<?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-1018785699746924302</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:35:29.704-06:00</updated><category term='5mins'/><category term='CRaSH'/><category term='365'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Current Events'/><category term='brycethought'/><category term='Music'/><category term='desiring god'/><category term='video game'/><category term='april'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='sufjan'/><category term='pursue'/><category term='good friday'/><category term='photos'/><category term='book'/><category term='Life in Transition'/><category term='easter'/><category term='piper'/><category term='mindless monday'/><category term='New'/><category term='LOST'/><category term='music review'/><category term='photo'/><category term='running'/><category term='LifeLesson'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='personality type'/><category term='the paleo diet for social media'/><category term='fun'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='hilarious'/><category term='Android'/><category term='Libya'/><category term='Edison Glass'/><category term='music friday'/><title type='text'>B R Y C E think</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7234805337673430773</id><published>2011-06-01T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:09:13.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>Closing Time</title><content type='html'>"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving blogger for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger ate 4 posts and held them hostage for half a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger has very limited back-door options. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a clean slate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger is a great intro tool to blogging. But it's time to put on the big boy pants at wordpress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, if you ever want to hear from me again, it won't be from this blog. I'm trying to start a regularly-updated, content-heavy blog on wordpress. Check it out below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://sincerelybryce.wordpress.com/"&gt;Go to my new blog: Sincerely Bryce. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure and update your readers! Push this button to add my new blog to your reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SincerelyBryce" rel="alternate" title="Subscribe to my feed" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon32x32.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SincerelyBryce" rel="alternate" title="Subscribe to my feed" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye blogger. But not goodbye readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7234805337673430773?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7234805337673430773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7234805337673430773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7234805337673430773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7234805337673430773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/06/closing-time.html' title='Closing Time'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1897541071445534686</id><published>2011-05-17T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:00:00.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-- Timeout Blogger! --</title><content type='html'>All of this Blogger drama has been getting to me. Last week, four posts were almost deleted while blogger underwent 'maintence'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a short break. Besides, I've been thinking of changing the blog site to wordpress or posterous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until&amp;nbsp;things get sorted out,&amp;nbsp;chew on this - &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/pipers-first-published-poem-for-money-5?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+DGBlog+%28DG+Blog%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;the first poem published by Piper in 1969 for $5.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In that land&lt;br /&gt;Were some birds&lt;br /&gt;And some grass&lt;br /&gt;And very much dust&lt;br /&gt;And a number of common folk&lt;br /&gt;Wit a lot of simplicity&lt;br /&gt;And wisdom;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So it was not unnatural &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That they should expect&lt;br /&gt;The grass to wither&lt;br /&gt;And the birds to fall dead from the sky&lt;br /&gt;When one of their friends,&lt;br /&gt;Looking over his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Somehow like an ordinary man,&lt;br /&gt;Said,&lt;br /&gt;“Before Abraham was, I&amp;nbsp; AM.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1897541071445534686?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1897541071445534686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1897541071445534686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1897541071445534686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1897541071445534686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/timeout-blogger.html' title='-- Timeout Blogger! --'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7044662344363909204</id><published>2011-05-17T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:02:00.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music friday'/><title type='text'>LATE POST: Friday Music - Lecrae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*This is from Friday, but blogger 'lost' my posts until now!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rehab" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51zUGuw%2BxAL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rehab/dp/B00451Q2KC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1305218974&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Rehab - $5 on Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to hate rap. There was no point to it. Then, I found Lecrae - a Christian rapper who &lt;a href="http://harlemworld.wordpress.com/2011/01/19/indie-christian-rapper-lecrae-outsells-def-jam-artists/"&gt;occasionally outsells&lt;/a&gt; secular artists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecrae's newest album, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rehab/dp/B00451Q2KC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1305218974&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Rehab&lt;/a&gt;, is one of his best. Like his previous one, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rebel/dp/B001HRPQGI/ref=pd_sim_dmusic_a_2"&gt;Rebel,&lt;/a&gt; Lecrae uses every lyric to pack in&amp;nbsp;theological truths and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good tracks are "Killa" - about the destruction from lust; "Just Like You" - a look into identity; and the Star-Wars-quoting-fun "40 Deep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecrae delivers another great album and continues to swim against rap's dark culture, creatig songs that edify and point people to&amp;nbsp;Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics from "Just Like You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was created by God but I ain't wanna be like Him, I wanna be Him. The Jack Sparrow of my Carribean...&lt;br /&gt;Then in steps Jesus. All men were created to lead, but we needed somebody to lead us. More than a teacher, but somebody to buy us back from the darkness, you can say He redeemed us.&lt;br /&gt;Taught us that real leaders follow God, finish the work cause we on our job...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7044662344363909204?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7044662344363909204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7044662344363909204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7044662344363909204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7044662344363909204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/late-post-friday-music-lecrae.html' title='LATE POST: Friday Music - Lecrae'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-2022154428705548482</id><published>2011-05-17T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:01:00.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindless monday'/><title type='text'>LATE POST: Mindless Monday Fun:Animal Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*This was from yesterday, but blogger ate all of posts. Still funny though.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are animal voiceovers so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nGeKSiCQkPw" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole series of these from BBC, which are surprisingly addicting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-ssXJtzFOjA" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-2022154428705548482?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/2022154428705548482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=2022154428705548482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2022154428705548482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2022154428705548482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/late-post-mindless-monday-funanimal.html' title='LATE POST: Mindless Monday Fun:Animal Edition'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nGeKSiCQkPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7896854538901961719</id><published>2011-05-17T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:53:35.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piper'/><title type='text'>Piper's Principles II: Is God Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/christian-hedonism-sounds-dirty-right.html"&gt;Last week&lt;/a&gt;, I began to look at some major points in John Piper's book &lt;i&gt;Desiring God.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We looked at his book's foundation principle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The chief end of man is to glorify God by enjoying Him forever. (p. 18)&lt;/blockquote&gt;This week, I want to address this question: If we are going to find joy and happiness in God, how do we know that God is happy? We've failed to find happiness in pleasures here, how do we know He won't fail us too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | &lt;b&gt;Sovereignty&lt;/b&gt; | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies in God's absolute sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But the foundation of the happiness of God is the sovereignty of God: "Our God is in the heavens; he does all that he pleases." (Psalm 115:3). If God were not sovereign, if the world He made were out of control, frustrating His design again and again, God would &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;be happy. (p. 33)&lt;/blockquote&gt;The verse he mentions, and many others, teach the idea that God is in absolute control of every atom, event, and power in the universe. I love Piper's next point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the end, one must finally come to see that if there is a God in heaven, &lt;b&gt;there is no such thing as mere coincidence, &lt;/b&gt;not even in the smallest affairs of life: "The lot is cast into the lap, but its every decision is from the Lord" (Proverbs 16:33). Not one sparrow "will fall to the ground without your Father's will" (Matthew 10:29). (p 37)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Knowing this, we can never think that we are in the wrong place, or are not where we should be. Every "chance" encounter stops being "chance" and starts being "divinely appointed." He knows where we are, and has us there for a reason! His sovereignty leaves no room for coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | &lt;b&gt;The Unanswered Question&lt;/b&gt; | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lingering question therefore is this: If God is sovereign, why do bad things happen? Why is there evil? Why can't he just stop all evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would argue that God is not happy. They would point to the evil acts of men, natural disasters, and the fact that Satan is somehow "winning" here on earth. How could God be happy with the state of things? How could he be happy when bad things happen to his creation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two answers for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Piper would point you to the death of Jesus Christ. A man was falsely accused, beaten, ridiculed, and murdered - &lt;i&gt;yet this was God's will!