242723697516817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113242723697516817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113242723697516817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-scored-as-evangelical.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113193871994411423</id><published>2005-11-13T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T11:22:08.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After today, I'm sure my neighbors think I am a few fries short of a Happy Meal! Oh my gosh, I am so embarrassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was cleaning out my car today and set a shirt, my Bible, and a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; personal journal on the trunk of my car. When I arrived home tonight, those three items were sitting on my porch in a nice, neat stack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clearly, I drove off with them still on top of my trunk and some kind neighbor put them on porch! But, did they read the journal? Do they know my deep secrets now? Am I still a man of mystery? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113193871994411423?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113193871994411423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113193871994411423&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113193871994411423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113193871994411423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-today-im-sure-my-neighbors-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113175463878642988</id><published>2005-11-11T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:17:18.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me, M. Night Shyamalan!  You're my only hope.</title><content type='html'>One of my 4th graders said something weird to me today.  We had just finished a lesson on prefixes and suffixes.  I will call her Suzie for anonymity's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie approaches me and says, "Mr. Dean, I have the gift of communicating with the dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah?" I reply, only half listening.  "That's...interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day goes on.  We switch classes and a new group rotates into my classroom for reading.  I teach them with none of the declaring themselves a medium.  We go to lunch, recess, restroom break, and then back to class.  I teach my third class and then get my homeroom back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie approaches me as though she has been waiting all day to continue the conversation.  I admit, I was curious myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Dean," she began.  "I talk to dead people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said that this morning.  Were you messing with Mr. Dean?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.  I contact them in my room when I'm by myself.  My whole family knows I can do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow.  This is surreal,  &lt;/em&gt;I think.  &lt;em&gt;What do I say?  Do I even respond?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to respond very much.  It weirded me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Suzie, be careful.  Don't get too caught up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've all seen the "Sixth Sense," I wanted to say, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good!  Now, get your things ready to go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Mr. Dean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my nightmare begins.  I have a potential &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075005/"&gt;Damien&lt;/a&gt; in my classroom!  I really hope I don't make her mad.  She made a 'B' in my class, so hopefully that's okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids will say some things sometimes just for a reaction.  I didn't react too much, which I'm proud of.  If I'd had my wits about me, I would have called the local Catholic parish and had a priest come start the exorcism process.  We'll see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113175463878642988?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113175463878642988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113175463878642988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113175463878642988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113175463878642988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/11/help-me-m-night-shyamalan-youre-my.html' title='Help me, M. Night Shyamalan!  You&apos;re my only hope.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-113067656414229005</id><published>2005-10-30T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:29:33.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can now check another big thing off on my Life's To-Do List. I saw U2 last night. Wow. Amazing. Inspiring. Rock. I'm still processing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/grammys2002_5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/grammys2002_5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/grammys2002_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/grammys2002_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One thing I definitely took away from it was an inspiration to be passionate about something and chase after it with my whole being. Obviously, Bono is a filthy rich rock star. So, he can devote time, money, and other resources that someone like me can't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What U2 has done is start an organization called &lt;a href="http://www.one.org/"&gt;The One Campaign,&lt;/a&gt; The goal is to "make poverty history." Bono really has chased after this vision and, to date, there are two million American members of this organization. He was even nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize for his efforts this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I took away from the show was that I should be just as passionate about what God has called me to do in my life as Bono is about his. I cannot offer as much money or publicity to a cause, but I can do whatever it is I'm doing as though I could offer such things. The truth is, I cannot offer anything worth anything at all except what is given me from God. Right now, I teach fourth grade. I should be as passionate about educating those children and providing a good environment for them. I should also care about their souls. While I can't preach the gospel to them in school, I can pray for God to reveal things to them. I do pray for them, but will definitely be more proactive in doing so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, pray and find what it is God has you to do and be passionate about it! Don't divide yourself from other people. Embrace the people God has put in your life and know they're there for a reason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-113067656414229005?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/113067656414229005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=113067656414229005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113067656414229005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/113067656414229005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-can-now-check-another-big-thing-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112900117207203255</id><published>2005-10-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:26:12.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Crash</title><content type='html'>Just had to plug a fabulous movie.  I was talking with Jill, Brad, and Kristi about the movie "Crash" yesterday.  Everyone should watch it.  Keep little kids away, and forgive the language, but it will make you see things in a totally different way.  Very well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112900117207203255?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112900117207203255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112900117207203255&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112900117207203255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112900117207203255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/10/watch-crash.html' title='Watch Crash'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112865441685190419</id><published>2005-10-06T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:03:32.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do apologize for this post in advance.</title><content type='html'>Yep, you have guessed wisely. After today's pop-culture news, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post. Actually, it's more like I must process this horrible news somehow and this avenue is strangely cathartic. What is this post about? You got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/katie_holmes72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/katie_holmes72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tom clutches Katie at a movie premiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Help, Katie! They want me to act like I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;into you. What do I do??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leviathan that is the Tomkat publicity team announced yesterday that Katie is pregnant with Tom's baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this be? Isn't it common knowledge that he's gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that their whole relationship appears orchestrated by the Church of Scientology, I find this most recent development simply disgusting. It's not even the age factor that sickens me, it's the fact that Katie allowed herself to be brainwashed by the biggest doofushead in the biz. Someone along the line thought Tom had a pretty face and that he could act. I must admit that he does get parts in some dang good flicks. However, for him to be this crazy, I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Katie lost all sense of reason? Is he controlling her? I think it's a little of both. She is star struck and he is needing something to give him some positive press. Oops, I think this backfired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that the church of scientology has something to gain from this. Tom has probably been brainwashed for so long or has simply become so infiltrated with their insanity that he thinks it's true now. Whichever it is, he needs to come back to earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, too, needs to come back down to earth. Lose the alien worshipping nincompoop, Katie! Return to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, just had to dish a bit. I hope everyone has a splendid weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112865441685190419?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112865441685190419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112865441685190419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112865441685190419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112865441685190419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-do-apologize-for-this-post-in.html' title='I do apologize for this post in advance.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112865313688834622</id><published>2005-10-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:45:36.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Athletes Can't Get Other Jobs</title><content type='html'>I think this shows why we love our athletes so much and, also, why we should be alarmed that our children idolize these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Cubs outfielder Andre Dawson on being a role model: "I wan' all dem kids to do what I do, to look up to me. I wan' all the kids to copulate me."&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans Saint RB George Rogers when asked about the upcoming season:"I want to rush for 1,000 or 1,500 yards, whichever comes first."&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;And, upon hearing Joe Jacobi of the 'Skins say: "I'd run over my own mother to win the Super Bowl," Matt Millen of the Raiders said: "To win, I'd run over Joe's Mom, too."&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Torrin Polk, University of Houston receiver, on his coach, John Jenkins: "He treats us like men. He lets us wear earrings."