<?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-6373181</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:47:38.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the Blog's on Her</title><subtitle type='html'>A little website about myself and some interesting web sites to check out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108359362919638574</id><published>2004-05-03T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T07:18:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo I know that I already did my paper, so I do not really need to blog anymore, but I just wanted to thank you for a good year. I blogged everyday of my semester, you can check the archives. I also feel like we revised our speech enough and Brie did a lot better job at delivery. We were also the only group to finish anywhere near the 3 minute cutoff. I think that we definitely moved from a B to an A on that performance and revision. Anyway, Dave, you are going to be fine. I know that moving is exciting, but scary at the same time. Do not worry, you will be all right. There is a reason for everything and New York will treat you well. Hell, there are like 6 million single women. You have got to blog any good or funny stories. Anyways, talk to you soon and have a good summer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108359362919638574?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108359362919638574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108359362919638574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359362919638574' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108352871292035987</id><published>2004-05-02T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T13:18:25.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Given your experiences this semester, what advice would you give to someone who wanted to produce a policy (deliberative) speech for presentation before a live audience? You may draw from Silva Rhetoricae, as well as from other sources on the web, and from class notes, but your answer should come mostly from your personal experience co-producing your group's speech this semester. Your post should include four links, including at least one to a classmate's answer to this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Well there are numerous pieces of advice that I could give someone who wanted to produce a policy or deliberative speech. I feel like I have been through the planning, the writing, the revising, and the performing. The first thing that I would say to someone is that it takes a lot longer than you think. You need to be patient with the whole process. The first time I went in to see &lt;A HREF="http://www.polueides.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave&lt;/A&gt; to have him check my speech, he probably cut at least half of the three page single-spaced speech. I was devastated because I put so much effort into this speech and I wanted it to be all right. This is where I learned my first lesson. You must be patient with the procedure that this writing entails. You have to be able to face criticism. Dave at times would look at my speech and shake his head and say, "No, No, No. This is all wrong." If I took this in a bad way, then I would never learn or grow. I took his advice the way that he meant it. He was only trying to get us to be better speechwriters. This all starts from the beginning though. &lt;br /&gt;              The first part of the process deals with recognizing that this type of speech writing has been going on for hundreds of years. These types of speeches have Greek origins and are written to persuade the audience. When studying ways of starting a speech, keeping the ideas of &lt;A HREF="http://www.tocquevillian.com/articles/0010.html"&gt;ethos, pathos, and logos&lt;/A&gt; in mind is a great idea. Ethos deals more with when the person is presenting, which we will get to in a little bit. Ethos is the concept of having a good character and good credentials. Basically, this means how well do you appeal to the audience. Your approach is going to be different with what audience you are confronting. Take for example, talking to a kindergarten class as opposed to a senior citizens group. Pathos is the idea of appealing to the audience's emotions. Right after 911, the audience was emotional, so you would need to adapt to that situation. Logos is perhaps the hardest one to abide. In the early parts of our speech, we tried to use hard concrete facts to get our point across. The concept of logos is to use persuasive language instead of persuasive facts. This allows for the other two figures to be useful. These three should be used with some judgment. You do not have to implement all three at one speech. You must determine your audience and what topic you are addressing and then go from there. At the same time, all three of these techniques play very well off each other. &lt;br /&gt;          After this has been studied and reviewed, one must look over actual techniques to use in the speech. Each sentence in the speech that you are about to write is important. One sentence could break the beautifully crafted speech. This would be a good time to review the techniques at &lt;A HREF="http://rhetoric.byu.edu/"&gt;Silva Rhetoricae&lt;/A&gt;. These do not seem helpful at first, but if you go to past speeches and try to pick out some of the techniques, then you will see how important they are and how important they could be to your speech.&lt;br /&gt;          After all of this is prepared, you must pick a topic. In class, we learned that you must pick a topic that you like. There is no point in discussing something that you have no interest in. If you do that, it will be reflected in your actual speech, which would not be appetizing. This to some people is the hardest part of the speech. Picking a topic can be daunting due to the fact that it seems like each topic has so many ideas and opinions attached to it. This is where one would be able to use the &lt;A HREF="http://www.as.wvu.edu/~sbb/comm221/chapters/judge.htm"&gt;social judgment theory&lt;/A&gt;. In this website, you see a situation about teacher salary. At both ends of the spectrum, you have the extremes. As you work your way into the middle, the ideas become somewhat more neutral and at times more appealing to the general public. This is a great way of narrowing down your topic and taking an actual stand on what you issue really is. It is important to understand something though when doing this. As mentioned in class, the &lt;A HREF="http://www.lifenews.com/"&gt;Pro-Life&lt;/A&gt; campaign has drastically changed. They used to show pictures of dead babies and dead fetuses to try and scare people over to the side of being completely pro-life. They realized that this did not work. They looked towards a social judgment theory. They started moving people's ideas one bit at a time. They won a few cases and made some positive strides. They started form the middle and changed their whole platform. This is a great example of why you should use the social judgment theory.&lt;br /&gt;           Next, you have your topic, so you are ready to write the speech. I have always said that starting a paper, speech, whatever it may be is the hardest part. I find it best to start the speech with a little joke or something to settle the crowd down. This is god because it relaxes the audience and gets them more acquainted to you. If you go in and just start off with what you want to say, then people are going to look at you in a more robotic way rather than a fellow human being, someone they can sympathize with. Take for example &lt;A HREF="http://bigtymers1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mardea's speech&lt;/A&gt; does a great job of starting out with a little joke or something to cool the crow down. In addition, being from Texas, she uses some of the local slang and drawl when she speaks which is a great idea. She says, "First of all, I would like to thank ya'll for hosting this dinner tonight. I am honored to be here tonight, back in Texas. Why ya'll must be crazy to want to listen to little ole me but I'm thankful you do! Now before you get back to enjoying that steak, I do have a few things that I would like to say to all of you, and I would like to begin with some famous words: 'Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty we’re free at last.' Martin Luther King spoke these monumental words on the steps of the Lincoln memorial, and approximately 40 years later, we still have to dream of freedom." This is great introduction. She talks about steak, which she knows is a key to everybody's heart down in Texas and then talks about Martin Luther King, someone everyone respects. After the introduction the rest of the writing has to be, in the words of Dave, homey. You have to use logos. You can't just spit out facts about the issue, you need to make people feel warm inside and get those old-fashioned American goose bumps about your issue. You need to use real life examples sort of like &lt;A HREF="http://stateounion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristen's Speech&lt;/A&gt; so you can draw the attention and the emotion of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;            After you have done all that, revising it and cutting it down is the next step. This usually requires several times of rewriting and revising, but it will get there eventually. like I said earlier, you have to be patient. Great speeches don't come in a night. No one wants, especially in our class, to listen to a twelve-minute speech. If you go up there and say what you want to say with all of the techniques previously stated, then it will be successful. you just have to remember to not let it drag on. Do not repeat previous thoughts and ideas. This allows for people's attention spans to run wild. Keeping it short and concise is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;             Finally, the delivery is very important. I feel like we did good preparation in our class with &lt;A HREF="http://www.ohiohistorycentral.org/ohc/history/ocoa/doc/mr.shtml"&gt;McGuffey's Reader&lt;/A&gt; in which we studied intonation and how to pronounce words and sentences. These techniques make you more confident and more appealing to the audience. This is extremely important. you could have a decent speech, but if you perform well up there, then it could make all the difference. the annoying thing about this whole thing is that you could work for months on a speech and if you go up there and do not implement any of the techniques, then your speech will be a waste. Remember to keep eye contact with the audience and in the case of &lt;A HREF="http://briebrie625.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brie&lt;/A&gt;, you should smile the whole time. That is pretty much all that I have. Remember that it is not going to be perfect the first time. this is a technique or a craft that can be critiqued every single time, so keep that in mind. thanks a lot for a great semester Dave, and I hope that this helps out anyone who wants to write a speech like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108352871292035987?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108352871292035987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108352871292035987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108352871292035987' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108333558783462239</id><published>2004-04-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T07:37:26.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo gilbie, if I get a B+ on this speech but I have blogged everyday and not missed over 4 classes, am I still going to get a B+. I do not want these speeches to be the only indicator of our grades. I blogged everyday and you can check to make sure. If you could e-mial me that would be great cause I feel like I have put in an A effort. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://www.bluerodeo.com/"&gt;Blue Rodeo&lt;/A&gt;, this canadien country band that I got into a lot last year. this song rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I would never go back&lt;br /&gt;with my back to the wall&lt;br /&gt;I just let myself fall&lt;br /&gt;watch the daytimes turn black&lt;br /&gt;but now and again I find&lt;br /&gt;you cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a train&lt;br /&gt;I would never slow down&lt;br /&gt;with my head in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and the world going by&lt;br /&gt;every nowhere town&lt;br /&gt;as I write one more letter to you&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't change the things that I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;when you discover&lt;br /&gt;just why I ran&lt;br /&gt;ran away from you lover&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;call out your name&lt;br /&gt;after the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;I've thrown away everything for you&lt;br /&gt;well I've wasted my dreams&lt;br /&gt;each day it seems&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a change&lt;br /&gt;what else can I do&lt;br /&gt;the clock ticking time&lt;br /&gt;I better make up my mind&lt;br /&gt;is it me or is it you&lt;br /&gt;yeah tonight as I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;I will drink to the queen of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;when you discover&lt;br /&gt;just why I ran&lt;br /&gt;ran away from you lover&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;call out your name&lt;br /&gt;after the rain... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108333558783462239?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108333558783462239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108333558783462239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333558783462239' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108326450989948403</id><published>2004-04-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T11:52:46.