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Moreover, out of all the evilness, betrayal and darkness, God used these evil things to bring forth a way of grace to mankind. The gospel is a constant reminder that God sees evil and is saying "I know, I know... but just wait until you see what I am doing!" If we see anything in the Bible, it is the continuing theme of goodness coming from evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People lift their hand to rebel against the Most High only to find that their rebellion is unwitting service in the wonderful designs of God. (p 35)&lt;/blockquote&gt;The second answer comes is not from Piper, but&amp;nbsp;from Lecrae, a Christian rapper. He takes a different approach on the problem of evil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Look man, some people say that God ain't real because they don't see how a good God could exist with all this evil in the world. If God is real, then He should stop all this evil, cause He's all powerful right? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is evil though? It's anything that's against God. It's anything morally bad or wrong. It's murder, rape, stealing, lying, cheating. But if we want God to stop evil, do we want Him to stop it all, or just a little bit of it? &lt;strong&gt;If He stops us from doing evil things, what about lying? Or what about all evil thoughts? I mean where do you stop? The murder level, the lying level, or the thinking level? If we want Him to stop evil, we gotta be consistent, we can't just pick and choose. That means you and I would be eliminated right? Because we think evil stuff.&lt;/strong&gt; If that's true, we should be eliminated. But thanks be to God that Jesus stepped in to save us from our sin. Christ died for all evilness. Repent, and turn to Jesus.&amp;nbsp;- lyrics from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIQR9OuJ388"&gt;"Truth"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, yes. We can all agree that evil things happen. But if we want God to just destroy all evildoers - we would all be destroyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is sovereign, and He does as He pleases. He is utterly happy (wouldn't you be happy if your will could never be stopped?). And so, Piper argues, we have a sure foundation and source of happiness in this incredible Being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7896854538901961719?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7896854538901961719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7896854538901961719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7896854538901961719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7896854538901961719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/pipers-principles-ii-is-god-happy.html' title='Piper&apos;s Principles II: Is God Happy?'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4920582948817515774</id><published>2011-05-11T09:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:58:36.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast: Jesus Plus Nothing Equals Everything</title><content type='html'>This Sunday, we had a guest pastor give this sermon at the Village Church. It's a fantastic message on the centrality of the gospel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://northway.thevillagechurch.net/resource_files/audio/201105071915FMWC21ASAAA_TullianTchividjian_StandAlone-JesusPlusNothingEqualsEverything.mp3"&gt;Tulian Tchividian - Jesus Plus Nothing Equals Everything&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[If this link doesn't work, just go to the &lt;a href="http://northway.thevillagechurch.net/sermons"&gt;main site,&lt;/a&gt; and find the one from May 7, 2011]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4920582948817515774?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4920582948817515774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4920582948817515774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4920582948817515774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4920582948817515774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/podcast-jesus-plus-nothing-equals.html' title='Podcast: Jesus Plus Nothing Equals Everything'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-6158322501656766912</id><published>2011-05-10T09:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:46:59.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Events'/><title type='text'>Tuesday News Roundup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/TRAVEL/05/07/muslims.kicked.off.plane/index.html?hpt=T2"&gt;Two Muslim Imams Kicked Off Flight&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Last Friday, after going through security and a secondary screening, a pilot in&amp;nbsp;Tennessee&amp;nbsp;refused to take off unless two high-ranking Muslims were removed from the plane. They were headed&amp;nbsp;to North Carolina, ironically, to attend a conference on "prejudice against Muslims, or Islamaphobia." This is disgraceful and cannot happen in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-13320785"&gt;SlutWalk Marches&lt;/a&gt; - A police officer in Toronto sparked 'SlutWalk' marches in Toronto and Boston with one bad comment. The walks are a protest against blaming sexual assault victims for the crimes against them. What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You know, I think we're beating around the bush here. I've been told I'm not supposed to say this - however, women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be&amp;nbsp;victimized". &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Constable Michael Sanguinetti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-13320326"&gt;Syria's Decline&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Tanks v. protesters. No, not in Libya, but in a grim situation developing in Syria. Things are looking worse as one Syrian rights group claims 800 civilians have died in fighting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-6158322501656766912?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/6158322501656766912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=6158322501656766912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6158322501656766912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6158322501656766912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/tuesday-news-roundup.html' title='Tuesday News Roundup'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4001991906113753840</id><published>2011-05-09T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:00:09.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindless monday'/><title type='text'>Mindless Monday Fun: A Visit from the Sexy Sax Man</title><content type='html'>Give this one a chance. Yeah, it's weird for the first 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the hilarity ensues 12 seconds in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GaoLU6zKaws" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, try not to sing this song all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4001991906113753840?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4001991906113753840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4001991906113753840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4001991906113753840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4001991906113753840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/mindless-monday-fun-visit-from-sexy-sax.html' title='Mindless Monday Fun: A Visit from the Sexy Sax Man'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GaoLU6zKaws/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5543513256120892665</id><published>2011-05-06T17:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T17:00:03.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>A Primer on How to Drive in Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v2463/149/28/121201870/n121201870_31002804_7779721.jpg?dl=1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, he's from Dallas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest changes&amp;nbsp;I've undergone in Texas was learning to drive in cities like Dallas. My first few days of hour-long commuting, I hated every driver in Dallas. After a week or so, things got&amp;nbsp;easier. And it was then that I realized, I had become... &lt;em&gt;one of them&lt;/em&gt;! So, here's a few pointers on how to drive in Dallas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signaling:&lt;/strong&gt; Blinkers are&amp;nbsp;a sign of weakness. If you use them, you will be cut off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tail-Gating:&lt;/strong&gt; Is the traffic in front of you going too slow? Try this - get as close as you can to the car in front of you. Then, stay there. Congratulations.&amp;nbsp;The car is now&amp;nbsp;speeding up or getting out of your way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cell Phones:&lt;/strong&gt; Driving on the highway is the BEST time to call that friend you've missed! Or, why not just text them? After all, it's easier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On-Ramps:&lt;/strong&gt; When entering an on-ramp, press the accelerator to the floor. Studies have shown that entering a Dallas highway is&amp;nbsp;about as hard as a jet launching from a carrier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bikes:&lt;/strong&gt; It is a myth that bikers have the right of way on roads. Teach them a lesson by driving by them at a high speed. Same goes for pedestrians.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brakes:&lt;/strong&gt; You may have heard that 'easing' onto the brakes is the best way. But that is false. When traffic is slowing down, slam that brake pedal! The people behind you will just have to deal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trucks:&lt;/strong&gt; Remember when you see the over sized, lift-kit fitted,&amp;nbsp;dinosaur-sized truck&amp;nbsp;- the driver is simply overcompensating. Take pity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speed Limit:&lt;/strong&gt; Look at the speed limit sign. Follow this guide: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right Lane Speed = Limit - 10, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Center Lane Speed = Limit +10, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left Lane Speed is incalculable as it approaches infinity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOV Lane:&lt;/strong&gt; What is that very left lane for? HOV who? I'm not sure what you've heard, but this is actually an extra lane for when traffic is stuck! Just hop in there anytime you feel like it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honking:&lt;/strong&gt; It has been proven that Dallas drivers do not&amp;nbsp;have the ability to hear&amp;nbsp;car horns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highways:&lt;/strong&gt; Someone dies every day on 635 and I-35. Do not be that person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop Signs:&lt;/strong&gt; You can go first by staring down the other drivers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School Zones:&lt;/strong&gt; The speed limit says 20 - but Dallas law requires you to go 10 mph OR 40 mph. Nowhere in-between.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accidents:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you just see an accident? Don't stop! Just slow down a lot so that others can look too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendliness:&lt;/strong&gt; When you wave someone to go in front of you, you've just marked yourself as&amp;nbsp;a push-over to all the other drivers. They're going to go in as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traffic Jams:&lt;/strong&gt; Scientists are mystified by an anomaly in traffic jams: Time actually comes to a stop! They are currently trying to use this to slow down nuclear half-lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car Maintenance:&lt;/strong&gt; Why pay that auto store lots of cash, when duct tape will suffice?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gas Prices:&lt;/strong&gt; Search google for "syphoning tips".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motorcycles: &lt;/strong&gt;If you are riding a motorcycle in Dallas, you need to see a psychologist about your suicidal tendencies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pace:&lt;/strong&gt; The best way to drive is to keep varying your speed. Speed up, slow down. This will keep the other drivers from predicting your path. And that means "winning".