&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Football commentator and former player Joe Theismann, 1996: "Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein."&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Senior basketball player at the University of Pittsburgh: "I'm going to graduate on time, no matter how long it takes." (now that is beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Bill Peterson, a Florida State football coach: "You guys line up alphabetically by height." And, "You guys pair up in groups of three, then line up in a circle."&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Boxing promoter Dan Duva on Mike Tyson hooking up again with promoter Don King: "Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton."&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Stu Grimson, Chicago Blackhawks left wing, explaining why he keeps a color photo of himself above his locker: "That's so when I forget how to spell my name, I can still find my clothes."&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Lou Duva, veteran boxing trainer, on the Spartan training regime of heavyweight Andrew Golota: "He's a guy who gets up at six o'clock in the morning regardless of what time it is."&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Nevitt, North Carolina State basketball player, explaining to Coach Jim Valvano why he appeared nervous at practice: "My sister's expecting a baby, and I don't know if I'm going to be an uncle or an aunt." (I wonder if his IQ ever hit room temperature in January)&lt;br /&gt;............................................................&lt;br /&gt;Frank Layden, Utah Jazz president, on a former player: "I told him, 'Son, what is it with you? Is it ignorance or apathy?'He said, 'Coach, I don't know, and I don't care.'"&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Shelby Metcalf, basketball coach at Texas A&amp;amp;M, recounting what he told a player who received four F's and one D: "Son, looks to me like you're spending too much time on one subject."&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Amarillo High School and Oiler coach Bum Phillips when asked by Bob Costas why he takes his wife on all the road trips, Phillips responded: "Because she is too damn ugly to kiss good-bye."(Dead man walkin')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112865313688834622?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112865313688834622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112865313688834622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112865313688834622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112865313688834622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-athletes-cant-get-other-jobs.html' title='Why Athletes Can&apos;t Get Other Jobs'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112838092873833102</id><published>2005-10-03T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:57:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A movie actually worthy of 4 out 5 stars!!</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to see "Flightplan" and could not go without posting about it! I apologize in advance for my enthusiasm :) "Flightplan" delivers a frightening thriller with an airtight plot. Mysteries can always be solved, and so can "Flightplan," but not easily! I am a film buff, so I can usually at least suspect some plot twists, but this one truly kept me guessing until the last 15 minutes or so. However, I am one of the lowly who did not figure out the “Sixth Sense” before the end, so maybe I’m just slow. The film does move along with definite logic and very few holes after the mystery is set up. The mystery is that Jodie Foster’s daughter disappears once a plane takes off and no one claims to have seen her on board. Is Foster crazy? You’ll have to see to find out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/flightplan21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/flightplan21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jodie Foster snoops around the airplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Jodie Foster movie is similar to her "Panic Room.” In both films, a woman uses courage and intelligence to defend her child against enemies who control the situation. The problem she faces in "Flightplan" is more confusing: Who are her enemies? Why would they want her daughter? How can this happen on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;The mother and daughter team is on a sad journey. Her husband has died after falling from a rooftop. The coffin is in the hold, and she is traveling with her daughter. She falls asleep, she wakes up, and daughter is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie systematically searches the airplane. She works for the company that built it, so she knows her way around. Calm at first, then on the edge of panic. She tries to seem more rational than she feels, so the crew won't dismiss her as a madwoman. Certainly they're tempted, because the passenger list lacks the child's name, the departure gate at Munich says she did not get on the plane, and her boarding pass and backpack are nowhere to be found. The captain and the air marshal on board receive a message from Munich informing them that Foster’s daughter was killed along with her father. Obviously, the traumatized mother is fantasizing!&lt;br /&gt;And that's all you'll find out from me. There is no one else I want to mention, no other developments I want to discuss, and no other questions I want to raise. If someone tries to tell you anything else about "Flightplan," run far, far away!!&lt;br /&gt;The movie's excellence comes from Foster's (one of my favorite actors) performance as a resourceful and brave woman. Also, the supporting casts of crew and pilot and air marshal serve the film well.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the “few holes plot;” few action thrillers can boast that there are virtually no holes in the story. Yet, this one is so well thought out that you can see the characters working things out ahead of you. You know there’s something you are missing and when you find out, it is not contrived at all. The film flows. You will absolutely not be bored. However, you owe it to yourself to see this when you are fully awake and can appreciate the effort it took to act, make, and film this movie! It is superbly done. I liked it much more than “Panic Room,” but definitely not as much as “Silence of the Lambs,” on a list of Jodie Foster’s films.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize this was so long. I haven’t done a movie review in a while, but felt compelled after seeing this one!! Have a great night, y’all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112838092873833102?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112838092873833102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112838092873833102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112838092873833102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112838092873833102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/10/movie-actually-worthy-of-4-out-5-stars.html' title='A movie actually worthy of 4 out 5 stars!!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112805276508871196</id><published>2005-09-29T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:13:54.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird times In Elementary School</title><content type='html'>I emerge from my Blogging Winter to pen this stunning expose. A funny thing happened as I sat waiting on a parent to pick up one of my students yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tutor after school and there was one girl left yet to be picked up. It was 4:30 and I was antsy to get the heck outta dodge. &lt;em&gt;Why am I the one stuck here with this kid? &lt;/em&gt;I thought. &lt;em&gt;Everyone else's parent got here at four!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sprung from my silent reverie by a single question from said little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Dean, do you have a girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and feigned shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's private information," I responded with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," she said. "I have a boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good for you," I replied. "I bet he's a special person." [sarcasm undetected by student]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Lots of boys like me. I'm a cheater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snortaughed [a snort and a laugh combined].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Don't be a cheater Suzy [not real name]! You're better than that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah, I always cheat on my boyfriends, Mr. Dean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if he cheats on you? Is that okay with you?" This was my sore attempt to help her realize the gravity [har har] of her choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, he knows he better not be playin' me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I laughed out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are so funny, but then I always wonder if this little "game" of hers will rear its ugly head in her future? Perhaps, I will see her and her man on Jerry Springer one day. I will be proud, I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112805276508871196?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112805276508871196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112805276508871196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112805276508871196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112805276508871196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/09/weird-times-in-elementary-school.html' title='Weird times In Elementary School'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112570065558869827</id><published>2005-09-02T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:37:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Kidd Kraddick actually have a point here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Normally I struggle to find a point amid Kidd Kraddick's (Dallas based morning show host) ramblings.  He is a good radio host because he definitely gets people's attention.  I wonder if it is just his schtick to come off so misinformed and emotional.  I don't worry that he gets his nails done and his hair did and all that.  What really annoys me most is that he misspeaks a lot.  He'll be going on about something (in his special annoying way) and be quoting the wrong person all the time and getting his facts mixed up.  He's always recanting things he said.  Not that I don't love the show.  I think he, Kellie, Big Al, and Rich make for a very entertaining ride to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think he does actually have a point this week.  Kidd Kraddick In the Morning has devoted it's 5 hours a day this week to the New Orlean's disaster.  I leave Alabama and Baton Rouge and Biloxi out for a reason.  They don't talk about those towns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, he is questioning the government's response, or lack thereof, at this horrible situation.  I echo his sentiment.  I see nightly reports of violence, theft, rape, and general lawlessness on the news and where is the National Guard?  Where is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fema.gov"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?  Where are all the celebrities that showed up for the tsunami victims and Live 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say that the world's greatest band, U2, is adding benefit shows to its North American tour.  Of course, they would.  They have their priorities in order.  What about the others, though?  There's no telethon with Tom Cruise, Oprah Winfrey, Halle Berry, and Collin Farrell for these desparate Americans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, I think the governor of Louisiana's move in telling the gas companies not to price gouge shows us that the government &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do something about the outrageous gas prices.  