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i have been thinking about DDay next year and I have decided that i really want to help out on the committee. It is a really cool event and I think that it could be really successful. The reason that i am saying this is because I really like the &lt;A HREF="http://www.countingcrows.com/"&gt;Counting Crows&lt;/A&gt; and I think that we could get them here and it would rock out with the cock out. Here is one of the songs that i reallly really like. I don't know. Quick announcement, the Roost is opened tonight at 9 and has one dollar drafts. It sounds like fun and two bands are going to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Potter's Lullaby Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke up in mid afternoon cause that's when it all hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host&lt;br /&gt;If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts&lt;br /&gt;You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast&lt;br /&gt;Well I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame&lt;br /&gt;If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame&lt;br /&gt;And though I'll never forget your face sometimes I can't remember my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, I know why&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing&lt;br /&gt;And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings&lt;br /&gt;And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring&lt;br /&gt;And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything&lt;br /&gt;Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of your head&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the Ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead&lt;br /&gt;When I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't go, I said&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, I don't know, but&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Well all the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep&lt;br /&gt;All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone but I need someone to help me sleep&lt;br /&gt;So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams&lt;br /&gt;It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream&lt;br /&gt;Well I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem&lt;br /&gt;Aw, but I'd sure like to find out&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you climb down off that movie screen&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't turn&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, I burn for you&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And orders another&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wonder what he did that for&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars&lt;br /&gt;We stand up in the Palace, like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars&lt;br /&gt;Aw, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can see a million miles tonight&lt;br /&gt;But you can't get very far&lt;br /&gt;Aw, you can see a million miles tonight&lt;br /&gt;But you can't get very far&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't touch and&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not much but&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me [3X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108326450989948403?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108326450989948403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108326450989948403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108326450989948403' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108316187164318451</id><published>2004-04-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T07:22:07.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today I accidently set my alarm for 730 at night and not in the morning. I am a complete idiot and I missed one of my most important classes. Today in Oragnic Chemistry, I had to take the ACS, which is a national chemistry exam. This grade could replace our lowest quiz grade which is what i needed. The grades on this exam were not going to be very high, but she would curve them to help us out. Anyways, I just wanted to say one more thing, why is everyone's speech so gosh darn long. It is only supposed to be 3 minutes at the most. Everyone thinks that our speech was short, but I timed it and it was 2 minutes and 26 seconds. That seems rather good. I timed the first speech of today and it was five  inutes and 4 seconds. That seems rather long. When we went into meeting with Gilbert, he told us it needed to be way shorter. But until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://www.balbiner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline's Blog&lt;/A&gt; because she is living in Nantucket this summer and i am very jealous. I think that i might visit her this summer which would rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108316187164318451?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108316187164318451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108316187164318451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316187164318451' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108308975774513703</id><published>2004-04-27T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T11:20:12.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo sorry that i forgot to blog yesterday but we have been making some revisions to the speech. Gilbie, i hope that Brie e-mailed you our speech that was revised. You said that without it being revised that it was a B, but after revision and with a little more content, I hope that we can get an A. The one concern that i have fr this class is that I am not going to get an A. I have blogged literally every single day for the entire semester. you can check my archives. Also, I  have only missed like three times, two of the times it had to do with my heart, so i couldn't really help it. I know that gades aren't the most important things in the world, but when you are pre-med like yself, they really are. Every grade helps. And when you put in an A effort for a class, you want to actually recieve the A. Well hopefully Gilbie you can get our speech back to us bu tomorrow for when we present. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://meghanelizabeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hollywood's Blog&lt;/A&gt; because I have yet to link to hers. She is awesome girl. You guys should get to know her. her mom is really nice too. Ok I am out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108308975774513703?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108308975774513703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108308975774513703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308975774513703' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108273032848250523</id><published>2004-04-23T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T07:29:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is mainly for Gilbert. I know that i was't in class today, but I have to go home this afternoon to see another doctor about my heart. I know thi means that i could have come to class, but I am missing a class in the afternoon that i had to do an essay for so during public speaking, i took the test instead of coming to class. this by no means means that I don't value your class, cause I do. It just means that I am sorry for missing and that I hope that is doesn't count against me. Thanks a lot and see you monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108273032848250523?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108273032848250523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108273032848250523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273032848250523' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108265955960736898</id><published>2004-04-22T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T11:53:11.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks a lot Gilbie for keeping me in your prayers. It really means a lot to me, but I will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108265955960736898?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108265955960736898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108265955960736898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265955960736898' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108255620660599082</id><published>2004-04-21T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T07:07:32.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i didn't know that Dr. Gilbert was going to put my blogger on his, but I thank you for your concern. I have had an overwheling amount of people show concern and that makes me feel better. I got an e-mail the other day from one of the girls that i hang out with and it was so nice and caring. I was taken back. A lot of times in a college atmosphere, you forget to be nice and you forget to have common curtosy. It is almost like you are always looking out fr yourself. Well Sam didn't and I look at her in a different light now. Anyways here is my song for the day, it is an oldie, but recently got kind of big:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears For Fears &lt;br /&gt;Mad World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And their tears are filling up their glasses&lt;br /&gt;No expression, no expression&lt;br /&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No tommorow, no tommorow&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very&lt;br /&gt;Mad World &lt;br /&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Made to feel the way that every child should&lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me&lt;br /&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;A HREF="http://www.smoothmusic.org/reviews/movies/moviesreviews/wrtara0001.htm"&gt;Donny Darko Website&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108255620660599082?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108255620660599082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108255620660599082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255620660599082' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108248927323441018</id><published>2004-04-20T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T12:31:58.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had quite the scary experience this week with my &lt;A HREF="http://www.diagnosisheart.com/showmonth.php?usertable=articles&amp;dateqry=2003-04&amp;hdr=Heart%20Headlines&amp;dftr="&gt;heart&lt;/A&gt;. I was at my soccer game and all of a sudden, my heart beat raced up to 220, an average being around 60. I had to get my heartbeat restarted and it was quite the scary experience. i went home yesterday to St. Louis to get it checked out, but won't really know much for a while. the only real option that i was told was to perform an invasive procedure where they would puncture all of my veins and then stick a cathader into my heart anmd eliminate the elctrical problem. This would completely suck, but at the same time, i just want it over with. Later. I will keep this updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108248927323441018?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108248927323441018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108248927323441018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108248927323441018' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108205930578392101</id><published>2004-04-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T13:05:44.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am waiting to here back from Gilbert because I want to know what grade that I got on the speech as of right now. We have completely redone it, adding a new intro and also cutting a lot of things out. So anyways, while I wait I will et you see the lyrics of one of my favorite songs. This song always gets played as a cover, and the best version in my mind is the version by the&lt;A HREF="http://www.dead.net/"&gt;Grateful Dead&lt;/A&gt;. Well here it is, smell you later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rudy Clark - Artie Resnick)&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' [3X]&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;I was feelin'so bad&lt;br /&gt;I asked my family doctor just what I had&lt;br /&gt;I said "Doctor, (Doctor), Mr. M.D., (Doctor)&lt;br /&gt;Now can you tell me what's ailin' me (Doctor)"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;All I, I really need&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (Now gimme that good, good lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (All I need is lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (Good, good lovin', baby)&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin'&lt;br /&gt;[guitar riff, 2X]&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Honey, please squeeze me tight (squeeze me tight)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want your baby to be all right (be all right)&lt;br /&gt;I said baby (baby) now it's for sure (it's for sure)&lt;br /&gt;I got the fever, yeah, and you got the cure (got the cure)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;All I really need&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 3:&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (C'mon, gimme that lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (All I need is lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (Good, good lovin', baby)&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin'&lt;br /&gt;[guitar riff, 2X]&lt;br /&gt;Coda:&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (all I need is lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (all I want is lovin')&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (lovin' early in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (lovin' you late at night)&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (love... love)&lt;br /&gt;Good lovin' (love, love, love, love, lovin') &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108205930578392101?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108205930578392101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108205930578392101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108205930578392101' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108195733209494263</id><published>2004-04-14T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T08:46:08.