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parking&lt;/b&gt;: 'Compacts only' is really a suggestion. Triple-park that beast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5543513256120892665?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5543513256120892665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5543513256120892665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5543513256120892665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5543513256120892665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/primer-on-how-to-drive-in-dallas.html' title='A Primer on How to Drive in Dallas'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5688430031909156809</id><published>2011-05-06T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:00:07.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music friday'/><title type='text'>Friday Music - Wye Oak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Z9mKItJVL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Z9mKItJVL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wye Oak is indie - very, very indie. Unlike the past few bands, they are not a worship band by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their debut album, &lt;i&gt;Civilian&lt;/i&gt; just came out last month and it is fantastic! The band is made up of only two people - Andy Stack playing drums, keyboard and bass(!) while Jenn Wasner plays guitar and sings in a smoky voice - but they are still able to create a rich, unique sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/14345-wye-oak/"&gt;Pitchfork&lt;/a&gt; has described them as an&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;earnest folk-influenced indie rock with touches of noise and dream pop." If this doesn't make sense, just listen to the song below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are going to be big, mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out "Fish" by Wye Oak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/84-xQlCIDUY" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Civilian/dp/B004LW8Y60/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1304636169&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Civilian&lt;/i&gt; - Wye Oak on Amazon - $5.00&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5688430031909156809?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5688430031909156809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5688430031909156809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5688430031909156809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5688430031909156809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-music-wye-oak.html' title='Friday Music - Wye Oak'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/84-xQlCIDUY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7247930011796231059</id><published>2011-05-04T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:00:01.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desiring god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piper'/><title type='text'>"Christian Hedonism" - Sounds Dirty, Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4152/149/28/121201870/n121201870_31065167_2186968.jpg?dl=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4152/149/28/121201870/n121201870_31065167_2186968.jpg?dl=1" width="133px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we have fun and not sin?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Hedonism - this just sounds wrong. I mean, just look at this definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he·don·ism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. (Philosophy) &lt;i&gt;Ethics&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a.&amp;nbsp; the doctrine that moral value can be defined in terms of pleasure&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;b.&amp;nbsp; the doctrine that the pursuit of pleasure is the highest good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2. the pursuit of pleasure as a matter of principle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3. indulgence in sensual pleasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, if asked, John Piper would call himself a Christian Hedonist. And, after reading half of &lt;em&gt;Desiring God&lt;/em&gt;, I think I would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds selfish, base, and utterly un-Christian. How could Piper base his book on this principle? Can a&amp;nbsp;true Christian be a hedonist? Does he make it better by adding the word "Christian" in front of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's&amp;nbsp;try to understand how&amp;nbsp;seeking our&amp;nbsp;pleasure relates to following God. Do you think it can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | Be Happy - The Bible Commands It? | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Christians tend to see pursuing pleasure as a bad thing. "If it makes me happy, then it must be sin." So, we draw lines, and play&amp;nbsp;things safe. But what if this hedonistic desire is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper&amp;nbsp;argues that God&amp;nbsp;wants us to be happy&amp;nbsp;- the Bible is laced with&amp;nbsp;hedonistic commands (p 25): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to "love mercy," not just do it (Micah 6:8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to do "acts of mercy, with cheerfulness" (Romans 12:8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to "joyfully" suffer loss in the service of prisoners (Hebrews 10:34)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be a cheerful giver (2 Cor. 9:7)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to make our joy the joy of others (2 Cor. 2:3)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to tend the flock of God willingly and "eagerly" (1 Peter 5:2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to keep watch over souls "with joy" (Hebrews 13:17)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And, Piper's favorite: "Delight yourself in the Lord" (Ps. 37:4). He even says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Not to enjoy God is to dishonor Him. To say to Him that something else satisfies you more is the opposite of worship. It is sacrilege. (p. 22)&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, if I am not joyful when worshiping, am I wrong? Piper would say yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this all sounds too harsh, Piper reaches a clear, concise definition pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- |&amp;nbsp;Piper's&amp;nbsp;Thesis&amp;nbsp;| -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper's main argument, and point is this: we are pleasure-seeking creatures, but will find our purest, most satisfying, never-ending happiness IN God. He quotes a great passage from CS Lewis: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If there lurks in most modern minds the notion that to desire our own good and earnestly to hope for the enjoyment of it is a bad thing, I submit that this notion has crept in from Kant and the Stoics and is no part of the Christian faith. Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinte joy is offered us, like an ingorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased. (p. 20)&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, Piper finally rests on a clear definition of Christian Hedonism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; The longing to be happy is a universal human experience, and it is good, not sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; We should never try to deny or resist our longing to be happy, as though it were a bad impulse. Instead, we should seek to intensify this longing and nourish it with whatever will provide the deepest and most enduring satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; The deepest and most enduring happiness is found only in God. Not from God, but in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; The happiness we find in God reaches its consummation when it is shared with others in the manifold ways of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; To the extent that we try to abandon the pursuit of our own pleasure, we fail to honor God and love people. Or, to put it positively: The pursuit of pleasure is a necessary part of all worship and virtue. That is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The chief end of man is to glorify God &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;enjoying Him forver. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(p28)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Would you agree with him? In glorifying God, are we not the happiest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is disagreement, Piper starts with this and&amp;nbsp;unpacks it over 300 pages. Give him a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Next week - we'll look at the question "Is God Happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7247930011796231059?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7247930011796231059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7247930011796231059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7247930011796231059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7247930011796231059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/christian-hedonism-sounds-dirty-right.html' title='&quot;Christian Hedonism&quot; - Sounds Dirty, Right?'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4681338766099315382</id><published>2011-05-03T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T16:40:48.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeLesson'/><title type='text'>"Take Heart!" - A Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How easily I forget the answer to all of my troubles. Today, I was reminded of a simple, but powerful promise by Jesus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble.&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;But take heart! I have overcome the world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;” - John 16:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He promises peace &lt;i&gt;in Himself&lt;/i&gt;! Not a peace to come, or a peace from our 'good behavior'. No, we can "take heart" in the fact that our peace is already secure - He &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;overcome! It's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;Hillsong tune fleshes this out in a great way, meeting each of our&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;problems&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;trait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="1" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xMxKrwqp_4Y" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[Chorus at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMxKrwqp_4Y&amp;amp;t=3m50s"&gt;3:50&lt;/a&gt;]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and all our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;God our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has overcome&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and all our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has overcome&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and all our&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Healer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has overcome&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;burdens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and all our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Freedom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has overcome&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has overcome&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God our &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is with us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has overcome&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(lyrics from: &lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/h/hillsong-united-lyrics/take-heart-lyrics.html"&gt;http://www.elyrics.net/read/h/hillsong-united-lyrics/take-heart-lyrics.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4681338766099315382?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4681338766099315382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4681338766099315382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4681338766099315382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4681338766099315382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-heart-reminder.html' title='&quot;Take Heart!