How about the gas companies themselves volunteer to cut profits by a percentage, as Bill O'Reilly suggested?  Maybe because it would actually be a nice thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it is a travesty that help is not already more readily available to these refugees.  I think anyone who attempts to rape anyone in the Super Dome should be shot immediately.  Zero tolerance.  I do not condone the death penalty, but in these circumstances, we cannot tolerate these sickos.  I don't care how mad you are, how sad you are, how hungry you are.  Raping a hurricane victim in front of thousands of other victims doesn't solve anything.  Monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We need soldiers in New Orleans protecting the innocent.  Email President Bush and say so.  Maye if flood his inbox, he'll do something!!  LOL  &lt;a href="mailto:president@whitehouse.gov"&gt;president@whitehouse.gov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a great Labor Day everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112570065558869827?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112570065558869827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112570065558869827&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112570065558869827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112570065558869827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/09/does-kidd-kraddick-actually-have-point.html' title='Does Kidd Kraddick actually have a point here?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112528617037587698</id><published>2005-08-28T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:29:30.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've gotta pray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/katrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/katrina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to encourage anyone who reads this to pray for the people of New Orleans and any other city that is projected to be hit by Hurricane Katrina.  I can't imagine what it would be like to know that you may never be able to live in your house again and there is nothing you can do about it.  It really seems to put things in perspective.  I have a teacher friend with family in New Orleans and they are all very anxious right now.  I know there are over 100,000 people that did not have a way to evacuate and they are all in shelters or the Super Dome.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more about my life in Texas later.  I hope all is well with everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112528617037587698?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112528617037587698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112528617037587698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112528617037587698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112528617037587698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/08/weve-gotta-pray.html' title='We&apos;ve gotta pray.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112373226488238887</id><published>2005-08-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:10:26.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grind.</title><content type='html'>On Monday, I will begin my second year teaching at Ida Handley Elementary School. I am back in fourth grade teaching Reading and Social Studies. Very excited! The past two weeks have been getting my room set up and going to various meetings. It's funny, if the kids only knew how much prep time goes into teaching them... I really don't think I fully understood it, even as a high school and college student. So, mad props to all the teachers out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is pretty much completed and I was walking around it today doing odds and ends. While I roamed, I was thinking about my third grade teacher, Mrs. Joyce Collins. She was probably one of the best teachers I've ever had. Truthfully, she was probably tied with my 2nd and 5th grade teacher, Miss Apple. However, my thoughts turned to Mrs. Collins today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I remember about her are the things I want my students to remember about me 17 years from now. Whoa, scary. She was always patient. Never angry. She kept us in line, though. I remember that I had a hard time with multiplication and the day that I actually solved a problem for the class, she screamed, ran over, hugged me and said, "Oh, Brian! My little chickadee's got it!" Or, something to that effect. Whatever it was that she said, it made me feel about as special as I'd ever felt. We, her students, wanted to succeed for her more than for ourselves or our parents. We wanted Mrs. Collins to be proud and she made sure we knew she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my students to think of me in the same way. Only as an encourager. I can learn just about as much from them as I can teach them. Teachers must be willing to let their students' personalities show and teach to them. Mrs. Collins had a great way of knowing how to make each of her students feel special and needed. I only hope I can do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all of this emotional mumbo jumbo aside, I hope I prepare them adequately for the TAKS Test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you have any favorite teacher stories? I'd love to hear them. They would inspire me to me a better teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112373226488238887?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112373226488238887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112373226488238887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112373226488238887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112373226488238887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112284545376529688</id><published>2005-07-31T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:33:58.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An ethical question.</title><content type='html'>Please bear with me. This is a really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; random post. Brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know several women from work who, over the past year, have gone to extraordinary lengths to become pregnant. They have spent thousands of dollars, been poked and prodded, and undergone every possible avenue for their precious eggs to be fertilized and then implanted into their womb. All because it wouldn't happen naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, I am in conversation about medical ethics. For some reason, I find it an interesting issue. We can do a lot now, or rather we are on the precipice of being able to do so much more genetically speaking. Many people are very strongly opposed to any form of genetic modification. For example, determine the hair/eye color, or sex of the baby. I have also encountered some who would not be in favor of going in and fixing the DNA (far in the future) to prevent major medical issues. I, for one, would have no problem if the doctors told me that my child would have muscular dystrophy, and it were possible, to perform a procedure to correct that gene responsible. Maybe I'm in the minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the question I pose: If it is okay for "ethical" people to go to great lengths medically to get pregnant. Why are they opposed to going to great lengths to make the child as healthy as possible?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they not willing to accept that maybe it's not in God's will for them to actually give birth without trying all these crazy things, but are appalled if you ask if they would correct a problem before the baby was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense? I guess what I'm getting at is this: I know a couple who has tried for five years to get pregnant and finally did. This was after a horrid six months where the doctors basically shocked the woman's body into menopause and then started it up again menstruating. It did such a huge number on her, BUT she did get pregnant. The baby was premature and has some issues, but is going to be fine. I truly am excited for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they went and did all this stuff to her body to &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; pregnant. What if they could have done something in utero or whatever (I'm no expert) to correct the problems the baby had at birth? What's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I rambled. I hope I made sense! I'm going to do some research on this myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112284545376529688?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112284545376529688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112284545376529688&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112284545376529688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112284545376529688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/07/ethical-question.html' title='An ethical question.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112187012737892447</id><published>2005-07-20T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T07:39:13.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please allow me this moment to mourn publicly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Bullock married Monster Garage star Jesse James Saturday at a ranch north of Santa Barbara. Bullock and James started dating in December 2003. This is Bullock's first marriage. James has one son and two daughters from previous marriages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/1600/sandra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7046/653/320/sandra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As many of you know, Sandra and I were supposed to get married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"When?" you may ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"At some point in our lives," I would answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do feel a tad bit slighted by her marrying someone else. I mean, to have someone ask you to wait on love for her career to get more stable, and, then you do, only, to have it thrown in your face? I mean, what is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt a good 6 years ago that her career was fairly stable, and even after the travesty that was Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous, I still think her career is rock solid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have told her all along that I dug her chili. Was that in vain? It appears so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Truth be told, the last two or three conversations we've had have been awkward, in a way. Lots of long silences with me starting to say something and then stopping myself because I heard her voice, but then realizing it was her talking to someone on the other end. Her saying she had to go to a publicity thing and then me saying where and her answering, "Oh...you know. Just a publicity thing!" Yeah, I do know Sandra. Just know, I could have been your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;greatest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; adventure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, ladies, I am free and not tied down!  Bring it oooooooonnnnnnn!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112187012737892447?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112187012737892447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112187012737892447&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112187012737892447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112187012737892447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/07/please-allow-me-this-moment-to-mourn.html' title='Please allow me this moment to mourn publicly.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112174892334388549</id><published>2005-07-18T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:55:23.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in history...</title><content type='html'>Did you know that on today, July 19, in 2781 BC is the presumed start of the Egyptian calendar?  Pretty random, but cool information!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112174892334388549?