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo so i edited my speech (group) today, so I am not blogging. you can check out the &lt;A HREF="http://oopsibloggeditagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;revised speech&lt;/A&gt; if you want. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108195733209494263?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108195733209494263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108195733209494263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195733209494263' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108187997308423959</id><published>2004-04-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T11:16:48.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so soccer completely sucks right now. You know when you get that feeling that noone wants to be there and that everyone is waiting for spring season, which is pointless, to be over? That is completely how I feel and I feel like that is how the rest of the team feels right now. Anyways, I don't want to keep using Blogger as my form of complaining. So I am trying to think of a good song and it comes to me. I thought of it because I thought of the Rams. Whenver the Rams score a touchdown this is the song that they play. The entire place goes absolutely nuts. Also, when I was a senior in high school, on Friday after the bell, we would play this song as loud as possibel in the halls and dance. P.S. &lt;A HREF="www.sluh.org"&gt;SLUH&lt;/A&gt;, my high school, is the best high school in the land, and all of you knwo it. So here is the song, ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTIST: Todd Rundgren&lt;br /&gt;TITLE: Bang the Drum All Day&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics and Chords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work&lt;br /&gt;I want to bang on these drums all day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to play&lt;br /&gt;I just want to bang on these drums all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ D DC G GC / / / / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a tiny boy&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no candy, I don't need no toy&lt;br /&gt;I took a stick and an old coffee can&lt;br /&gt;I bang on that thing 'til I got blisters on my hand because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ A - - - / Bm - - - / A - - - / E - G - /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get older they think I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told me I should stay after school&lt;br /&gt;She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands&lt;br /&gt;But my licks was so hot I made the teacher wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this - every day when I get home from work&lt;br /&gt;I feel so frustrated, the boss is a jerk&lt;br /&gt;And I get my sticks and go out to the shed&lt;br /&gt;And I pound on that drum like it was the boss's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108187997308423959?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108187997308423959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108187997308423959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108187997308423959' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108177987784603888</id><published>2004-04-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T07:28:31.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so I went to the STL this weekend and it was awesome. I want to put some lyrics up for a song that i think is absolutely awesome to listen to right before you go out for the night. It is in one of my favorite movies also, "Blow". So here is the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Betty had a child&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing gone wild&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said weren't none of mine&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing gone blind&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;oh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really gets me high&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so rock steady&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's always ready&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's from Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way down in Alabama&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she's shakin' that thing&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy she makes me sing&lt;br /&gt;Bama iamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Black Betty&lt;br /&gt;Bama Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://ivegotmoxie.blogspot.com"&gt;Dean's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108177987784603888?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108177987784603888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108177987784603888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177987784603888' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108147152871735505</id><published>2004-04-08T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:49:17.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so how much I hate the housing lottery blows my mind. We had the 30th pick and we got basically the last room in sawyer. This means that there were no rooms left in Shep or Shaw. It was either a tiny triple in shaw or crawford. What the fuck is wrong with this place? I am too mad to blog. i won't blog tomorrow, because I am going home for Easter. Check out the &lt;A HREF="www.mlb.com"&gt;Cardinals&lt;/A&gt; cause they are sick. Here is a crappy as hell song just for shits and giggles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Aqua Lyrics &lt;br /&gt; Song: Barbie Girl Lyrics &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Barbie&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ken!&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna go for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;Sure Ken!&lt;br /&gt;Jump In...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a blond single girl, in a fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly&lt;br /&gt;You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,&lt;br /&gt;kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please&lt;br /&gt;I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,&lt;br /&gt;hit the town, fool around, let's go party&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world&lt;br /&gt;Life in plastic, it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Imagination, life is your creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;(uu-oooh-u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Well Barbie, we're just getting started&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you Ken! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108147152871735505?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108147152871735505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108147152871735505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108147152871735505' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108134588277096020</id><published>2004-04-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T06:56:07.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so I am sorry about that nerdy-ass blogger that I did yesterday, but i did my presentation today andit went really well. The only annoying thing is that my teacher asked me a question that was so obscure it was rediculous. She was like why did they use diazomethane instead of calcium bicarbonate? I was like,"I don't fucking know." Anyways here is my song for the day. I find it to be rather relavent, especially with the situation that our country is in overseas. It is kind of depressing, but it comes from my favorite album of all time from my favorite guy: Bob Dylan, in the world. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://www.maynord47.blogspot.com"&gt;Christine's Blogger&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masters of War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come you masters of war&lt;br /&gt;You that build all the guns&lt;br /&gt;You that build the death planes&lt;br /&gt;You that build the big bombs&lt;br /&gt;You that hide behind walls&lt;br /&gt;You that hide behind desks&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I can see through your masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You that never done nothin'&lt;br /&gt;But build to destroy&lt;br /&gt;You play with my world&lt;br /&gt;Like it's your little toy&lt;br /&gt;You put a gun in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And you hide from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you turn and run farther&lt;br /&gt;When the fast bullets fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Judas of old&lt;br /&gt;You lie and deceive&lt;br /&gt;A world war can be won&lt;br /&gt;You want me to believe&lt;br /&gt;But I see through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I see through your brain&lt;br /&gt;Like I see through the water&lt;br /&gt;That runs down my drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fasten the triggers&lt;br /&gt;For the others to fire&lt;br /&gt;Then you set back and watch&lt;br /&gt;When the death count gets higher&lt;br /&gt;You hide in your mansion&lt;br /&gt;As young people's blood&lt;br /&gt;Flows out of their bodies&lt;br /&gt;And is buried in the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've thrown the worst fear&lt;br /&gt;That can ever be hurled&lt;br /&gt;Fear to bring children&lt;br /&gt;Into the world&lt;br /&gt;For threatening my baby&lt;br /&gt;Unborn and unnamed&lt;br /&gt;You ain't worth the blood&lt;br /&gt;That runs in your veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do I know&lt;br /&gt;To talk out of turn&lt;br /&gt;You might say that I'm young&lt;br /&gt;You might say I'm unlearned&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm younger than you&lt;br /&gt;Even Jesus would never&lt;br /&gt;Forgive what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you one question&lt;br /&gt;Is your money that good&lt;br /&gt;Will it buy you forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that it could&lt;br /&gt;I think you will find&lt;br /&gt;When your death takes its toll&lt;br /&gt;All the money you made&lt;br /&gt;Will never buy back your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you die&lt;br /&gt;And your death'll come soon&lt;br /&gt;I will follow your casket&lt;br /&gt;In the pale afternoon&lt;br /&gt;And I'll watch while you're lowered&lt;br /&gt;Down to your deathbed&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stand o'er your grave&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm sure that you're dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108134588277096020?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108134588277096020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108134588277096020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134588277096020' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108130096677670067</id><published>2004-04-06T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T18:29:44.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo i have the biggest project ever on a compound called &lt;A HREF="http://www.molbio.princeton.edu/courses/mb427/2001/projects/02/vancomycin.htm"&gt;Vancomycin&lt;/A&gt; tomorrow and here is my part that I had to figure out: the wittig, oxidation, a mitsuobo reaction, etc... This has taken me nearly all day and I need to finish it, so catch you guys on the flip side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108130096677670067?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108130096677670067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108130096677670067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108130096677670067' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108117270878645705</id><published>2004-04-05T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T06:48:52.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here is my song for today. I am really tired so I am not going to write much but I saw &lt;A HREF="http://www.thesamples.com/"&gt;the Samples&lt;/A&gt; on New Year's Eve in St.Louis and they rocked. Everyone should check them out. They aren't really jam band, but they have a care-free light mood to them, so check them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: The Samples Lyrics &lt;br /&gt; Song: Weight of the World Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my hands&lt;br /&gt;I will build you&lt;br /&gt;castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;A promise of a land&lt;br /&gt;that it will keep you&lt;br /&gt;from the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all ran away&lt;br /&gt;on our horses&lt;br /&gt;leaving nothing to be found&lt;br /&gt;they dug our dreams up from the ground&lt;br /&gt;and took our forces&lt;br /&gt;from the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;from the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was life too heavy&lt;br /&gt;will you be free&lt;br /&gt;you may never get older&lt;br /&gt;it no longer hangs over&lt;br /&gt;so let go of&lt;br /&gt;the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I please have one more dance with you&lt;br /&gt;goodbye all I've loved and held and knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my hands&lt;br /&gt;I will build you&lt;br /&gt;castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;and a promise of a land&lt;br /&gt;that it will keep you&lt;br /&gt;from the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;from the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;so far away&lt;br /&gt;from the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;so far away&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108117270878645705?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108117270878645705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108117270878645705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117270878645705' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108086812188731644</id><published>2004-04-01T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T17:12:21.