&quot; - A Reminder'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xMxKrwqp_4Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-2025563845310860151</id><published>2011-05-02T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:35:18.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindless monday'/><title type='text'>Mindless Monday Fun: My Name is John Daker...</title><content type='html'>A little late, but this video is hilarious any time of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"My Name is John Daker"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zi8beYR1iBQ" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang this song in church on Easter, and this video is all I could think about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-2025563845310860151?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/2025563845310860151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=2025563845310860151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2025563845310860151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2025563845310860151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/05/mindless-monday-fun-my-name-is-john.html' title='Mindless Monday Fun: My Name is John Daker...'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zi8beYR1iBQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3725502741281132086</id><published>2011-04-29T08:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T08:00:06.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music friday'/><title type='text'>Friday Music - Gungor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61Xrre15MsL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beautiful Things" border="0" height="200px" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61Xrre15MsL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beautiful-Things/dp/B00370FD3E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1303501285&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Gungor - Beautiful Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$5.00 from Amazon.com during April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Just as the band is about far more than one person, this album is about a God so great and grand that our response should be deep, creative, and passionate. In&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Things&lt;/em&gt;, Gungor has achieved just that." - gungormusic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Probably my favorite CD ever. &amp;nbsp;Intimately deep, fantastic musically, Beautiful Things achieves the goal of instilling a yearning for God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3725502741281132086?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3725502741281132086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3725502741281132086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3725502741281132086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3725502741281132086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-music-gungor.html' title='Friday Music - Gungor'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1117740571641994329</id><published>2011-04-28T09:00:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:59:14.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desiring god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piper'/><title type='text'>Intro - Piper's Principles (Working Title!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.servantsplace.org/images/piper-desiring-god.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://www.servantsplace.org/images/piper-desiring-god.jpg" width="225px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Desiring-God-Meditations-Christian-Hedonist/dp/1590521196"&gt;Desiring God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has been turning my world upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've been reading through it during April with &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/read-through-desiring-god-with-john-piper"&gt;Piper's church&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Along the way, he has been posting discussion interviews about the book.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, I have missed all of those!&amp;nbsp; But, I'm hoping they're stored away &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/read-through-desiring-god-with-john-piper"&gt;somewhere around the internets.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am going to be sharing some sweet little nuggets from his book.&amp;nbsp; Some may be small, some may be way too deep to even try to explain on a blog, but I'm still going for it.&amp;nbsp; I'm planning to write a post for each chapter starting next week.&amp;nbsp; Let's say, on Thursdays.&amp;nbsp; We'll call the posts&amp;nbsp;Piper's Principles.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe, "Desiring God"&amp;nbsp;Goodies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'll work on the title.&amp;nbsp; But May 5th will be the start.&amp;nbsp; It's an amazing book, and I'm excited to share some thoughts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As a teaser, here's a big idea I've been wrestling with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you want God, or do you want His gifts?&amp;nbsp; Did you receive Jesus Christ from guilt and shame, or is He your Treasure?&amp;nbsp; Do you believe that there is unending delight and joy in serving God and loving others?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Could it be that today the most straightforward biblical command for conversion is not, "Believe in the Lord," but, "Delight yourself in the Lord?" - Piper&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1117740571641994329?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1117740571641994329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1117740571641994329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1117740571641994329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1117740571641994329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/intro-pipers-principles-working-title.html' title='Intro - Piper&apos;s Principles (Working Title!)'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1552294397194975464</id><published>2011-04-27T17:00:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:00:04.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Support of Artists, not Thieves</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XH7VivKyFSg/Tbg-JMh99DI/AAAAAAAAL70/_sL8d5xzAGs/s1600/34723_540214544773_121201870_31653503_7967275_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XH7VivKyFSg/Tbg-JMh99DI/AAAAAAAAL70/_sL8d5xzAGs/s320/34723_540214544773_121201870_31653503_7967275_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Efterklang is mad at Piraters.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What is stealing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I walk into a store.&amp;nbsp; There is that new Mumford and Sons CD sitting on the shelf.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe for you, it's Lady Gaga's new album.&amp;nbsp; Whatever.&amp;nbsp; I glance around, no one is looking.&amp;nbsp; No cameras.&amp;nbsp; So, I take that CD and put it in my jacket pocket.&amp;nbsp; Then, I walk out of the store... &lt;/blockquote&gt;We would all agree that this&amp;nbsp;is stealing, right?&amp;nbsp; What about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I get on my computer.&amp;nbsp; I open up Limewire.&amp;nbsp; I download Mumford and Sons' new CD.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is strange to think that this does not seem like stealing to me or my peers.&amp;nbsp; But, the common thread here is that&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;took a good without paying for it -&amp;nbsp;that is,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;common theivery&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Bryce,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;didn't put the CD on Limewire.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Someone else&lt;/em&gt; did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You're just copying some digital files!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;copying stolen items from a thief.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By pirating music,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;you support thieves, not artists.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----- |&amp;nbsp;Who&amp;nbsp;Buys Music?&amp;nbsp;| -----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During college, I had a music-freak friend.&amp;nbsp; He was always talking about bands I had never (and still haven't) heard of.&amp;nbsp; He was starting to write music, and loved playing his favorite bands' songs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he told me something shocking - &lt;em&gt;he had purchased all of his 20 GB+ library of music.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&amp;nbsp; Who does that anymore?&amp;nbsp; We have torrents and limewires and so many other ways to obtain a digital file.&amp;nbsp; We don't even think twice anymore about downloading music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he challenged me to do just that.&amp;nbsp; Instead of using the 'stealing argument', he was passionate about the converse idea: he wanted to support his artists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By buying music,&amp;nbsp;you are&amp;nbsp;supporting good artists. (They are good to me, or else I wouldn't buy them!)&amp;nbsp; Can you really say you are Lady Gaga's / Mumford and Sons /&amp;nbsp;U2's biggest fan &lt;em&gt;if you've never actually bought any of their music?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Don't artists we enjoy &lt;em&gt;deserve&lt;/em&gt; our money?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Shouldn't we&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to support them so they can do things like buy food, pay their bills, and make more good&amp;nbsp;music?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----- | A Challenge | -----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Stop pirating music.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; If you steal music, you do not support that artist or any message they promote.&amp;nbsp; No one who loves music will pirate music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Delete all music you do not own.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, this one's gonna hurt.&amp;nbsp; But only in the beginning.&amp;nbsp; Then, you will have to become music-savvy.&amp;nbsp; Read reviews, listen to clips, etc, before buying (supporting) an artist.&amp;nbsp; Soon, you'll have a small collection&amp;nbsp;of music that you actually like and&amp;nbsp;listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Buy music.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have around 15 GB of music.&amp;nbsp; I bought all of it.&amp;nbsp; Is that tough to do?&amp;nbsp; Yes!&amp;nbsp; I have a section of budget for music.&amp;nbsp; I rigorously review bands before I&amp;nbsp;buy their music.&amp;nbsp; It's tough, and it costs me something.&amp;nbsp; But, it's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxHF38qCldE/Tbg_LLbGKAI/AAAAAAAAL74/Ce8pcGhwo7M/s1600/60584_540214310243_121201870_31653485_1819143_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxHF38qCldE/Tbg_LLbGKAI/AAAAAAAAL74/Ce8pcGhwo7M/s320/60584_540214310243_121201870_31653485_1819143_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Efterklang is happy that you buy music.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Support your favorite artists.&amp;nbsp; Buy their music.&amp;nbsp; Help them continue to make more good music and continue to spread their message.&amp;nbsp; Pirating is putting &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;artists out of business, and instead supports thieves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1552294397194975464?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1552294397194975464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1552294397194975464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1552294397194975464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1552294397194975464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-support-of-artists-not-thieves.html' title='In Support of Artists, not Thieves'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XH7VivKyFSg/Tbg-JMh99DI/AAAAAAAAL70/_sL8d5xzAGs/s72-c/34723_540214544773_121201870_31653503_7967275_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5896235583694116075</id><published>2011-04-25T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:04:51.