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112174892334388549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112174892334388549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112174892334388549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112174892334388549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-in-history.html' title='Today in history...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112089547107119968</id><published>2005-07-08T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:51:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran across this quote the other day by Bertrand Russell and have decided that it is mostly true. It seems a pessimistic stance to me, but one that is sadly the case for many people. I know so many individuals who just love to tell me that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I didn't get to bed until 2:30 last night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why," I ask. "Were you up late working?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No. I just couldn't sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They usually go on talking at this point, saying something to the effect of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I never sleep. I haven't really slept in two years. I think there's something wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If something is indeed wrong, they must like it because they often refuse any offer of help or condolences I give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No, it's just something I have to deal with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I fear that I have said things like that to people before, but why? Was it to gain sympathy? To make them realize how bad my life really is? Why don't we as humans share happiness as much as we do our struggles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the quote makes a good point when it says that people are proud of the fact that they're unhappy or sleep deprived. Many people I have met either at work or wherever it might be seem to love talking about tragedy or how hard life is. I think we should definitely be there for each other when times are tough and should always value honesty. But, when someone answers your greeting with, "my life sucks," every time you talk, I think the problem may lie with their attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't really know what point I was entirely trying to make here. It's late. I never sleep anymore! It's like I lay down and close my eyes, but nothing happens. I try reciting all the words I can think of that start with the letter 'A' then 'B', but it doesn't work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it cool that I can't sleep? [sarcasm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112089547107119968?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112089547107119968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112089547107119968&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112089547107119968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112089547107119968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/07/men-who-are-unhappy-like-men-who-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112075849071654313</id><published>2005-07-07T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:48:10.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos in London.</title><content type='html'>What happened today is truly horrible.  I suppose England is fortunate they did not lose more lives, and it is really amazing that more lives were not lost.  I've been to London and traveled constantly on the Underground while I was there.  Thousands upon thousands of people go through each stop daily.  I am so glad there was such a small number of people who died.  However, I am praying for the families of those who did die, those wounded and for England as a whole.  It really must be disconcerting for those who live and work there to have life interrupted in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all pray for the people of London.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112075849071654313?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112075849071654313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112075849071654313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112075849071654313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112075849071654313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/07/chaos-in-london.html' title='Chaos in London.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-112059061080585035</id><published>2005-07-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:10:10.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La la:  Is this is the worst singer ever?  I don't think so.</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to post about right now.  However, I ran across an article on MSN that I found quite interesting.  It is by a regular columnist on the site and author, Emily Yoffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begins by telling how she's had fantasies of singing in a nightclub, but knows she's a horrendous singer.  Nevertheless, Emily decides to take voice lessons with the expressed goal of giving a concert performance.  The story chronicles her endeavor and the finished product.  You can listen to her performance.  The article is pretty hilarious in its own right, and I can't quite describe what I felt while listening to her, if nothing else, impassioned performance.  Perhaps I felt sympathy, but maybe more admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of this little experiment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slate.msn.com/id/2121187"&gt;http://slate.msn.com/id/2121187&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-112059061080585035?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/112059061080585035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=112059061080585035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112059061080585035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/112059061080585035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/07/la-la-is-this-is-worst-singer-ever-i.html' title='La la:  Is this is the worst singer ever?  I don&apos;t think so.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111921430054890131</id><published>2005-06-19T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:01:10.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy epic motion picture, Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw &lt;em&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/em&gt; and was blown away.  They finally found an actor who can play both Bruce Wayne and Batman.  The story was finally done justice.  &lt;em&gt;Batman&lt;/em&gt; begins where it should, at the beginning.  We see Bruce train in the mountains of Mongolia and the film really fleshes out his character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christian Bale said in an interview that he feels, in a way, that Batman is the "real person," and Bruce Wayne is the altar ego.  This film really supports that notion in how it portrays Wayne/Batman.  Wayne has to create the "billionaire playboy" persona.  It did not come natural, as it was implied in the previous films.  Batman is who Bruce is supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/640/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/320/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bruce Wayne saves his mentor from certain death.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cast was awesome.  I totally didn't even think about Katie Holmes marrying Tom Cruise at all during the movie.  Gary Oldman made Officer Gordon (later to be Commissioner) a real character with depth.  Michael Caine gave Alfred more personality and stake in the story.  Morgan Freemen, as always, infused his limited screen time with presence that few stars can even hope to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that the movie went back to the basics and in the process reached new depths in the story.  I can't wait for the sequel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111921430054890131?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111921430054890131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111921430054890131&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111921430054890131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111921430054890131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/06/holy-epic-motion-picture-batman.html' title='Holy epic motion picture, Batman!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111921568557529227</id><published>2005-06-14T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:19:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/640/MJJsource-088_239983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/320/MJJsource-088_239983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Come on, vogue!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I assume most of you heard that Michael Jackson was acquitted yesterday. "Why do I feel the need to blog about this," you may ask yourself. I went to mjjsource.com today and the way it celebrated his "innocence" prompted me to write about it. The site's intro begins with 'INNOCENT' displayed on the screen and fanfare behind it. Then, a montage of pictures accompanied by the King of Pop himself singing "History," passes across the screen. What caught my attention is the status the site gave the event. It equates Jackson's acquittal with the death of Martin Luther King, Jr., the freeing of Nelson Mandella, and the fall of the Berlin Wall.  Regardless of how I feel about the verdict, I don't think this day should be up there with all the rest. I guess it's a big deal to Michael and his fans, but is it really the cultral event the media has made it out to be? Or, does the media determine what our cultural events are now?  I personally don't think he did molest this boy this time. I'm ont saying he hasn't in the past and that he doesn't have inappropriate relationships with children, but there was too much doubt this time around.  Any thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8219550/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8219550/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111921568557529227?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111921568557529227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111921568557529227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111921568557529227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111921568557529227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-on-vogue-i-assume-most-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111747901266166620</id><published>2005-05-30T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:50:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Dónde están todos mis bloggers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have I done something wrong?  Have I offended every person that reads my blog?  Do I &lt;em&gt;smell?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the questions that fly through my brain as I check and update my blog.  No one has commented on my blog in days.  I fear that I am boring some people with my rants.  I will, therefore, reduce the size of my blogs from the theses they have become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will from now on write in the MTV/Bridget Jones culture of short, quick, choppy, incorrect sentences that leave no room for the brain to daydream or wander.  I will also employ new, hip phrases such as  "that rocks my face off," "that's clean, or "Snap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully, people will be enticed to comment once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent most of this weekend at Lake Texoma.  Good times.  Rained all weekend except today when we left!  Uuggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spending rest of afternoon shredding senstive papers from year of teaching 4th grade.  Must leave nothing that a stalker could pull out of trashcan and identify student with.  Do not want to appear on nightly news.  In a bad way, at least.  Would very much like to appear on nightly news as anchorperson.  Would revolutionize broadcast and attract new, younger viewers.  