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so that song that I put up yesterday made me want t leave Fellows, where I do all of my blogs and go back to my room so I could listen to it. Anyways, I am in fellows right now and I really want to listen to a CD, but I can't. I forgot to bring one. The funny thing is though that I am still wearing the headphones despite the fact that I am not listening to any music. Well this next song comes from one of my favorite former bands, &lt;A HREF="http://www.gumbopages.com/uncle-tupelo.html"&gt;Uncle Tupelo&lt;/A&gt;. They are from St. Louis, actually Belleville, a small town outside of St. Louis in Illinois. They are the former band of both Sunvolt and Wilco. They have a serious country twang to them, but they aren't country if that makes any sense. Well anyways, one of my favorite Cd's of theirs is Still Feel Gone. This song is from that album, so enjoy and check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tupelo - Still Be Around Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you through the windshield&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you in faces looking back at mealcohol doesn't have&lt;br /&gt; much that matters to saycan't imagine where you and time to kill&lt;br /&gt; will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the bible is a bottle&lt;br /&gt;and the hardwood floor is home&lt;br /&gt;when morning comes twice a day or not at allif I break in two will&lt;br /&gt; you put me back together&lt;br /&gt;when this puzzle's figured out will you still be around&lt;br /&gt;to say you've just been there&lt;br /&gt;walking the line upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked and breathed many a cancerous mile&lt;br /&gt;where the bat of an eye is too slow to beat the coffin&lt;br /&gt;they won't tell it on the TV&lt;br /&gt;they can't say it on the radio&lt;br /&gt;they pay to move it off the shelf and into our mindsuntil you can't&lt;br /&gt; tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;when it's right in front of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the bible is a bottle&lt;br /&gt;and the hardwood floor is home&lt;br /&gt;when morning comes twice a day or not at all&lt;br /&gt;if I break in two will you put me back together&lt;br /&gt;when this puzzle's figured out will you still be around&lt;br /&gt;to say you've just been there&lt;br /&gt;walking the line upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108086812188731644?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108086812188731644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108086812188731644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086812188731644' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108077904540944640</id><published>2004-03-31T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T16:27:43.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I hope that everyone liked the song that I put on the post the other day and I also hope that some people checked it out. Before I do my next song, I want to say that I went back and changed a few things in my speech because &lt;A HREF="http://kristinwilk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristen&lt;/A&gt; and her group (Scott and Kai) had their meeting today with Gilbert. They told me that he kind of tore it apart and I didn't want to go in on Friday and have him do the same thing, so I went back and changed it in accordance to some of the changes that they had to make. Also, I went back in and filled in my rhetorical figures. Anyways, back to the important stuff. This next song is a lot different than the rest. It isn't acoustic, nor prolific lyrics, it is just really fun to listen to. We all just went down to Jamaica last week and we listened to a lot of Beach Boys, and we especially listened to this song cause of the word Jamaica was always present. Anyways, I know that most of you have heard this but you should check it out. A really quick story. The first time that I heard this song was in Cocktail the movie, which totally kicks ass. That was the movie that I was forbidden to watch when I was younger. This might be the reason for me liking it so much now. Anyways, talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kokomo by* Beach Boys   (google pics) (remove all links) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama&lt;br /&gt;Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;Off the Florida Keys&lt;br /&gt;There's a place called Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;That's where you wanna go to get away from it all&lt;br /&gt;Bodies in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Tropical drink melting in your hand&lt;br /&gt;We'll be falling in love&lt;br /&gt;To the rhythm of a steel drum band&lt;br /&gt;Down in Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama&lt;br /&gt;Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;We'll get there fast&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;That's where we wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Way down to Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;To Martinique, that Monserrat mystique&lt;br /&gt;We'll put out to sea&lt;br /&gt;And we'll perfect our chemistry&lt;br /&gt;By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon delight&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails and moonlit nights&lt;br /&gt;That dreamy look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Give me a tropical contact high&lt;br /&gt;Way down in Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama&lt;br /&gt;Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;We'll get there fast&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;That's where we wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Way down to Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;Port Au Prince I wanna catch a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;A little place like Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;Now if you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;And get away from it all&lt;br /&gt;Go down to Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama&lt;br /&gt;Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;We'll get there fast&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;That's where we wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Way down to Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama&lt;br /&gt;Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Ooo I wanna take you down to Kokomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108077904540944640?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108077904540944640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108077904540944640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108077904540944640' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108067309639040430</id><published>2004-03-30T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T11:01:51.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today i am going to share with everyone how obsessed I am with irish music. This obsession started a while ago, but it was kicked into high gear when i went to Ireland for three weeks this summer. I can not tell you how much of ablast it was. It is rather stereotypical also. The pubs are smoky, the Guiness is flowing, and the fiddles are filling the room with sweet music. People love to jig or Irish dance when they here music and even if you have absolutely no idea what you are doing, it is fun to join in. One of my favorite bands is Gaelic Storm. They came to Easton in the fall and put on a concert at Frado, that irish pub. they are so fun to see, cause all they do is the drinking music, pump up song. Anyways, here is one of my favorite songs by them with words. You should buy their CD's at &lt;A HREF="www.cdnow.com"&gt;CDNOW.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before The Night Is Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Gaelic Storm&lt;br /&gt;Album	: &lt;br /&gt;Some take their hope, and hide it away&lt;br /&gt;It burns in the darkness, like gold in a grave&lt;br /&gt;There's a spark inside, that can't be concealed&lt;br /&gt;No hurt is so secret that it won't be healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrous:&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is over&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart an open door&lt;br /&gt;Then all we hold inside us&lt;br /&gt;Won't divide us any more&lt;br /&gt;Before the night is over&lt;br /&gt;And the time we have is done&lt;br /&gt;Before our courage fades away&lt;br /&gt;Let our hearts be bound as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way, when nothing is clear&lt;br /&gt;I've been afraid to love, then I hurt what I fear&lt;br /&gt;I can face the night, find strength in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;not afraid to fall, not afraid to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus repeat and fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108067309639040430?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108067309639040430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108067309639040430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108067309639040430' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108060633332389997</id><published>2004-03-29T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T16:29:08.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been rather lazy this past couple of days and also very preoccupied with writing my speech for the presentation. Anyways ack to the amazing songs that i have been blogging about last week. I am trying to think of a good song, so here it is. There is a singer who is originally from Ireland. This song is rather soothing and puts me to sleep everynight. Anways, here it is and everyone should downlad this song and put it on one of those girly, "goodnight mixes". Until then check out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.gaelicstorm.com/"&gt;Gaelic Storm&lt;/A&gt; for some kick ass Irish music for all of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-third Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moonlight in New York&lt;br /&gt;will not go away&lt;br /&gt;I sit in this hotel&lt;br /&gt;and tonight I'm just too drunk to pray&lt;br /&gt;She said that she'd always love me&lt;br /&gt;but that she might not always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain:)&lt;br /&gt;Have a seat&lt;br /&gt;Have a seat&lt;br /&gt;And we can look at the world through this window&lt;br /&gt;on 23rd Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came a long way to see her one more time&lt;br /&gt;There was a subway to take me uptown&lt;br /&gt;There was an address she gave me last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;where she said she could always be found&lt;br /&gt;I listened as she said she loved me&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember that sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely down to the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;you can see yourself as a ghost&lt;br /&gt;We would walk 'round the block with no reason to talk&lt;br /&gt;Back then we were younger than most&lt;br /&gt;It's a love that you never will see&lt;br /&gt;Hey, buddy, I don't mean to boast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's some folks bring love to a hotel&lt;br /&gt;and some just bring their own quiet end&lt;br /&gt;My story is not one hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;and I just want to tell it again&lt;br /&gt;She said that she'd always love me&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to find her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108060633332389997?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108060633332389997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108060633332389997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108060633332389997' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108018836460989999</id><published>2004-03-24T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:22:52.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo this next song is really cool. I liked it a lot even before it was used in American Wedding. Van Moorison is very special to me, being Irish and all. He is one of my favorite song writers. I think that it is kind of weird, but at the same time kind of cool that he doesn't play Brown Eyed Girl or any of his huge hits at concerts. He wants people to like his music, not his big hits. Anyways here is the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into The Mystic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were born before the wind&lt;br /&gt;Also younger than the sun&lt;br /&gt;Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic&lt;br /&gt;Hark, now hear the sailors cry&lt;br /&gt;Smell the sea and feel the sky&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home&lt;br /&gt;And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to fear it&lt;br /&gt;I want to rock your gypsy soul&lt;br /&gt;Just like way back in the days of old&lt;br /&gt;Then magnificently we will float into the mystic&lt;br /&gt;And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home&lt;br /&gt;And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to fear it&lt;br /&gt;I want to rock your gypsy soul&lt;br /&gt;Just like way back in the days of old&lt;br /&gt;And together we will float into the mystic&lt;br /&gt;Come on girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then check out &lt;A HERF="www.meghanelizabeth.blogspot.edu"&gt;Meghan's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108018836460989999?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108018836460989999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108018836460989999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018836460989999' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108006540828214860</id><published>2004-03-23T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T10:15:31.