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mindless monday'/><title type='text'>Mindless Monday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Two things to make Monday fly by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Opposite of Peanuts? -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a _blank?="" href="http://3eanuts.com/"&gt;3eanuts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;This is a fantastic idea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Charles Schulz's Peanuts comics often conceal the existential despair of their world with a closing joke at the characters' expense. With the last panel omitted, despair pervades all."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Two of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ektopia.co.uk/ektopia/images/3eanuts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ektopia.co.uk/ektopia/images/3eanuts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HLBjKYeaMkc/TZX3DX8tQxI/AAAAAAAAEiE/e_OfBwAVllA/s1600/3eanuts+Cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"To all the non-believers!!" - Bart Scott Post-Game Interview&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You don't really need much background here. &amp;nbsp;Bart Scott is an infamously emotional interviewer. &amp;nbsp;This takes place just after the underdog Jets beat the Patriots. &amp;nbsp;There's some good quotes here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QJshw2Axsqc" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Monday, now I am ready to take you on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5896235583694116075?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5896235583694116075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5896235583694116075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5896235583694116075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5896235583694116075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/mindless-monday-fun.html' title='Mindless Monday Fun'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HLBjKYeaMkc/TZX3DX8tQxI/AAAAAAAAEiE/e_OfBwAVllA/s72-c/3eanuts+Cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3380806458317428631</id><published>2011-04-22T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:57:45.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music friday'/><title type='text'>Friday Music - Hillsong United "Aftermath"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51lCfTr-kmL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aftermath [+Digital Booklet]" border="0" height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51lCfTr-kmL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Aftermath-Digital-Booklet/dp/B004ID5FZU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1303498486&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Aftermath&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- $8.99 on Amazon.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I've always loved Hillsong. &amp;nbsp;Who doesn't? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Still, in their older albums, I was constantly skipping songs. &amp;nbsp;But in this new one, every track is phenomenal. &amp;nbsp;You will hear the gospel thirteen times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite track:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xDeUngho1ck" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3380806458317428631?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3380806458317428631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3380806458317428631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3380806458317428631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3380806458317428631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-music-hillsong-united-aftermath.html' title='Friday Music - Hillsong United &quot;Aftermath&quot;'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xDeUngho1ck/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-452474925561530163</id><published>2011-04-22T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:44:45.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality type'/><title type='text'>The INTJ Mind &amp; My Achilles' Heel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found this site which describes meyers-briggs personality types very well -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://typelogic.com/intj.html"&gt;http://typelogic.com/intj.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an INTJ, I am very... misunderstood. However, I think this paragraph describes me very well. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;INTJs are idea people. Anything is possible; everything is negotiable. Whatever the outer circumstances, INTJs are ever perceiving inner pattern-forms and using real-world materials to operationalize them. Others may see what&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and wonder why; INTJs see what&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;might be&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and say "Why not?!" Paradoxes, antinomies, and other contradictory phenomena aptly express these intuitors' amusement at those whom they feel may be taking a particular view of reality too seriously. INTJs enjoy developing unique solutions to complex problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As good as this is, there is a downside to being an INTJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel.&lt;/b&gt; While they are capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and are willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that make them so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead them in interpersonal situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;sense&lt;/b&gt;. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', paralleling that of many Fs -- only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, the INTJ will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to "work at" a relationship. Although as Ts they do not always have the kind of natural empathy that many Fs do, the Intuitive function can often act as a good substitute by synthesizing the probable meanings behind such things as tone of voice, turn of phrase, and facial expression. This ability can then be honed and directed by consistent, repeated efforts to understand and support those they care about, and those relationships which ultimately do become established with an INTJ tend to be characterized by their robustness, stability, and good communications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this explains a lot! &amp;nbsp;I encourage you to check out your personality type, it will help you in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-452474925561530163?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/452474925561530163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=452474925561530163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/452474925561530163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/452474925561530163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/intj-mind-my-achilles-heel.html' title='The INTJ Mind &amp; My Achilles&apos; Heel'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-8503693412236973151</id><published>2011-04-22T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:00:05.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>Jesus Switched Our Cups</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Last year, in Israel, I was able to experience one of the most moving sermons I've ever heard.&amp;nbsp; I think about it every time I take communion, when I hear the gospel, when I think of the Garden of Gethsemane.&amp;nbsp; The following is my recap of the talk by Ross Strader, of Bethel Bible Church in Tyler, TX.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- |&amp;nbsp;Jesus' Anguish&amp;nbsp;| -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This talk was given on our Israel trip in the traditional Garden of Gethsemane:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/gPEVvF5mgK" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/TAha-EgCdLI/AAAAAAAAFoY/Dk-NVkondIM/s320/IMG_8267.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/TAhau-1ZyEI/AAAAAAAAFoY/mZc-xNXIgD0/s320/IMG_8262.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Matthew 26 account is the darkest, most horrific part of the Bible." Ross&lt;/blockquote&gt;Before the day of his crucifixion, Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane.&amp;nbsp; Look at His state here -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And being in &lt;strong&gt;anguish&lt;/strong&gt;, he prayed more earnestly, and his &lt;strong&gt;sweat was like drops of blood&lt;/strong&gt; falling to the ground. Luke 22:44&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then he said to them, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“My soul is &lt;strong&gt;overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death&lt;/strong&gt;. Stay here and keep watch with me.”&amp;nbsp; Matthew 26:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“My Father, if it is possible, &lt;strong&gt;may this cup be taken from me&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet not as I will, but as you will.”&lt;/span&gt; Matthew 26:39&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why was Jesus in so much anguish?&amp;nbsp; Was it because He feared the path before Him?&amp;nbsp; Or was it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | The Cup | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What is this 'cup' that Jesus refers to?&amp;nbsp; We may think that it was his impending crucifixion.&amp;nbsp; I believe it is referring instead to another cup numerously referenced in the&amp;nbsp;Bible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Job 21: 20 - Let their own eyes see their destruction; let them drink the &lt;strong&gt;cup of the wrath&lt;/strong&gt; of the Almighty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jeremiah 25:15 - This is what the LORD, the God of Israel, said to me: “Take from my hand this &lt;strong&gt;cup filled with the wine of my wrath&lt;/strong&gt; and make all the nations to whom I send you drink it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Revelation 14:10 - they, too, will drink &lt;strong&gt;the wine of God’s fury&lt;/strong&gt;, which has been poured full strength into the &lt;strong&gt;cup of his wrath&lt;/strong&gt;. They will be tormented with burning sulfur in the presence of the holy angels and of the Lamb.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Habakkuk 2:16 -&amp;nbsp;You will be filled with &lt;b&gt;shame&lt;/b&gt; instead of glory. &amp;nbsp;Now it is your turn! Drink and let your nakedness be exposed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"&gt;! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The &lt;b&gt;cup&lt;/b&gt; from the LORD’s right hand is coming around to you,&amp;nbsp;and &lt;b&gt;disgrace&lt;/b&gt; will cover your glory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Psalm 58:7 - In the hand of the LORD is a &lt;strong&gt;cup full of foaming wine mixed with spices;&lt;/strong&gt; he pours it out, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to its very dregs.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So you tell me, what cup was Jesus asking God to take away?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jesus was about to drink the cup that we deserve, that I deserve - the cup of God's wrath.&amp;nbsp; He was about to take on, in His body, the wickedness of the world.&amp;nbsp; He did not just experience our sins, the Bible says he BECAME them.&amp;nbsp; He who knew no sin,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;became&lt;/strong&gt; sin (2 Cor. 5:21).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He bore our sins, &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; His body, on the cross (1 Peter 2:24). &amp;nbsp;He was about to experience the cup of God's wrath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;From these verses, we can begin to imagine what exactly that cup was.&amp;nbsp; The cup of wrath is described in Revelation for those doomed to hell (Rev. 14:10).&amp;nbsp; Imagine the infinite wrath of God for every murder, rape, broken heart, war, death, disease, injury, lie, genocide, suicide bombing, or rebellion.&amp;nbsp; This is the cup that Jesus drank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;----- |&amp;nbsp;Jesus Switched our Cups&amp;nbsp;| -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;At this time in the talk, we took communion.