Would harken back the days of Cronkite!  I would be a semi-celebrity with courtside seats to the Mavericks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to see Episode III again tonight with people that have not seen it.  Only good way to see it again.  Have caught up on previous trilogy over the weekend.  Leia really was hot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am reading a great series by James Patterson.  The Women's Murder Club.  Currently on book three, &lt;u&gt;3rd Chance.&lt;/u&gt;  Books are gripping, suspenseful, and smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will end evening with friends at Cafe Brazil drinking mochas.  Can't decide between hot or iced...  Hmm...life's major decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111747901266166620?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111747901266166620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111747901266166620&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111747901266166620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111747901266166620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/05/dnde-estn-todos-mis-bloggers.html' title='¿Dónde están todos mis bloggers?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111707632839343035</id><published>2005-05-25T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:58:48.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly all is well with the galaxy of Star Wars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith&lt;/em&gt; was a very&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;entertaining and well made movie, aside from the acting and dialogue. I'm sure that most people agree that the acting is a bit stale, so I will save that diatribe for the end of my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From a follower of the &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; saga standpoint, the story of &lt;em&gt;Episode III&lt;/em&gt; really lived up and, perhaps, exceeded expectations. George Lucas had a challenge in making this movie because everyone knew what was going to happen; Anakin Skywalker was going to become Darth Vader and his twins (Luke and Leia from the first trilogy) would be born to Padme, his wife. That did, in fact, happen yet it was fascinating and exciting to watch. Questions such as, "How did Luke and Leia end up on opposite ends of the galaxy at the beginning of A New Hope (er, excuse me&lt;em&gt;, Episode IV&lt;/em&gt;)?", and, "Why exactly did Yoda go into exile?" are answered, and so much more. Lucas obviously is a good story teller, if not screenwriter. This film is a lot darker than the other movies, and for good reason. I am a fan, but I despised &lt;em&gt;Episode I&lt;/em&gt; and only merely tolerated &lt;em&gt;Episode II.&lt;/em&gt; Now, will I buy them so that my children can experience the saga? Of course. They just weren't up to standards. The first two prequels were beyond cheesy and only hinted at the greatness that was to come. This movie really treats the change from good to evil in Anakin as it should be, dark and tragic. I was truly sad for Anakin and Padme and their children when he chose the Dark Side. Perhaps because I knew what was to come and that all was already lost for Darth Vader. Yes, he is semi-reconciled in &lt;em&gt;Return of the Jedi&lt;/em&gt;, but too late to change his crazy ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The special effects to the film deserve special attention in and of themselves. They are, simply put, amazing. I was blown away by the digital transfer that I saw. The opening dogfight through ships and explosions is so detailed and grandiose at the same time. The computer-generated characters are not a distraction and Jar-Jar Binks is only glimpsed briefly. I don't even remember him speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is only one redeeming asset to the film's acting. Ewan McGregor. This guy really proved he is a an actor with this movie. He infused a sense of urgency and depth to Obi-Wan that was obviously absent from the other lead characters. Natalie Portman was not horrible as Padme, but nor was she on the level of her other films. Sam Jackson was merely acceptable as Mace Windu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hayden Christenson. Ladies, I know you will hate me for this, but George Lucas what were you THINKING? He is absolutely horrendous and a slur to the Star Wars legacy. I am so appalled even that he was put into the &lt;em&gt;Return of the Jedi&lt;/em&gt; Special Edition. His acting is so wooden, so campy, so completely uninspired. He is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to have landed this gig. He was carried by the Star Wars empire and did more harm to the name of Vader than good. That is all I have to say about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, please share your thoughts as well in the comments section!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111707632839343035?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111707632839343035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111707632839343035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111707632839343035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111707632839343035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/05/mostly-all-is-well-with-galaxy-of-star.html' title='Mostly all is well with the galaxy of Star Wars.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111654644807156451</id><published>2005-05-19T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:47:28.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off to join the barbarian hordes.</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, it's true.  I am about to venture out with my good friends the Hallman's and see Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I join the hundreds of thousands of loyal Star Wars fans in watching the culmination of over 28 years and 6 films and countless other franchise goodies: the 3rd installment of the prequel trilogy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more after I view...  GET EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111654644807156451?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111654644807156451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111654644807156451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111654644807156451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111654644807156451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-off-to-join-barbarian-hordes.html' title='I&apos;m off to join the barbarian hordes.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111599288802317510</id><published>2005-05-13T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:29:07.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am heading out of town to see my sis graduate! Before I left, I wanted to post about a new album I bought. Dave Matthews Band &lt;em&gt;Stand Up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go back to their roots with this one. Their last album, &lt;em&gt;Everyday&lt;/em&gt;, while good really was a trial in electric rock. Glen Ballard, the man who rocked Alanis Morissette to fame and produced Lisa Marie's last album, produced it and it was very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand Up&lt;/em&gt; does have electric guitars and drum hooks, but Dave's good 'ol acoustic is back for the most part. I only have time to write about one specific song, Louisiana Bayou. That song had me jammin' in the car! Very southern, folk-rockish, river-type music. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off to see Steph close a chapter in her life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111599288802317510?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111599288802317510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111599288802317510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111599288802317510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111599288802317510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/05/stand-up.html' title='Stand Up!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111578426154070954</id><published>2005-05-10T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:04:21.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left a good job in the city...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;talent show at my elementary school every year.  Typically, only students in the 2nd-5th grade participate.  However, this year, my team is entering.  Of course we are lip synching!  What song, you might ask?  Proud Mary, Ike and Tina style.  Oh yeah, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;My team consists of Archietta, Debby, and Meghan.  Meghan and I are similiar and come from similiar backgrounds; white, upper middle class suburban oppression.  Debby grew up an army brat with an ultra-controlling father.  Archietta, veteran teacher who is black and that really helps her connect with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Archietta will be Tina and I will be Ike, complete with wig, shades, vintage clothes, and the guitar.  Meghan and Debby are the back up girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I viewed the film &lt;em&gt;What's Love Got to Do With It?&lt;/em&gt; over this past weekend to prepare for my role.  I have actually lip-synched to this song before in college with three of my best friends, so this really like coming back home!  Hahaaaa  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though the movie ran like a Lifetime Movie of the Week, I was hooked!  Angela Bassett really channeled Tina for her performance and Lawrence Fishburn was so easy to despise as Ike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I know why Tina has connected with so many people and why her concerts are so well attended.  It's the passion with which she sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you hear/see her sing &lt;em&gt;Proud Mary&lt;/em&gt;, you can just feel her singing it almost as a cry of freedom.  You know that she endured hell from Ike and you can see it in her face when she sings.  She sings with the power of a woman who is on the verge of killing her husband.  She is strong.  She makes it through the beatings and knows she could kill him if she had the chance, and the lack of a police investigation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;That passion drives her career.  Does anyone have a singer they feel similiar towards?  What musical artist really strikes a chord with you and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111578426154070954?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111578426154070954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111578426154070954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111578426154070954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111578426154070954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/05/left-good-job-in-city.html' title='Left a good job in the city...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111560849970076180</id><published>2005-05-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:14:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do they always want to blame the messenger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Lately in Sunday Morning Bible Study, we have been reading and discussing the book of Jeremiah.  It has really been eye-opening.  Something that hit me about the book is Jeremiah's prayer to God where he says (paraphrased) that all he does is proclaim death, destruction, and exile to the people for their disobedience and they hate him for it.  He is an outcast and he's just delivering the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Isn't that how it is today?  People do not like to hear they are wrong.  Even Christians, who know what the right thing is, don't want to hear from other Christians that they need to change their ways.  Our hearts should be open to conviction and change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt; but I fear we are more like the Israelites than we want to admit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;    God had not changed his covenant with Israel, which stated what would happen if they turned to false idols.  Yet, when Jeremiah reminded them, they became indignant.  