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I really liked my blog yesterday and I think that I am going to keep doing this. I want to put the lyrics to songs that i like a lot, even if some of them are pretty stereotypical songs. This next song has really good lyrics, but I just really like the guitar entrance to this song. I am a sucker for acoustic songs, so this song will come as no surprise. The Die Straits have so many good songs. I didn't really start to get into them until Senior year when i would go to the public library, rent their CD's, and then burn them. I know that some people are really against it, but the library had some really random live Dire Straits CD's. Anyways until then check out this song and its lyrics and also check out &lt;A HREF="http://kristinwilk.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristen's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lovestruck romeo sing a streetsuss serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a convenient street light steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says hey it's romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet the dice was loaded from the start&lt;br /&gt;And I bet and you exploded into my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I forget the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong juliet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame&lt;br /&gt;Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real&lt;br /&gt;How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold&lt;br /&gt;You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold&lt;br /&gt;You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Now you just say oh romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above and I love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do the talk like they talk on the TV&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything except be in love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is keep th beat and bad company&lt;br /&gt;All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Julie I'd do the stars with you any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;And there's a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong juliet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108006540828214860?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108006540828214860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108006540828214860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006540828214860' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-108000353083380801</id><published>2004-03-22T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T17:02:15.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I know that we are supposed to write a blog about a crazy spring break story, but I kind of already told one today about the crazy guy and the ganga. I don't know if that is really how you are supposed to spell it. But instead I want to talk about a song by the greatest performer/songwriter/influence of all time: Bob Dylan. I am going to put the lyrics to my favorite Dylan song on this blog because I think that they are absolutely amazing. I don't know what really to say except one of my favorite lines is when he says, "I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul". So here are the lyrics and I would really like some feedback if people think that this is his best work: The Freewheelin Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Think Twice, It's Alright&lt;br /&gt;~Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter, anyhow&lt;br /&gt;An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know by now&lt;br /&gt;When your rooster crows at the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Look out your window and I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on&lt;br /&gt;Don't think twice, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe&lt;br /&gt;That light I never knowed&lt;br /&gt;An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the dark side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say&lt;br /&gt;To try and make me change my mind and stay&lt;br /&gt;We never did too much talkin' anyway&lt;br /&gt;So don't think twice, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal&lt;br /&gt;Like you never did before&lt;br /&gt;It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear you any more&lt;br /&gt;I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road&lt;br /&gt;I once loved a woman, a child I'm told&lt;br /&gt;I give her my heart but she wanted my soul&lt;br /&gt;But don't think twice, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm bound, I can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But goodbye's too good a word, gal&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just say fare thee well&lt;br /&gt;I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind&lt;br /&gt;You could have done better but I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You just kinda wasted my precious time&lt;br /&gt;But don't think twice, it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then check out &lt;A HREF="www.ivegotmoxie.blogspot.com"&gt;Dean's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-108000353083380801?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108000353083380801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/108000353083380801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000353083380801' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107906150591116242</id><published>2004-03-11T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T19:21:53.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my blog with all of my rhetorical figures that I have done over the semster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hypozeugma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing last, in a construction containing several words or phrases of equal value, the word or words on which all of them depend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Speaker, Vice President Cheney, members of Congress, distinguished guests, and fellow citizens: America... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hypozeuxis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Opposite of zeugma. Every clause has its own verb. Zeugma:A general term describing when one part of speech (most often the main verb, but sometimes a noun) governs two or more other parts of a sentence (often in a series). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't really understand this definition, so I couldn't find an example &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hysterologia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A form of hyperbaton or parenthesis in which one interposes a phrase between a preposition and its object &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many of the fastest growing occupations require strong math and science preparation, and training beyond the highschool level&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dehortatio&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dissuasion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside the United States , where the war began, we must continue to give homeland security and law enforcement personnel every tool they need to defend us. And one of those essential tools is the Patriot Act, which allows federal law enforcement to better share information, to track terroists, to disrupt their cells, and to seize their assets. (description of the Patriot Act) ... -you need to renew the Patriot Act. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dendrographia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Creating an illusion of reality through vivid description of a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is really no example where President Bush is comparing anything to the likes of a tree.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derecatio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A praying against evil, against others, or oneslf; a prayer for the removal of some evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never would he say praying to God, but this is the closest that I could get: I believe that God has planted in every heart the desire to live in freedom. And even when that desire is crushed by tyranny for decades, it will rise again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologue&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Appeasing and persuading the rude and ignorant through comparisons made in form of a fable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well this is the one that I couldn't really find due to the fact that he really didn't have a forum to argue with someone. I looked through a lot of the speech and there were some partial examples but none that actually satisfied this definition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apophasis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rejection of several reasons why a thing should or should not be done and affirming a single one, considered most valid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We refuse to live in the shadow of this ultimate danger. (rejection) We are also confronting the regimes that harbor and support terroists, and could supply them with nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons. (affirming) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apoplanesis&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Promising to address the issue but effectively dodging it through a digression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that some people question if America is really in a war at all..... (end of the sentence) The terroists and their supporters declared war on the United States-and war is what they got &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABATING:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Adding a concluding sentence that diminishes the effect of what has been said previously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can go forward with confidence and resolve-or we can turn back to the dangerous illusion that terrorists are not plotting and outlaw regimes are no threat to us. -State of the Union &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABBASER:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Giving a name to something which diminishes it in importance. A kind of meiosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The once all-powerful ruler of Iraq was found in a hole, and now sits in a prison cell. - State of the Union &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABECEDARIAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the letters of successive lines are arranged in alphabetical order or in such a way to spell a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;America's growing economy... As technology transforms... Much of our job growth... So we must respond... -State of the Union&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107906150591116242?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107906150591116242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107906150591116242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906150591116242' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107894621800079849</id><published>2004-03-10T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:20:06.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i have a response paper due and I am going to put it on my blog today to see if anyone has any critiques about it. I know that everyone doesn't quite know what I am discussing, but I am looking for more fluid comments and grammatical corrctions. So here it is and until then chekc out &lt;A HREF="http://maybach23.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_maybach23_archive.html#107828148250864342"&gt;Fatima's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Woman in the Body: A Cultural Analysis of Reproduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I have taken science courses my entire life and I continue to take them even in college and there are things that I have read in these two chapters, especially the third chapter, that blow my mind and open me to some new insights. Also, before I get going another thing that boggled my mind is the idea of race as a biological determinant, an idea that we talked about and discussed in great length and detail in class, plays a role in gender reproduction issues. It amazes me that a concept like that can recycle itself into numerous other ideas such as reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;	In chapter two, I felt like there were too many assumptions that were a little too nit-picky. I have complete respect for this author, especially after knowing how she obtained all of her evidence, but some of the feminists that she quoted looked into things a little too much. I took intense courses of English in high school and it seemed at times that we overanalyzed and we over critiqued novels much like some of the ladies of chapter two. The idea that I am drawing upon is when Martin writes, “[women] are viewed less as individuals than as the ‘raw material’ from which the ‘product’ is extracted. In these circumstances, the physician, rather than the mother comes to be seen as having produced the baby. The child is the product which has to be produced according to exact specifications… mothers are ignorant of how to rear children and have to be instructed by experts. These experts, of course, are male.” I know that this is a rather lengthy quote but I feel like it has much significance. I completely understand what she is saying. Some of the terminology that we use when describing pregnancy are things usually associated with factories or cooking goods, ex. Baking bread in the oven. I can see where one is coming from when they say that this gives not only a negative impression on childbirth but devalues the amazing importance of it. The other side to this is that physicians did do a lot of work to deliver the baby. Often it is the mother of the child who gives such praises to the doctor and not just outside observers. This is not an attempt to say that the mother did not do any work, but more or less that there were numerous people that were involved in the creation of the baby. When relatives go to the hospital they sometimes give flowers, not for