&amp;nbsp; We contemplated&amp;nbsp;how deeply painful&amp;nbsp;this cup of wrath must have been.&amp;nbsp; Enough for Jesus to &lt;em&gt;sweat blood&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And then, just before we drank from the cup, Ross finished the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The cup we drink from today is a cup of grace.&amp;nbsp; The grape juice we drink each week is a reminder.&amp;nbsp; We were supposed to drink from the cup of wrath.&amp;nbsp; We deserve it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Jesus switched our cups&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He drank the cup of God's wrath, punishment unimaginable, and gave us His cup of grace.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Isaiah 53:6 - We all, like sheep, have gone astray,&amp;nbsp;each of us has turned to our own way; and the LORD has &lt;strong&gt;laid on Him&amp;nbsp;the iniquity of us all&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;By accepting&amp;nbsp;Jesus as Lord, we are seen as holy and righteous before God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Romans 4:24 - ...but also for us, &lt;strong&gt;to whom God will credit righteousness&lt;/strong&gt;—for us who believe in him who raised Jesus our Lord from the dead. He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;During Good Friday, remember what Jesus did for you.&amp;nbsp; Remember the&amp;nbsp;pain, the anguish, the&amp;nbsp;loneliness&amp;nbsp;not just from the cross, but also from the wrath for&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;sinful actions today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And Sunday, let us be joyful of the cup we now have!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320px" src="http://geekandpoke.typepad.com/geekandpoke/images/2008/05/02/slogansmay2.jpg" width="228px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A couple of days ago, I began to wonder what a Social Media Paleo Diet would look like.&amp;nbsp; Check it out &lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/paleo-diet-for-social-media_19.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping those goals in mind, I think my time on social media should be really, really limited. &amp;nbsp;There shouldn't be enough time to just "browse around". &amp;nbsp;It should be more like a bathroom trip - get in, get out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm thinking:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter - can check once per day - 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook - can check twice per week - 15 mins each.&lt;br /&gt;Google Reader - can&amp;nbsp;check once per day - 10 mins&lt;br /&gt;Blogger - can use any time as I want (writing new blogs)&lt;br /&gt;News Sites -&amp;nbsp;can check twice&amp;nbsp;per day for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been thinking about limiting time for video games and things like Netflix.&amp;nbsp; I could see these consuming all of my time if I'm not online...&amp;nbsp; As for now, these are still being thought over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the month goes on, I'm hoping to shorten these even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do these seem too long or short?&amp;nbsp; Are there other sites you visit?&amp;nbsp; Make up your own times!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we're not cavemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | Preparation | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare, I'm going to do a few things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Lists.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm going to make lists on facebook and twitter for the people I actually care about.&amp;nbsp; That way, I don't have to surf through everything and can still see how my friends are doing.&amp;nbsp; I may even make a few for quotes, celebrities, leaders, etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Removing all comfortability&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When I open up my internet browser, boom, facebook is just a click away through a link.&amp;nbsp; Same thing on my phone - tweetdeck is in the center of my phone.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm going to hide these away.&amp;nbsp; Goodbye links and goodbye easy access to apps.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Pray.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; This experience will be tough.&amp;nbsp; My only prayer during this time is this: "Lord, be my treasure.&amp;nbsp; Let me see how I am simply trying to fill a gap by doing all this social media junk.&amp;nbsp; Let me&amp;nbsp;find&amp;nbsp;all my satisfaction only in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anybody else interested?&amp;nbsp; May is just around the corner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4836076223016733227?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4836076223016733227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4836076223016733227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4836076223016733227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4836076223016733227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/paleo-diet-for-social-media-specifics.html' title='Paleo Diet for Social Media Specifics!'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-8528379069551268667</id><published>2011-04-19T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:17:41.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the paleo diet for social media'/><title type='text'>The Paleo Diet for Social Media.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;During April, I was challenged to try the Paleo diet. &amp;nbsp;Basically, the diet only allows you to eat what a caveman could eat - fresh fruit, meat, vegetables, nuts, eggs. &amp;nbsp;No bread, sweets or even milk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And I failed miserably.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Okay, it wasn't a total loss. &amp;nbsp;The bigger goal in doing the diet was to watch what I was eating, and not just eat the same junk I've been eating since I was a sugar-hungry kid. &amp;nbsp;So, I did learn about some healthy foods by branching out, as well as how to resist the call of sugar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;While I was doing this, I began to wonder, "What if I applied these same principles elsewhere?" &amp;nbsp;I mean, those 'paleo' men seemed to live pretty well without Dr. Pepper or bread. &amp;nbsp;What else could I do without? &amp;nbsp;Where else am I losing discipline?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;One of the biggest areas for me is the internet. &amp;nbsp;I can get into this (sick) cycle of checking Facebook, reading there for a while, then hopping to Twitter to read all of the updates, then heading to Google Reader, catching up on some blogs, use Google Explore, check CNN, FOX News... then back to Facebook. &amp;nbsp;What?! &amp;nbsp;Where did that hour just go? &amp;nbsp;Just like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxtrot.com/comics/2011-04-10-09945c81.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="04/10/2011" border="0" height="296" src="http://www.foxtrot.com/comics/2011-04-10-09945c81.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Somehow this social media / connecting thing has become an idol in my life. &amp;nbsp;Even if I'm just surfing "Christian" blogs and John Piper's twitter feed, I can still waste time trying to feel 'connected'. &amp;nbsp;It's consuming, it's an idol. &amp;nbsp;There is a void of lonliness which social media tries to fill, but it is always lacking. &amp;nbsp;So I keep coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So, I thought, "What if there was a Social Media Paleo Diet?" &amp;nbsp;What would it look like?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't think all social media should be cut out, but it definitely needs it's boundaries. &amp;nbsp;Strict ones. &amp;nbsp;The goal isn't to become absent online.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The goals would be to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Limit time in social media to get to important things.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;There are good, beneficial uses for social media. &amp;nbsp;But, I rarely get to them b/c I stop and watch another "Friday" remix or a laughing baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Get more involved with real relationships. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;A big goal would be to build more real community. &amp;nbsp;Write a letter. &amp;nbsp;Volunteer. &amp;nbsp;Grab some coffee with a friend. &amp;nbsp;Start a regularly-meeting group. &amp;nbsp;At the very least - stop checking twitter while ten of us are sitting together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;3.&lt;b&gt; Remove Social Media's power over me.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; The final goal would be to begin to realize just how hooked I am to status updates, links, and tweets. &amp;nbsp;I believe it has more power over me than I think. &amp;nbsp;It's a very deceptive idol, this desire to be 'connected.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sound interesting? &amp;nbsp;I'm going to think more on what it would specifically look like. &amp;nbsp;But, I'm shooting for starting this in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We do not do discipline because we are strong, but because we are incredibly weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-8528379069551268667?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/8528379069551268667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=8528379069551268667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/8528379069551268667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/8528379069551268667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/04/paleo-diet-for-social-media_19.html' title='The Paleo Diet for Social Media.'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4463882576333175360</id><published>2011-03-30T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T17:00:05.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April: The Paleo Diet (Or, Say Goodbye to the Captain)</title><content type='html'>The second month-long challenge for April is the Paleo Diet.&amp;nbsp; Inspired by &lt;a href="http://fieldtreasure.blogspot.com/2011/03/paleo-diet-deeets.html"&gt;Andrew Bacon's Challenge&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to try to only eat what is on the Paleo Diet (basically what a caveman could eat), for the month of April.&amp;nbsp; On the diet, you can only eat: Lean meats, Fresh fruits, Vegetables, Eggs, &amp;amp; Nuts.&amp;nbsp; No processed foods, no dairy, no cereal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now, I have heard a lot of things from both sides about this diet.&amp;nbsp; Some say that the lack of carbs is just plain stupid, while others (especially some friends who are now in the military) have right up there next to the gospel.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here's my take:&amp;nbsp; I have been doing a 'practice run' this week.&amp;nbsp; I've mostly been eating fruit for breakfast and lunch and meat and vegetables for din-din.&amp;nbsp; I haven't really been swayed either way until yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I've been slowly getting over the holidays (yeah, the ones in December), and finally have been running regularly for like two weeks.&amp;nbsp; I've been trying some longer runs (2.5 miles, if that counts as 'long').&amp;nbsp; Anyways, the point is this:&amp;nbsp;I had been running the 2.5 mile loop in about 23-24 minutes.&amp;nbsp; That's like a 10 min mile.&amp;nbsp; But, yesterday, I finished it in 19:50!&amp;nbsp; I cut off four minutes of time since last thursday?!&amp;nbsp; How did I go from a 10 minute mile to under 9 mins?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Maybe I've just been getting used to running, but I am leaning towards the fact I've been eating healthier.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But we'll see how April goes.&amp;nbsp; Now I just have to kill my addiction to the Captain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kmerrittblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/capn-crunchs-crunch-berries-cereal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://kmerrittblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/capn-crunchs-crunch-berries-cereal.