Who was Jeremiah to tell them what they should or shouldn't do?  "It might be okay for me to do it," they could have said.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;    I have known so many Christian friends who persist in sinful behaviors and attitudes and, they simply refuse to change when confronted.  They are too prideful to admit that they are sinful.  Oh, they'll admit in church that they are sinful and need forgiveness, but when it comes right down to it, they really don't think they &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Thus, I think their salvation is not truly complete.  I'm not saying that they're not necessarily saved, but they are not experiencing the true joy of their salvation.  God came because we are sinners.  That's why Jesus died!  There is no need for us to pretend we don't sin.  We should embrace the fact that Jesus forgives us of that sin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think that means we can "do whatever we want," but it does give us reassurance that we are saved if we believe in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;    Derek Webb (formerly of Caedmon's Call) asserts that if you say "Oh, I know.  I'm sinful," but can't put a finger on one sin you've committed all day long, then you are living with hypothetical sin.  Therefore, your savior and salvation is hypothetical, too.  Because if you say you're saved, but won't admit sin, then you're saved from what?  You must acknowledge your sin so that you know what Christ has saved you from.  Certain death is what we are saved from if we believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope that we all rest assured of our salvation this week.  Every time I really think about my sin and what Jesus and God did for me, it makes this road of life so much more joyful and tolerable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111560849970076180?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111560849970076180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111560849970076180&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111560849970076180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111560849970076180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-do-they-always-want-to-blame.html' title='Why do they always want to blame the messenger?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111534674488567788</id><published>2005-05-05T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T19:32:24.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an honor...</title><content type='html'>I just had a very fun filled evening.  I went to Sachse High School's Honor Grad Banquet as Lauren Lancaster's "honored guest."  It was so cool!  Even though I have never taught her (the honored guests were supposed to be former/current teachers), I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a teacher and she claims that I have had an impact on her at church.  Very nice of her to say.&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat with her, another honored guest, and her mom, Georgie.  Of course, we were crazy and had fun.  I'm really proud of Lauren and know she will do great things!  Lauren, I still want to play guitar on your first CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will post more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111534674488567788?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111534674488567788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111534674488567788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111534674488567788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111534674488567788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-honor.html' title='What an honor...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111481012132714956</id><published>2005-04-29T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:05:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another movie review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I went and watched a film called &lt;em&gt;The Interpreter.&lt;/em&gt; I had heard a lot about it and since I was fan of the cast and director, I decided to go. I knew that it was supposed to be a "pulse-pounding, suspenseful, thrill-ride," about a United Nations interpreter who overhears an assassination plot afterhours on the U.N.'s General Assembly floor, and that was it. At this point, it could still have been a disaster. However, I was decidedly &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sydney Pollack, who always cameos in his own movies, directed and did a superb job. The film was actually filmed in the United Nations complex, the first to be allowed to do so. That gave the film, to me, an air of authenticity that is missing from most thrillers of late. Since I knew that all the sets were real, I did not question if "that room where Nicole Kidman was hiding" actually existed, because I knew it did. You know how it is in movies based on real situations; the characters find this room to hide in that is simply too good to be true. A room with two exits (one where they entered and another in the back that leads to a completely different part of the building) or a room that conveniently has a telephone. Anyway, I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/640/interp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/320/interp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nicole Kidman and Sean Penn in "The Interpreter."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The film was just good all around. Penn's character, especially, was very well done. He has a way of getting into his characters that really helps the story along. He was amazing in 21 Grams (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0315733/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.imdb.com/title/tt0315733/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;). Another one not to watch with the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Kidman proved again that she is a very versatile actress. I really liked her in the movie whereas in other moves, she has seemed indifferent to me, except for Moulin Rouge!, of course. She plays a South African who moved to the U.S. to escape a tyrant's rule. There is a lot more to her character's story than either the previews or she lets on...dun dun dunnnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie gave me something to think about as far as the U.S.' involvement in foreign affairs. If we are so concerned about ensuring democracy and stopping genocide and other forms of violence around the world, why don't we go into Africa? There are so many atrocities committed their daily against women, children, and other oppressed peoples. I am starting to really think that most of our wars or skirmishes are simply self-serving. No matter what reason is given. Ahh, well...I digress again. If you have a chance, you probably won't be disappointed with this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111481012132714956?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111481012132714956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111481012132714956&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111481012132714956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111481012132714956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-movie-review.html' title='Another movie review...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111449045837796070</id><published>2005-04-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:40:58.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>So, does anyone else out there watch &lt;em&gt;24??  &lt;/em&gt;I am thoroughly convinced that it is one of the most intelligent shows on television.  The writing, acting, storyline.  Amazing.  I am so hooked.  Everyone should start watching now!!  Jack Bauer (Kiefer Sutherland) is trying to thwart a huge terrorist plot against America.  A terrorist, Marwan, has actually stolen the Nuclear Football and, thus, hijacked a nuclear warhead.  It is intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch up: go to &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/24watch"&gt;www.ew.com/24watch&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111449045837796070?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111449045837796070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111449045837796070&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111449045837796070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111449045837796070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/04/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-111429766090665523</id><published>2005-04-23T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:56:48.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Jedi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It has been so long since my last post! So much has happened. However, I am not going to type a long diatribe of what my life has consisted of these past 5 months. I am just going to pick up where I left off as though no time has passed. I hope we can all be friends again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am co-hosting at Refuge for Northlake this weekend. I'm with Chris Disch and the 9th graders. Great group. The guys are crashing at my pad, the girls at the Lambert's. Today we did a canned food scavenger hunt for the North Texas Food Bank. Good times. We all collected a bunch of cans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKS IS OVER!!!!!!!!! Praise Jesus. I can now teach my children truly intellectual things. For example, I am beginning a unit on Pablo Picasso. I chose him because my kids have actually heard about him. Also, he was so weird and my kids will really dig that. I am going to have them do collages of their self-portraits and and then talk about line and sketching... Wow. I'm excited. I hope they will be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird Movie of the Week Review&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closer&lt;/strong&gt; starring Julia Roberts, Jude Law, Natalie Portman and Clive Owen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closer&lt;/em&gt; is a movie about four people who deserve one another. Fascinated by the game of love, seduced by seduction itself, they play at sincere, truthful relationships which are lies in almost all aspects, except their desire to sleep with each other. All four are intelligent and well spoken, keen at seeming forthright and sincere even in their most shameless deceptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/640/closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/320/closer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The truth," one says. "Without it, we're animals." Actually, truth causes them more trouble than it saves, because they seem compelled to be most truthful about the ways in which they have been untruthful. There is a difference between confessing you've cheated because you feel guilt and seek forgiveness, and confessing merely to be hateful.&lt;br /&gt;Jude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Law plays Dan, who writes obituaries for his London newspaper; Natalie Portman is Alice, an American who says she was a stripper and fled New York to end a relationship; Julia Roberts is Anna, an American photographer; and Clive Owen is Larry, a dermatologist. The characters connect in a series of only-in-the-movies scenarios that are, in actuality, not that unrealistic. Alice and Dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;meet as they approach each other on a London street. Eye contact leads to an amused flirtation, and then Alice, distracted, steps into the path of a taxicab. Knocked on her back, she opens her eyes, sees Dan, and says "Hello, stranger." Time passes. Dan writes a novel based on his relationship with Alice, and has his book jacket photo taken by Anna, who he immediately wants to sleep with. More time passes. Dan, who has been with Anna, impersonates a woman named "Anna" on a chat line, and sets up a date with Larry, a stranger. When Larry turns up as planned at the aquarium, Anna is there, but when he describes "their" chat, she disillusions him: "I think you were talking with Daniel Wolf."