the baby’s sake but to cheer the mother up and congratulate her. I might not be the majority of people’s thoughts but I give the mother a ton of congratulations on having a child because quite frankly I could never take that kind of pain. Another thing about this passage is that women usually either choose to see “professionals” or they have not had the experience of raising a baby and they need pointers. It is a very different work community than when Martin originally wrote the book. A lot more women are working and there are probably the same amount of female family planners as male, if not more. &lt;br /&gt;	In chapter three, my skepticism about feminist radical thoughts started to get swayed when she brought up all of the misconceptions that people use to actually believe. The main thing that blew my mind was the notion of body heat. She quoted, “women were of a colder and less active disposition than men, so that while men could sweat in order to remove the impurities from their blood, the colder dispositions of women did not allow them to be purified in that way. Females menstruated to rid their bodies of impurities.” This concept struck me as interesting because it made me think of past class discussions. We said that colonialism was one of the catalysts for racial stereotypes that still exist today because the environment of the subject (Africans) was disturbed and the human interactions were under specific conditions and their was an apparent power difference. This last quote made me think of the stereotypes that we hold on women today. When I think of menstruation, I get kind of woozy due to the fact that I have had social ideas rooted in me that blood loss is a bad thing. This could have been stemmed from a while ago, just like colonialism did with the idea of biology being a racial determinant. So the previous paragraph now doesn’t seem so ridiculous. Menstruation is a good thing for girls, in the biological sense. It is a sign that the body is performing normally except when pregnant. Abnormal menstruation can sometimes be a bad sign. So I shouldn’t feel sick to my stomach when I think about menstruation, but rejoice it. Social stereotypes are deeply rooted on females and a lot of the vocabulary and preconceived notions keep these stereotypes recycling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107894621800079849?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107894621800079849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107894621800079849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894621800079849' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107885802499809643</id><published>2004-03-09T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T10:50:11.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today I received word that i didn't get the internship that i applied to in New York City at NYU school of medicine. There were 900 applicants for 30 spots and I was in the top 100 so I didn't feel too bad. In any case, I called the school to see what had happened and what i could improve my resume on for next year. The only thing that they told me was that I was discarded because one of my teachers letters of reccommendation was never received. I almost flipped out. I mean what the fuck? This is rediculous. This is not an extra thing a teacher can do for a student, it is a part of their job. Now they an give you a poor recemmendation, but as long as they submit something. Anyway this internship was reallly sweet and now I missed out on it. It was at NYU, payed 3000 dollars, and gave you round trip transportation. That would have been awesome, but no I can't have it. Anyways, i didn't want to bitch out my teacher so I called my dad and I am presently about to write him a letter. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="www.ivegotmoxie.blogspot.com"&gt;Dean-o's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107885802499809643?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107885802499809643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107885802499809643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885802499809643' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107877885746005211</id><published>2004-03-08T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T12:50:43.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I want to give you guys my friends website. It is really funny. We are mocking the one web site that I put in my links section, IcyHotStuntaz. My friend at Tulane made a website that was definitely mocking this website, &lt;A HREF="http://studentweb.tulane.edu/~mlewis3/"&gt;Ill Ballaz&lt;/A&gt;. You guys should all check it out. Don't be offended either because it is meant to be a joke, and by all means not racist. I am debating whether I should put up the hate mail that he received, but I think that I will hold off on that for a later day. Anyways, hope tat everyone had a good weekend, and I will blog to everyone tomorrow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107877885746005211?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107877885746005211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107877885746005211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107877885746005211' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107841284911558112</id><published>2004-03-04T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T07:10:29.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I am going to put up another picture today because I was inspired by &lt;A HREF="http://lizfromli.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_lizfromli_archive.html#107829684803936633"&gt;Liz's Picture&lt;/A&gt; on her blog today. It reminded me of what the beach was like and how excited I am to finally go there. I found a really good picture of the Caribbean the other day on the internet and I thought who better to share it with, my blog friends of course. Anyways, I think that it is final, I am pretty sure that my friend Robby and I are going tanning. My mom totally thought that it would be a good idea. I don't really like the idea of it, but I am only going to go for like 2 times. Anyways, here is the picture and the countdown until spring break is on like Donkey Kong. &lt;strong&gt;8 Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.travelpictures.co.uk/TP/CARIBBEANBACKGROUNDS/210302dPalmIsland-pp.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107841284911558112?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107841284911558112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107841284911558112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841284911558112' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107833631650519813</id><published>2004-03-03T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T07:05:49.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, I just wanted to say really quick in this rather short blog that I am going to &lt;A HREF="http://www.negril.com/"&gt;Jamaica&lt;/A&gt; in less than 9 days. I know that this sounds really metrosexual, but I am Irish, thus having very fair skin. My sister said that I should go tanning like twice before I go to Jamiaca. I said no right away, but the more that I think about it, i would rather be burned in Granville than in Negril, so write what you think that I should do. Out for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107833631650519813?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107833631650519813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107833631650519813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833631650519813' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107827242682066263</id><published>2004-03-02T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T16:10:04.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was reading &lt;A HREF="http://standingontheverge.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_standingontheverge_archive.html#107809070842881243"&gt;Alex's Blog&lt;/A&gt; about the &lt;em&gt;Passion&lt;/em&gt; movie. I couldn't agree more. I went to go see the movie. I feel like whatever religion you choose to associate yourself with or none at all, you should see this movie. It is really powerful and it sends a good humanitarian message of love and perseverance. Whatever you believe, I feel like we can all learn from great people throughout history: Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Mother Theresa, and Jesus. They all went through struggles and tribulations to get their message of love, acceptance, etc... out into the world. I bet if this movie was about one of these other people, there wouldn't be as much outrage, or pretty much none at all. I went to Catholic High School, so I had to read the entire Bible throughout my four years. That was a very very correct depiction of the Passion. The only thing that I can think of is that he was nailed to the cross by his wrists. His hands wouldn't have been able to support the rest of his body. That is so trivial though when you look at the broader spectrum. Well that is it for now, once again check out Alex's Blog for his really good commentary.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107827242682066263?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107827242682066263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107827242682066263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827242682066263' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107817826470274391</id><published>2004-03-01T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T14:39:48.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all, I am going to put up another website today. I think that it is pretty cool. I am often asked if i could go one place in the world, where would it be? I know this answer right off the bat. My answer to everyone is Nepal. I want to climb, at least a little bit of it, Mount Everest. I think that it is one of the most amazing sites that one could ever see. I have always been obsessed with nature. the idea of seeing amazing forests, towering mountains, and amazing feats of Mother Nature has always astounded me. Reading about them is one thing but actually being there and breathing the same ar as Everest would be abolutely amazing. I am going to put up a picture, one of my favorites from this website, but until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://schmidn.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_schmidn_archive.html#107715866020833764"&gt;Nate's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mountain-images.co.uk/gallery_images/himalaya/psl016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107817826470274391?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107817826470274391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107817826470274391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107817826470274391' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107811061102987198</id><published>2004-02-29T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:13:06.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I completely forgot to write on Friday due to the fact that it was a really busy day and also because we had our meeting with Gilbert. Anyways a lot was accomplished on Friday in our meeting with Gilbert. We went in not really knowing what position that we were going to take. We are discussing the idea of dietary supplements, especially ephedra. We started off not knowing that there had been a law passed already that completely banned the usage and sale of ephedra, so we were stuck. After a lot of discussion we decided to stick to a more general idea of dietary supplements and the slowly but surely ban of them. We are going to try to get a law passed that has a warning label on them, a national ad campaign warning people about the side effects, and possibly an age limit on selling and buying a dietary supplement. That is about it, until now check out my &lt;A HREF="http://oopsibloggeditagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Group Blog&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107811061102987198?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107811061102987198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107811061102987198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811061102987198' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107780821504233755</id><published>2004-02-26T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T07:14:31.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all. Last night was absolutely rediculous. I went with Denison University to see The Passion of the Christ, the new Mel Gibson flic. I mean to tell you it was absolutely the most gory movie that I have ever seen. The one word to describe the overall feel of the film would be intense. I am Catholic, so I might be a little biased, but I thought that this movie was absolutely amazing. It was so powerful. I am not a Bible preaching fundamentalist, so I understand people being hesitant about seeeing this movie. It is definately worth your time. You see Jesus be this God-mighty figure and at the same time you get to see his fears of actually being killed. Also because it is so realistic, you feel like you are taking on the same struggles. I mean to tell you the scourging at the pillar scene lasts for like 25 minutes and it is the bloodiest thing that I have ever seen, even more than Last of the Mohekans or Dances with Wolves. The bloodiest part was when they actually show them nailing his hands into the cross. It was difficult to watch. All in all though it was a spectacular movie that everyone should check out. By the way, did everyone know that the actor who played Jesus got struck by lightening during production? That is kind of weird. Here is the website for the movie if you want to check it out. &lt;A HREF="www.thepassionofthechrist.com/"&gt;The Passion of the Christ&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107780821504233755?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107780821504233755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107780821504233755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780821504233755' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107773701863584270</id><published>2004-02-25T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T11:26:28.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo everyone this is kyle banahan and today is the big election for class senator of 2006. I am kind of nervous even though a lot of people aren't running for the position. I know that this sounds kind of hockey and corney but I do have one thing that I would like to do is elected. I look at other schools, big and small, and see that they can use their student id cards in numerous places either on campus or off campus. At a large school such as Ohio State, you can use your buckey bucks anywhere around campus. At a small school like College of the Holy Cross, you can use your Crusader Cash for delivery and for restaurants in Worchester, Mass. This is a system that we need to adopt. It takes baby steps, such as the laundry and dryer machines being converted to card accessible. Next it carries over to the Bandersnatch, then the vending machines and hopefully in the end, Granville. Anyways, I find out tongiht if I won, and tomorrows blog should be pretty good. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://tophattripp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tripp's Blog&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107773701863584270?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107773701863584270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107773701863584270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107773701863584270' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107765112393184637</id><published>2004-02-24T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T11:34:51.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone. Today, Brie, myself, and Deano made our extra credit personal ad. I made up some pretty interesting stuff about our person. I tried to use a startling title because those are the ones that I usually like to read. Sorry that this blogger today is really short, but I was busy with that project today. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://www.wolfswords.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adams Blog&lt;/A&gt; for a crazy blog that he just put up about bitches. It is rather funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107765112393184637?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107765112393184637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107765112393184637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765112393184637' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107756294103755063</id><published>2004-02-23T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T11:05:07.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, it was a long weekend in the STL, that's St. Louis for all of you non-Nelly listeners out there. I will tell everyone about my amazing weekend at Mardi Gras in tomorrow's blogger, but today I want to share with everyone a website that my friend sent me. On New Year's Eve, my friends and I went to a rather elegant party for a girl who was the queen of her debutante. Her party was at &lt;A HREF="http://www.golfclubatlas.com/stlouis2.html"&gt;St. Louis Country Club&lt;/A&gt; and needless to say we were all pretty fucked up. My friend took a picture from that night of one of my friends and turned it into a really funny image on the web. All you have to do is press play and his mouth moves. Just check out &lt;A HREF="http://veepers01.budlight.com/service/RetrieveCard?id=565196FA-6596-11D8-B73A-E3635E514682"&gt;Joe's Webpage&lt;/A&gt;. It will make you laugh and then maybe you can do it to someone else's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107756294103755063?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107756294103755063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107756294103755063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756294103755063' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107729384970674490</id><published>2004-02-20T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T08:27:31.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so yesterdays blog was pretty interesting. I am really happy that dean helped me put a picture up onto my blog. Anyways, this days blog is going to be about the whole situation going down in Colorado. There are a lot of sides to look at. The coach sounded like an absolute moron. By doing this the university will fire him thus coming out acting like they were the big people in the situation. By firing this guy, the University will say that they are taking a stand about sexual injustice, rape, and sexual issues in general. This is all great but in a few weeks when we snap back into normal life and this case is just an afterthought, the universities who allow for this to go on, will keep allowing it to happen. This is a frustrating feeling, because we are in a cyclic downward spiral that is going to hurt us as an American population. To save any face, the coach should have acted like he had no idea any of this was going on. He then should have said that he will put forth all of his efforts to try and find all of the guilty parties. Maybe a little tear for the cameras. Also if I were him, I would talk about how influential the girl kicker was for the team. Maybe boost her self-esteem a little so she won't press charges and so she could possibly drop out of the spotlight. The tear could be pushing it for the believability factor, but in the situation that he is in right now, it is all that hes got. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://www.maybach23.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatima's Blog&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107729384970674490?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107729384970674490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107729384970674490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729384970674490' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107723475312545618</id><published>2004-02-19T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T08:25:19.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here is my picture that &lt;A HREF="http://ivegotmoxie.blogspot.com"&gt;Dean&lt;/A&gt; showed me how to put onto my blogger. The cool thing about this picture isn't all the artificial light in the United States and Europe, but more the no light areas of South America and Africa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/0011/earthlights2_dmsp_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107723475312545618?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107723475312545618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107723475312545618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723475312545618' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107712808276630888</id><published>2004-02-18T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T08:24:39.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I am not going to finish the story of my weekend today. I will return to that on Friday. Anyways, the reason is that I want to know how to put pictures onto my blogger. We may have already talked about it in class, so this could be a dumb question, but I don't know how to do it so if someone could post how to do it on their blogger then that would be great. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://ivegotmoxie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dean's Blog&lt;/A&gt; for a really cool picture of Bob Marley, who is from Jamaica which is where I will be in 23 days for an entire week. I will save that one for another blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107712808276630888?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107712808276630888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107712808276630888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712808276630888' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107705397509023275</id><published>2004-02-17T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T13:43:21.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So returning to my story, I wake up the next day at around 10 in the morning. The weird thing about georgetown is that thye all set up reservations to go to brunch. So i dragged my ass out of bed and went to Cafe Bonaparte. I basically payed about 15 dollars for a hotpocket and three dollars for a pint sized memosa. After that, I was still hungry, but I wanted to see all of the sites of Washington D.C., due to the fact that I had never been there. We walked from Georgetown to the capitol which is a hell of a long way. I saw the White House, the Capitol, the Smithsonian (more specifically the Muesum for Air and Space), the Vietnam Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial, The Korean War Memorial, the Washington Monument, and Jefferson's Memorial. I basically did everything that you could do in a day at D.C. We ate at a place native to the area called Booeymongers, which had amazing food. I got a roast beef sandwhich with melted brie on top. It was delicious. We came home later and decorated the entire apartment in a Heaven theme, for the Heaven and Hell party that was going on later that night. We ate a quick dinner on V-Day at a place called the Tombs. They had a beer selection there of over 450 beers. I still stuck with the Budweiser though. Later that night beer and Jungle Juice were flowing and the party was amazing. There was also an ice luge which was pretty kick-ass. Anyways thats it for now, I will conclude my weekend on the next posting. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://scotttowler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott's Blog&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107705397509023275?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107705397509023275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107705397509023275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705397509023275' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107699150082128490</id><published>2004-02-16T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:21:56.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this weekend I went to Georgetown University to visit one of my best friends from highschool. The ride didn't take that long and only took like 6 hours. I got dropped off at the gates of Georgetown where my friends apartment was located. His apartment was amazing and it the area that this is in is so posh. He pays about 7,000 dollars a semester to live there. I met all of his roommates and then we went right to the bars. We went to a bar called Chadwick's, then to Old Glory, and then to Rhino's. I had to give the bouncer thirty bucks to let my one friend in cause he didn't have a fake ID. We went back to my friends place, pretty intoxicated and watched the Family Guy on DVD. The weird thing about Georgetown is that for late night munchies, we ordered big things of hummus and warm bread. That isn't your average Nick's Incredible Pizza, but it was still pretty good. Also at the place that delivered hummus they sold six packs of beer and delivered them. The hummus was pretty good but it came with bananas and grapes which were really good. Anyways, my next blogger will be about the rest of my weekend. Until then check out &lt;A HREF="http://lizfromli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107699150082128490?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107699150082128490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107699150082128490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699150082128490' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107690162210641601</id><published>2004-02-15T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:24:01.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just got back from Washington DC and my next blog will tell everyone about it, I just wanted to give you guys a website to check out. Just in case if you like outdoor clothes, but don't want to pay the hefty cost. I have been using this website for years, so check it out. Also, &lt;A HREF="http://briebrie625.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brie's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107690162210641601?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107690162210641601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107690162210641601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690162210641601' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107662516593315522</id><published>2004-02-12T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:35:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey whats up. I just read &lt;A HREF="http://www.kaischwertner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristen's Blog&lt;/A&gt;, and I am also under that same question. I know that I haven't been religious about linking to other people's blogs, but I basically have been doing a blog everyday since the first assignment. When I went to other peolple's blogs, they didn't have a very updated posting. I didn't want to write this because I wanted to get people in trouble or make myself look like a great student. I merely want to know if I have to do this every day? Anyone care to comment especially you Dr. Gilbert, that would be great. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107662516593315522?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107662516593315522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107662516593315522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662516593315522' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107654044730001546</id><published>2004-02-11T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:04:38.