&lt;br /&gt;Eventually both men will have sex with both women, occasionally as a round trip back to the woman they started with. There is no constancy at all: When they're not with the one they love, they love the one they're with. It is a good question, actually, whether any of them are ever in love at all, although they do a good job of saying they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;This movie is very well written and acted.  I think Clive Owen really stood out.  He hasn't been in a really huge American movie other than the travesty that was King Arthur.  He really plays the, in my opinion, most unlikeable character in the film.  I cannot in good conscience recommend this film because it is so graphic in its discussion of sex.  I don't have a problem with a mature film that discusses true aspects of relationships, but this just goes over the top.  I could never watch this with a person of the opposite sex, other than my wife, and I'm not even married!  The movie gave me an empty feeling after it was over.  There was not much hope for these characters. I'm just glad I have hope in Jesus and I will do my stinkin' best to make good choices so I don't end up like these sad people who just need to stuff their sorries in a sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-111429766090665523?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/111429766090665523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=111429766090665523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111429766090665523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/111429766090665523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2005/04/return-of-jedi.html' title='Return of the Jedi'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-110139311479157513</id><published>2004-11-25T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T06:32:32.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take a minute before I headed out to Grandma's to say Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.   I am so thankful for everything God has given me and my family, namely friends and family like many of you are to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat well, sleep well and may your team win!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-110139311479157513?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/110139311479157513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=110139311479157513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110139311479157513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110139311479157513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-110106926412557371</id><published>2004-11-21T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T12:34:24.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pointless/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pointless/results/61.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have absolutely no idea why I took this, but it was on Bill's site, so I thought I would...Thanks a lot!!  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-110106926412557371?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/110106926412557371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=110106926412557371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110106926412557371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110106926412557371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2004/11/completely-pointless-personality-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-110102075710901111</id><published>2004-11-20T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:09:54.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new creed, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was given this article by a friend of mine. It is a very interesting article on a political view that many Christians are taking. I always try to apply my faith in all aspects of my life, including who I vote for. Now, that does not necessarily mean that I voted for Bush. Bush is not a synonym for Christianity. I will not reveal who I voted for on this site. It could have been Bush, but it could not have been, either!&lt;br /&gt;This article suggests a Christian mindset towards war. Jesus said, "Blessed are the peacemakers." So, how far should we take that? The article attempts, I think, to answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;Many professors have ascribed to this view, including some from my illustrious alma mater, Baylor. If you want to see a list of the 200+ names, go to this link (I have pasted the article below, please post comments on your reactions!): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sojo.net/index.cfm?action=action.election&amp;item=confession_signers"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.sojo.net/index.cfm?action=action.election&amp;amp;item=confession_signers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Confessing Christ in a World of Violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Our world is wracked with violence and war. But Jesus said: "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God" (Matt. 5:9). Innocent people, at home and abroad, are increasingly threatened by terrorist attacks. But Jesus said: "Love your enemies, pray for those who persecute you" (Matt. 5:44). These words, which have never been easy, seem all the more difficult today.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, a time comes when silence is betrayal. How many churches have heard sermons on these texts since the terrorist atrocities of September 11? Where is the serious debate about what it means to confess Christ in a world of violence? Does Christian "realism" mean resigning ourselves to an endless future of "pre-emptive wars"? Does it mean turning a blind eye to torture and massive civilian casualties? Does it mean acting out of fear and resentment rather than intelligence and restraint?&lt;br /&gt;Faithfully confessing Christ is the church's task, and never more so than when its confession is co-opted by militarism and nationalism.&lt;br /&gt;- A "theology of war," emanating from the highest circles of American government, is seeping into our churches as well.&lt;br /&gt;- The language of "righteous empire" is employed with growing frequency.&lt;br /&gt;- The roles of God, church, and nation are confused by talk of an American "mission" and "divine appointment" to "rid the world of evil."&lt;br /&gt;The security issues before our nation allow no easy solutions. No one has a monopoly on the truth. But a policy that rejects the wisdom of international consultation should not be baptized by religiosity. The danger today is political idolatry exacerbated by the politics of fear.&lt;br /&gt;In this time of crisis, we need a new confession of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus Christ, as attested in Holy Scripture, knows no national boundaries. Those who confess his name are found throughout the earth. Our allegiance to Christ takes priority over national identity. Whenever Christianity compromises with empire, the gospel of Christ is discredited.&lt;br /&gt;We reject the false teaching that any nation-state can ever be described with the words, "the light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it." These words, used in scripture, apply only to Christ. No political or religious leader has the right to twist them in the service of war.&lt;br /&gt;2. Christ commits Christians to a strong presumption against war. The wanton destructiveness of modern warfare strengthens this obligation. Standing in the shadow of the Cross, Christians have a responsibility to count the cost, speak out for the victims, and explore every alternative before a nation goes to war. We are committed to international cooperation rather than unilateral policies.&lt;br /&gt;We reject the false teaching that a war on terrorism takes precedence over ethical and legal norms. Some things ought never be done - torture, the deliberate bombing of civilians, the use of indiscriminate weapons of mass destruction - regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;3. Christ commands us to see not only the splinter in our adversary's eye, but also the beam in our own. The distinction between good and evil does not run between one nation and another, or one group and another. It runs straight through every human heart.&lt;br /&gt;We reject the false teaching that America is a "Christian nation," representing only virtue, while its adversaries are nothing but vicious. We reject the belief that America has nothing to repent of, even as we reject that it represents most of the world's evil. All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God (Rom 3:23).&lt;br /&gt;4. Christ shows us that enemy-love is the heart of the gospel. While we were yet enemies, Christ died for us (Rom. 5:8, 10). We are to show love to our enemies even as we believe God in Christ has shown love to us and the whole world. Enemy-love does not mean capitulating to hostile agendas or domination. It does mean refusing to demonize any human being created in God's image.&lt;br /&gt;We reject the false teaching that any human being can be defined as outside the law's protection. We reject the demonization of perceived enemies, which only paves the way to abuse; and we reject the mistreatment of prisoners, regardless of supposed benefits to their captors.&lt;br /&gt;5. Christ teaches us that humility is the virtue befitting forgiven sinners. It tempers all political disagreements, and it allows that our own political perceptions, in a complex world, may be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We reject the false teaching that those who are not for the United States politically are against it or that those who fundamentally question American policies must be with the "evil-doers." Such crude distinctions, especially when used by Christians, are expressions of the Manichaean heresy, in which the world is divided into forces of absolute good and absolute evil.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Jesus Christ is either authoritative for Christians, or he is not. His Lordship cannot be set aside by any earthly power. His words may not be distorted for propagandistic purposes. No nation-state may usurp the place of God.&lt;br /&gt;We believe that acknowledging these truths is indispensable for followers of Christ. We urge them to remember these principles in making their decisions as citizens. Peacemaking is central to our vocation in a troubled world where Christ is Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-110102075710901111?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/110102075710901111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=110102075710901111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110102075710901111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110102075710901111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-creed-anyone.html' title='A new creed, anyone?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-110065201258348894</id><published>2004-11-16T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:10:42.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish out of water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;These past few weeks I have been trying to have parent/teacher conferences with my students' parents. I have had about 11. Out of 40. This is just one more illustrious example of how parents don't really care about their kids the way they used to. I mean, when I was a kid, my teachers knew my mom on a first name basis. I knew they had no problem calling home if I ever did anything wrong, and what's worse, I knew my butt would feel it when I got home. Kids these days don't have that kind of accountability. At least not the students in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if my child was failing and getting behavior notes and detentions, I would be up at that school demanding to have evidence of what the teacher was saying. Not that I wouldn't believe the teacher, but I would want to know what exactly was going on.&lt;br /&gt;So, I set out this afternoon to make home visits.&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned title to this blog refers to how I felt driving my very WASPY self into a very non-WASPY apartment community. I have about six Caucasian students out of my forty. That is mentioned only to illustrate the point that I have a many minority students. So, I was a complete fish out of water in that apartment building. Luckily, I had my teaching partner with me who is African-American. It really helps me have some credibility.