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I wanted to post my essay today that I have been using for all of my internships. If anyone comes across my Blog, tell me what you think: good or bad. Thanks a lot and by the way everyone should check out Dean's Blog it is pretty cool:&lt;A HREF="http://ivegotmoxie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dean's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Kyle Banahan&lt;br /&gt;Essay Form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	When I was in high school, I would always tell everyone that I wanted to be a doctor. They would always then ask me why? I have no one in my family who is a doctor, in fact my mom is a Catholic grade school teacher and my dad is a St. Louis City Policeman, a very humble background, so that wasn't the reason. I went for about three years not knowing why I really wanted to be a doctor. Everyone that I knew had amazing reasons for what they wanted to do with themselves, so I was slowly starting to believe that I really had no cause, no purpose in life. &lt;br /&gt;At my high school, you get off the entire month of January when you are a senior for service projects. Five of my closest friends and I went down to Belize to build houses. We went down there with a chaperone, who happed to be a doctor of internal medicine. Watching him go to all of these small villages and seeing the kind of effect that one man possesses overwhelmed me. Not only his healing power, but the way in which he handled all of these children, making them feel completely comfortable, because for many of them this was their first glimpse of a doctor. At times I remember seeing him just hold a little girl close to him because he had never experienced a hug. My words can only give you a small piece of what this trip was like for me. It changed me in more ways than one. It showed e that there was life outside of my suburban shell and that people in my own town need just as much help as these people in Belize. &lt;br /&gt;So I finally had my reason for wanting to pursue a career in medicine, but now what kind of doctor? I switched a lot in what area of specialty, but I have concluded that I want to do patient care and research in oncology. I find cancer to be so terrible and yet so interesting at the same time. The one thing about cancer that really intrigues me is the fact that it has the power to be passed on from one family member to the next. I have done a research project on onco genes. The concentration of this project was the function of histones on DNA to see if there was any relationship with causing cancerous cells to be produced. Another area of research that I conducted with a biology teacher at Denison University, who couldnÂt write a recommendation letter cause he is on sabbatical, was the formation of neuronal synapses. Most people are under the impression that synapses are little pools of ÂwaterÂ in which neurotransmitters float from the axon to the dendrite. The research that I did for about 3 weeks was to study how these synapses are formed. I focused mainly on their early development. I was amazed to find out how protein-rich and complex these structures really are. I feel like this project really inspired me to want to do research. When I first started off the project, I could barely understand what I was reading and it seemed rather pointless of a study. The more and more that I kept researching and reading though, I started to become fascinated by the network of axons, synapses, and dendrites in the human body. I could write a ten page paper on all of the entities that go into place to form the synapse. &lt;br /&gt;While at Denison, I have taken a full year of General Chemistry, a full year of Organic Chemistry, a semester of Zoology, and a semester of Cell and Molecular Biology. I am now in my second semester of Organic Chemistry and I am taking a semester of Ecology and Evolution. I am pre-med, but I am majoring in French with a minor in either Biology or Chemistry. I really like the sciences and that is why I am applying for this program. I want to do the same thing that the doctor did in Belize. I want to work abroad and practice medicine for underprivileged children with a group called Medecins Sans Frontiers, or Doctors without Borders. This is why I am majoring in French. &lt;br /&gt;I am Caucasian and feel like I need a summer to be submerged in a diverse situation. I am proud of who I am and I pride myself in not putting others down for skin color, religious preference, or sexual preference. I went to all boys Catholic high school, which at times can be very close-minded, but I feel like I broke out of that mold and have shaped myself into a pretty well-rounded guy. I am a varsity soccer player, a soon to be member of the pre-medical honorary, founder of a group that raises awareness about humanitarian crises around the world (inspired by Doctors without Borders), in the French club (le CafÃ© Francais), and a member of Phi Delta Theta Fraternity. Nothing in this world would make me happier than to get this internship in research. I think that it would benefit my character, my career, and benefit you guys in the future. I would hope that I would change the other people at this job just as much as they would change me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107654044730001546?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107654044730001546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107654044730001546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654044730001546' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107647522050744398</id><published>2004-02-10T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:00:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to write today about how much importance we put on Valentine's Day. I didn't even want to capitalize it because it isn'ta real holiday. It was obviously made up by the greeting card company. I know that that argument is said a lot but I truly do feel like everyday should be a form of Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be your significant other, but more or less to the ones that you love. You shoudl tell your friends how important they are to you and you should also do stuff for them everyday. That is really all that I have for today but my biggest tiff about the day is when people get engaged. That is the corniest thing in the world. Anyways here is a blog that discusses Valentine's Day. &lt;A HREF="http://www.kaischwertner.blogspot.com"&gt;Kai's Blog&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107647522050744398?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107647522050744398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107647522050744398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647522050744398' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107602518601809876</id><published>2004-02-05T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T15:55:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just went on nerve.com and I looked up some profiles of people who put personal ads out. The were interesting to say the least, but the weird thing about all of these ads was there was nothing really personal. All of the stuff that Gilbert read to us made it very personal, but the only thing tat was intriguing about ours was the titles. The one title that I saw was for a guy looking for a girl and his title was, "I m usually a good boy (NOT!!!)." That was kind of an interesting title. Instability and wanting a title to stick out are two things that come to mind. He seems like he really isn't that funny, mainly cause he used a NOT joke, but more or less always wants to be center of attention. It is really sad how much I am reading into a person by the title of his personal ad. Anyways that's all I have for now, hopefully I can go to a website that gets a little more descriptive. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107602518601809876?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107602518601809876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107602518601809876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602518601809876' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107602381895412636</id><published>2004-02-05T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T15:32:40.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am putting another website up today on my links. Everyone should check it out. This group of guys are definitely for real and they are not joking around. I was blown away by how awful these guys are, but enough of me talking, check it out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107602381895412636?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107602381895412636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107602381895412636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602381895412636' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107584304955764322</id><published>2004-02-03T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T13:19:48.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So lately I have been very stressed due to the fact that I have to hand in all of these internship applications. I am applying to about fifteen of them and I honestly do not know if I will get a single one. The one that I really want is at NYU for the summer. It pays pretty nice and it gives you housing, which in New York City is awesome. The only thing that I am having trouble with is that a lot of the internships that I am applying for, are for minority students only, or preference is given. I don't know how I feel about this. I by no means come from a prosperous family. My dad is a policeman and my mom is a teacher. They have worked every day of their lives to send my sister and me to good schools, but they don't get any breaks because they are white. I feel like I am the same way. I have worked hard for everything that I have gotten. I feel like only the best applicants should get the internship. You could be a very wealthy Native American with ok grades and get the internship over a lower class white kid with better grades. I do not see how fair this really is. If you think other wise, or want to comment, please do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107584304955764322?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107584304955764322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107584304955764322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584304955764322' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107577167720760137</id><published>2004-02-02T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T17:30:15.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont have that much to say in this blog, but I do have a joke that I think is kind of nerdy funny.&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a blond with half a brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a genius&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/6373181-107577167720760137?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107577167720760137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107577167720760137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577167720760137' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107524210578636348</id><published>2004-01-27T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T14:27:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This next post is to raise awareness of the website that I just put up. I don't want to sit here and preach to everyone about how spoiled and naive we are, cause Lord knows that I fall into that same category also, but we at Denison need to take a step back form our sheltered lives and see what is going on in the world around us. I bet a lot of people didn't know that malnutrition is the largest killer in the entire world. I can barely make it through the day if I don't have lunch. This website highlights an organization that is a humanitarian group of doctors, volunteers, and social workers that go to third world countries and give free medical attention to anyone that needs it. This is what I want to do right outside of Medical School. I don't want to do it so people look at me and say, "Wow! What a good person," but I want to do it because I have had nearly everything that I have wanted in my life and I feel like this is my way of giving it back. My goal is for people to look at this website, and hopefully me someday, and think to themselves that they should get involved. There is a world outside of "the Hill" and it is an ugly one. People die at rates that you wouldn't be able to believe. Hopefully someday this will stop, but until then, we should try to do anything that we can. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107524210578636348?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107524210578636348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107524210578636348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524210578636348' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6373181.post-107487597454496242</id><published>2004-01-23T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T08:41:53.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>             Well I guess that this is the first post about myself. My name is Richard Kyle Banahan. I have gone by my middle name my entire life, Kyle, but I have many nicknames most of which involve changing my last name to something funnier such as: Banakazans, Shinanabans, etc... I think that you get my drift. My mom has always called me KB, which not until high school did I realize was a drug reference. I don't think that my mom knows about this though. &lt;br /&gt;             I have an older sister of 25 who is law school at Washington University od St. Louis, a dad who is a policeman in the city of St. Louis, and a mom who is a Catholic gradeschool teacher. I have a yellow lab, and both my sister and I went to all-boys or all-girls Catholic grade school and high school. I get made fun of a lot for having a rather Americana-esque family, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;em&gt;What did the fish say when it ran into the wall?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dam&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6373181-107487597454496242?l=rkyleblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107487597454496242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6373181/posts/default/107487597454496242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rkyleblogger.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487597454496242' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114189134372253465</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></entry></feed>