&lt;br /&gt;I drove my Chevy Trailblazer in, parked, and climbed out clad in my Gap-best. The stares commenced almost immediately. I think people didn't know what to do with me. I walked up to the door and knocked. And knocked again. And again. No answer. I figured at this point that the kid knew I was at the door and was not about to open the door. His mom was probably still at work. Same luck at the other house, but at least we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any interesting stories from you guys?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-110065201258348894?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/110065201258348894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=110065201258348894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110065201258348894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110065201258348894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2004/11/fish-out-of-water.html' title='Fish out of water.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-110058309467394299</id><published>2004-11-15T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:31:34.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be this the ravings of a madman?  Methinks 'tis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other day, I went to Braum’s for a bacon cheeseburger.  I asked them to hold the tomatoes, like I always do.  Then, I noticed something odd.  There were not tomatoes in the picture for the hamburgers.  I thought at first that the world had come to its senses and deemed tomatoes useless, as I have.  Alas, that was not the case!  They were not advertising them due to the shortage in Florida after the hurricanes.  That got me thinking (which is a bad thing to do in a drive-thru window as I apparently took a full minute and a half to pull forward and was honked at repeatedly.  Ahh well).  Why are we dependent on Florida for tomatoes?  We should grow and harvest our own and supply restaurants.  Millions could be made, potentially.  Is anyone with me?&lt;br /&gt;          Like the Tomato Crisis, the current and previous war in the Middle East could be handled differently if we would either a) find alternate forms of energy or b) drill for our own oil.  I know this is an age-old argument and I believe we did actually start drilling in Alaska.  But, then I think we turned around started selling it to other nations.  If that’s true, someone is absolutely insane.  Please correct me if I’m wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;          I really love my job, which is teaching 4th grade in a low socio-economic/Title I school.  The kids make life so interesting and I have stories I would never get at a different school.  However, I am continuously frustrated by the difference in prior knowledge my students have compared to other, more privileged students.  It’s maddening.  This is why I hate standardized tests so much.  I hate, also, No Child Left Behind. &lt;br /&gt;          NCLB is a good law, in theory.  I mean, I agree with all of it’s goals of brining low performing schools up to par.  But, the law is so flawed and it’s written by people who, most likely, have never taught in a low school before.  I have students that don’t know if they are going to eat at night, so how can they possibly care about passing a math test?  They don’t.  Understandably.  They must be motivated by far different things than middle class children who already know what college they want to go to and what it takes to get in.  My students will work for me because I give them loving words, peanut butter crackers and candy.  Also, extra recess sometimes if they’re good.  They really don’t even have a good clue of what college is.  Some might, but not most. &lt;br /&gt;          So, back to my loathing of NCLB: It’s really Leave Every Teacher Behind, LETB.  My main problem with the law is that it gives low performing schools many chances to fail, and not many to succeed.  It makes the test scores the sole basis by which schools, principals, and teachers are judged.  That is so wrong it makes me want to scream.  Never mind that I give these kids a good environment to learn in.  Never mind that quell minor riots on a daily basis.  Never mind that I spend hours of my own time poring over ways to explain equivalent and improper fractions and PROBLEM SOLVING to these kids.  If they have a bad day and fail TAKS, I’m a bad teacher.  Let’s those fat Austin-politicians spend a day in my classroom.  The students would laugh them out of the room. &lt;br /&gt;          Dennis Miller says, “I rant, therefore, I am.”  I think if we harp on this for long enough someone will have to listen to all the teachers and back down.  I am not against all standardized testing, I am just against putting so much emphasis on them.  It’s all we do at my school!  TAKS this, TAKS that.  The kids are already getting burned out, as am I.&lt;br /&gt;          I’ll get off my soapbox!  It’s 11:30 and Conan is about to come on.  He usually puts me to sleep every night   I’m sure he would be flattered that I don’t actually pay attention to his show.  I just use it for sleep-time fodder.  Oh well, just go play in your Jag, Conan!&lt;br /&gt;          I hope you all have a great Tuesday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-110058309467394299?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/110058309467394299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=110058309467394299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110058309467394299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110058309467394299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2004/11/be-this-ravings-of-madman-methinks-tis.html' title='Be this the ravings of a madman?  Methinks &apos;tis!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-110047023211918878</id><published>2004-11-14T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T14:23:05.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever been to a sushi den?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to one last night, in fact. I met my cousins, Brent and Jennifer, at Royal Tokyo in Dallas. I had been once before to the old location on Lower Greenville, but that was probably five or six years ago. The old location was much, much better than this one. The ambience was perfect on Greenville. There were different rooms to go to and they had the little tables you reclined at while you ate and a big tank full of the all the fish you would eventually eat. This one is right off the Tollway and is just your typical restaurant. Normal tables, one room. Blah. However, they do still make you use chopsticks, which I struggled with. My cousins are chopstick masters, so they were able to get great delight out of me breaking my tempura rolls open and generally demolishing my food with the chopsticks. Here is what my plate looked like for all practical purposes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/640/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/320/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yumm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The rice covered things are California Rolls which have shrimp and such in them. They're pretty common and I had eaten them before. Right next to those are octupus, I believe. I was instructed to snag the octupus with my chopsticks and eat it all in one bite. It was very interesting. The suction cups were crunchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Right above the octupus looks like the tuna we had. I never knew that raw tuna would be good! Then, to the left of the tuna is, I believe, eel, which was also not that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a good night. Good conversation. Good/interesting food. Lousy service. When I say lousy, I mean the kind where it takes the waitress 15 minutes to refill water glasses and then 30 minutes to get the bill in order. But, all in all, it was a neat experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any crazy eating experiences?? Please post a comment and share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-110047023211918878?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/110047023211918878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=110047023211918878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110047023211918878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110047023211918878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2004/11/ever-been-to-sushi-den.html' title='Ever been to a sushi den?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-110038542307226987</id><published>2004-11-13T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:51:35.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night, I went to see &lt;em&gt;Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/640/Bridget.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/2344/320/Bridget.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bridget is back! V.g&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't think it was quite as funny and original as the first and definitely not as good as either book. However, I realized about 3/4 of the way through that I had been smiling the entire time and probably wasn't going to stop. I don't think that I so much identify with Bridget, as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a 30-something-chainsmoking-alcohol consuming Englishwoman, but I think I recognized her quest in life. I do have the background of the books, so I feel I understand Bridget's motives a bit more than if I had only seen the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bridget's quest is for happiness, plain and simple. She tried to find happiness first, probably, by moving out of her parent's house and into a small flat in London. Then, by becoming someone who "fiddles around with press releases" at a publishing house. And, most importantly, by finding a man who adores her for who she is, and not who he wants her to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think I have similiar desires in my life and that may be why Bridget amuses me so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course the movies are coarse and not for viewing by children or with your mother. (Or any family member you can easily feel uncomfortable around for that matter). But, they are amusing and do make me want to run around London with a cappuccino in my hands and a winter coat on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a great Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-110038542307226987?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/110038542307226987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=110038542307226987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110038542307226987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110038542307226987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2004/11/movie-talk_13.html' title='Movie talk.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145534.post-110038404756430140</id><published>2004-11-13T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:51:04.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And, I'm back in the game!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a blog months ago, but I got out of it when I became a 4th grade teacher. Supposedly I was too busy and didn't have enough interesting things to say. Well, I decided to have another go at it. Get excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9145534-110038404756430140?l=bnab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/feeds/110038404756430140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9145534&amp;postID=110038404756430140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110038404756430140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9145534/posts/default/110038404756430140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bnab.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-im-back-in-game.html' title='And, I&apos;m back in the game!!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04306292874798269438</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