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing a few of the rules though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Milk in protein shakes is allowed.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Like Andrew, I'm not trying to lose weight, but gain some muscle.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Yogurt is allowed.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hopefully the Greek kind, with way more protein and less sugar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Coffee after Easter.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I've given it up for lent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4. Finally, 'fresh' fruits and veggies are expensive - I'm allowing &lt;strong&gt;canned/frozen ones&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Just gotta check that salt/sugar content.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Peanut Butter.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I know cavemen didn't have any... but that's their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance I'm going to break some rules, but it's still gonna be an interesting month!&amp;nbsp; Probably have some updates later.&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/1018785699746924302-4463882576333175360?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4463882576333175360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4463882576333175360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4463882576333175360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4463882576333175360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/03/april-paleo-diet-or-say-goodbye-to.html' title='April: The Paleo Diet (Or, Say Goodbye to the Captain)'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-351384379947841800</id><published>2011-03-30T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:48:09.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april'/><title type='text'>April: Read Through Desiring God with me and Piper</title><content type='html'>That's right!&amp;nbsp; You can read &lt;em&gt;Desiring God &lt;/em&gt;AND hear discussions with the brilliant author himself - John Piper!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During April, Bethlehem College and Seminary is sponsoring the event.&amp;nbsp; Every Thursday in April, there will be a live webcast (and archived version if you miss it) at &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/read-through-desiring-god-with-john-piper"&gt;John Piper's blog&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited - I've actually never read the book, but I have started it a few times.&amp;nbsp; Now, I have a little extra motivation.&amp;nbsp; I'll be trying to post updates about some topics, but I think there'll be way too much to discuss... we'll see.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, join in, even if you've already read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schedule is as follows: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule&lt;br /&gt;12pm EST – Live&lt;br /&gt;12pm CST&amp;nbsp;–&amp;nbsp;Rebroadcast&lt;br /&gt;12pm MST&amp;nbsp;–&amp;nbsp;Rebroadcast&lt;br /&gt;12pm PST – Rebroadcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;March 31&lt;/h4&gt;Chapter 1 – “The Happiness of God: The Foundation for Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 – “Conversion: The Creation of a Christian Hedonist”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;April 7&lt;/h4&gt;Chapter 3 – “Worship: The Feast of Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 – “Love: The Labor of Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;April 14&lt;/h4&gt;Break (The Gospel Coalition 2011 National Conference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;April 21&lt;/h4&gt;Chapter 5 – “Scripture: Kindling for Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6 – “Prayer: The Power of Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;April 28&lt;/h4&gt;Chapter 7 – “Money: The Currency of Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8 – “Marriage: A Matrix for Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;May 5&lt;/h4&gt;Chapter 9 – “Missions: The Battle Cry of Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10 – “Suffering: The Sacrifice of Christian Hedonism”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;// &lt;![CDATA[var host = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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&amp;nbsp;Should I keep going on with medicine?! &amp;nbsp;Well, you're in luck, because that will be answered now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, let's look at what just happened. &amp;nbsp;It started with some doubts I had for a long time which finally surfaced - "Do I really want to be doing this?", "Is medicine my passion?", "Have I just been going along this whole time?" &amp;nbsp;Then, things got bad. &amp;nbsp;I was going crazy trying to roll up my sleeves and figure this out alone. &amp;nbsp;When that didn't work, I talked with my community, and finally, God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In this struggle, the real problem was unearthed: &lt;i&gt;I was finding too much of my identity in what I did. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;When I didn't know what I would be doing career-wise, I crumbled away. &amp;nbsp;Too much of my satisfaction was found in what I was doing. &amp;nbsp;My whole self was relying on this pillar, and that pillar was &lt;i&gt;crushed&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Who do I believe did this crushing? &amp;nbsp;Well, I believe that God did. &amp;nbsp;Why would a good God do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'll show you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-----| | |-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Note: You should know that everything in this series happened in a span of five days. &amp;nbsp;Two days after things finally settled our story picks up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I had a phone meeting with a certain medical school to discuss last year's application. &amp;nbsp;(The meeting was set before these doubts showed up.) &amp;nbsp;I called the school and was put on hold. &amp;nbsp;Then, I realized I was actually going to be talking with the Dean of Admissions! &amp;nbsp;No pressure, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But then something amazing happened. &amp;nbsp;As I talked with him through my application, we started to click. &amp;nbsp;Once he found out that I was re-applying as a Texas resident, he encouraged me! &amp;nbsp;Moreover, he told me that we should keep in touch and that he would be willing to look over my application before I sent it off! &amp;nbsp;The icing on the cake was this - he told me to let him know when I sent it off, and that he would go and look for it! &amp;nbsp;How as this happening?! This was the &lt;i&gt;Dean of Admissions! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now, I didn't go into this conversation trying to butter anybody up or even 'get my name out there.' &amp;nbsp;Still, something amazing had happened. &amp;nbsp;If it wasn't me, how did this happen? &amp;nbsp;Maybe the dean was just a nice guy, but I believe God had all of this planned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He had just crushed my dependency for satisfaction in myself and my career, and now, 48 hours later, He was blessing me beyond belief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(FYI to answer all those wondering - &amp;nbsp;I'm going to continue with medicine because I think God is clearing that way for me. &amp;nbsp;But, unlike before, it's on the table as an option, not a "known". &amp;nbsp;If I feel lead somewhere else, I'm ready to drop it. &amp;nbsp;But, like I said, right now it seems as if God has blessed me here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-----| | |-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And so, that's the big, final lesson I learned from all of this. &amp;nbsp;God wants to crush those areas we cling to, and then bless us. &amp;nbsp;He brought me through this time of struggle because He loves me as a son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“My son, do not make light of the Lord’s discipline,&amp;nbsp;and do not lose heart when he rebukes you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;because the Lord disciplines the one he loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and he chastens everyone he accepts as his son.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as his children. &amp;nbsp;For what children are not disciplined by their father? -- Hebrews 12:5-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He found an area of my life where I was shutting Him out, so He pushed me a little, and I fell apart. &amp;nbsp;Then, once I realized my absolute need and dependency on Him in this area, He brought a little of &amp;nbsp;His kingdom here on earth - a blessing. &amp;nbsp;Jesus told us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" -- Matthew 7:9-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now, I'm not promising you anything. &amp;nbsp;God isn't going to bless us all with corvettes and mansions. &amp;nbsp;He only works according to His will (which, &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;include corvettes and mansions I guess).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If there are areas of your life where you are pushing God out - &lt;b&gt;beware!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;He will find them, and He will crush them. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not because He isn't good, but because He loves us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We read that one day, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bow. . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tongue&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;acknowledge God." &amp;nbsp;So, by choosing to follow His ways now, we're just getting a head start on the inevitable. &amp;nbsp;We can choose to acknowledge Him and His ways now, and be a part of His kingdom &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;; or we could wait it out, and miss out on all the goodness God desires to bring to his people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Find those places where we are relying on ourselves and destroy them! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So this is the choice we're left with: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Be crushed now or later. Become an adopted son and see God's kingdom realized here, or continue to be a 'god', building pillars that can't support the weight. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your choice - for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;CRaSH is a short series of lessons learned from a time of deep struggle in my life.&amp;nbsp; View all posts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/search/label/CRaSH" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-339771492518585454?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/339771492518585454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=339771492518585454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/339771492518585454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/339771492518585454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/03/crash-part-vi-blessing.html' title='CRASH (Part VI): A Blessing'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3784011410_5ccb025cf3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7144813041006309734</id><published>2011-03-22T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:00:02.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeLesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRaSH'/><title type='text'>CRASH (Part V): An Answer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v194/149/28/121201870/n121201870_30653694_6263.jpg?dl=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v194/149/28/121201870/n121201870_30653694_6263.jpg?dl=1" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What am I living for?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;This has been a question I've wrestled with for months here in Dallas.&amp;nbsp; With a 9-5 job, I suddenly&amp;nbsp;had all of this time on my hands. &amp;nbsp;I could come home, relax, and . . . do what? &amp;nbsp;The achiever in me thought of grand goals such as reading every book I own, or getting a second job. &amp;nbsp;The gamer in me just wanted to sit inside and play Xbox. &amp;nbsp;I had worked and fought for free time in college, and now, I had way more than I could ever dream of. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Then, all of this stuff came up about my career path. &amp;nbsp;I had tried to solve things myself - that didn't go well.&amp;nbsp; Then, I talked it through with some of my community; and I was beginning to get a few answers. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;My friend and I had decided that&amp;nbsp;this experience may be less about what my future career would exactly be.&amp;nbsp; It was more about this: I was holding on too tightly to this path. &amp;nbsp;There have been so many times when I knew I would've followed God anywhere He told me to go; but in the back of my mind I thought,"...but I'm still going to medical school, right?" &amp;nbsp;God &lt;i&gt;owed&lt;/i&gt; me this, right? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Of course not! &amp;nbsp;And so, I gained some good wisdom from that talk - I was most definitely clutching this dream too tightly - so, my mindset went from a fist, to an open palm, as if to say "Do with me as You will."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;But this was not the root of the problem. &amp;nbsp;The root was deeper. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;You see, in all of this, I was avoiding the one relationship which could actually help - God. &amp;nbsp;Oh sure, I prayed a lot during this time, but I wanted an immediate answer. &amp;nbsp;Instead, I was lead into this time of suffering and struggling without an answer to my prayers. &amp;nbsp;But, I think He wanted it that way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;The real answer came after I had tried everything else. &amp;nbsp;I was contemplating all these events, and praying with the Lord again. &amp;nbsp;And finally, something was brought to my mind - the real problem. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;The real problem went all the way back to my identity. &amp;nbsp;Imagine, if you will, that my entire identity was a 'house.' &amp;nbsp;In it, my strengths and weaknesses, purpose and direction, likes and dislikes, etc. &amp;nbsp;At the bottom, was the foundation, holding everything else up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Sounds good, right? &amp;nbsp;What God showed me was another column, underneath that whole 'house', struggling to support the entire thing. &amp;nbsp;In that column was where I found my true satisfaction, purpose, direction - and that was in my career and the things that I can &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That column propped up&amp;nbsp;everything.&amp;nbsp; And that's what all of this was about - that pillar was crumbling, and so the entire house was falling! &amp;nbsp;Without knowing exactly what I would be &lt;em&gt;doing, &lt;/em&gt;(I mean, I just had a little doubt about how passionate I am!) the entire thing fell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;And so, the answer was this: My satisfaction, my joy and purpose will never be satisfied by a career. &amp;nbsp;I will never be satisfied by how much I can &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;i&gt;get done.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; is not meant to support the rest of me - it can't! &amp;nbsp;And, it didn't - it fell apart when things got tough. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;So, I want to touch on the importance of identity. &amp;nbsp;Specifically, what our foundation is. &amp;nbsp;If everything else were to fall apart, what would we have left? &amp;nbsp;Our money? &amp;nbsp;A spouse? &amp;nbsp;A son or daughter? &amp;nbsp;Creativity?&amp;nbsp; Something we've done? &amp;nbsp;Our body? &amp;nbsp;What would we try to find our hope in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Well, here's a newsflash - &lt;em&gt;whatever we put there is going to eventually fail&lt;/em&gt;! &amp;nbsp;We will lose money, get old, lose a loved one, become disabled. . . &amp;nbsp;Anything and everything we fall back on will fail.&amp;nbsp; (Just ask Brett Favre).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Apparently, my faith has been in my &lt;i&gt;performance&lt;/i&gt; for a long time, and I had built up a nice pillar for my career. &amp;nbsp;And then, with a little stress, it just crumbled away this week. &amp;nbsp;A very weak foundation, indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I submit that we must put our full trust and faith in something else. &amp;nbsp;That is, someone else: Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;The bible&amp;nbsp;says that He loved us, even in our rebellion; He came to bring us to the Truth, despite all the world's lies; and He died and rose again, allowing us to come into a relationship with a true Foundation. &amp;nbsp;It is only in Him, the eternal lover of mankind, who calls us to Him, where I can put my true faith and trust. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Because everything else will fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. &lt;span class="woj"&gt;And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, &lt;strong&gt;but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;a foolish man who built his house on the sand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it." -&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mathew 7:24-28&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;(Don't fret, there is one&amp;nbsp;last lesson coming in this series!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;CRaSH is a short series of lessons learned from a time of deep struggle in my life.&amp;nbsp; View all posts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/search/label/CRaSH" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7144813041006309734?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7144813041006309734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7144813041006309734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7144813041006309734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7144813041006309734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/03/crash-part-v-answer.html' title='CRASH (Part V): An Answer!'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-6890883517745395107</id><published>2011-03-17T08:00:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:00:17.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeLesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRaSH'/><title type='text'>C.R.a.S.H. (Part IV): Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is true, of course, that what is an unspeakable gift of God for the lonely individual is easily disregarded and trodden under foot by those who have the gift every day.&amp;nbsp; It is easily forgotten that the fellowship of Christian brethren is a gift of grace, a gift of the Kingdom of God that any day may be taken from us, that the time that still separates us from utter loneliness may be brief indeed... &lt;em&gt;It is grace, nothing but grace, that we are allowed to live in community with Christian brethren."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Dietrich Bonhoeffer (Life Together)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you remember, I was&amp;nbsp;in a desperate place.&amp;nbsp; I had realized how many hidden doubts and fears I was keeping.&amp;nbsp; When these came to the surface, there were just too many.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't handle it, I couldn't begin to process them all.&amp;nbsp; Like I said before, things were really going downhill. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to talk with someone besides myself.&amp;nbsp; I had literally thought and worried myself into a corner.&amp;nbsp; There was nothing else I could do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next place I turned to was my community.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; community is&amp;nbsp;very healthy.&amp;nbsp; I stress good because not all&amp;nbsp;friends and fellowship&amp;nbsp;are good.&amp;nbsp; A good community should:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow members to freely express doubts, fears and challenges.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confess with each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Point each other back to biblical truths and eradicate lies the members believe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serve each other &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Challenge each other to live out what they believe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commit themselves to each other's growth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have dance parties together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For Christians, we need to find other Christians.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because other Christians understand that we are both mere rebels before a&amp;nbsp;holy God.&amp;nbsp; In fact, advice given from a non-Biblical perspective &lt;em&gt;may hurt us more&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonhoeffer explains this very well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The most experienced psychologist or observer of human nature knows infinitely less of the human heart than the simplest Christian who lives beneath the Cross of Jesus. The greatest psychological insight, ability, and experience cannot grasp this one thing: what sin is. Worldly wisdom knows what distress and weakness and failure are, but it does not know the godlessness of man. And so it also does not know that man is destroyed only by his sin and can be healed only by forgiveness. Only the Christian knows this. In the presence of a psychiatrist I can only be a sick man; in the presence of a Christian brother I can dare to be a sinner. &lt;strong&gt;The psychiatrist must first search my heart and yet he never plumbs its ultimate depth.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Christian brother knows when I come to him: here is a sinner like myself, a godless man who wants to confess and yearns for God’s forgiveness.&lt;/strong&gt; The psychiatrist views me as if there were no God. The brother views me as I am before the judging and merciful God in the Cross of Jesus Christ." - Dietrich Bonhoeffer (Life Together)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Community is under-appreciated.&amp;nbsp; But, it&amp;nbsp;really is a blessing when worked out properly.&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Together-Classic-Exploration-Community/dp/0060608528/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300295459&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Life Together&lt;/a&gt; by Dietrich Bonhoeffer.&amp;nbsp; The man has some practical ways to live out deep, thoelogical truths.&amp;nbsp; Very good stuff for any community.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8uu0PRUj0cI/TYEGLggfGDI/AAAAAAAAL68/TpjJ023s5gc/s1600/community.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8uu0PRUj0cI/TYEGLggfGDI/AAAAAAAAL68/TpjJ023s5gc/s320/community.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A year ago, in the Forge, I had the 'dream-team' community.&amp;nbsp; There were&amp;nbsp;twenty-four of us, dedicated to each other, teaching, challenging, inspiring, and&amp;nbsp;rebuking one another.&amp;nbsp; Twenty-three other solid rocks for&amp;nbsp;when one of us was not so solid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today, my community is much smaller, but still effective.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after&amp;nbsp;two days of struggling with all of this alone, I finally sent out a few emails and made a few phone calls.&amp;nbsp; I met up with a really close friend.&amp;nbsp; I spilled out all of these crazy thoughts and doubts and fears I had been steeped in.&amp;nbsp; And, honestly, being vulnerable never felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the amazing thing.&amp;nbsp; My friend didn't need to give me an answer from some deep theological proof.&amp;nbsp; In fact, half of the healing was in his listening.&amp;nbsp; As I sorted everything out in my mind to explain things, just talking about them made many things clearer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we did talk, it&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;simple truths and promises in the Bible.&amp;nbsp; Nothing deep.&amp;nbsp; I had heard&amp;nbsp;what he told me before, but now I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; heard them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The words really were a Rock I was clinging to.&amp;nbsp; Like Psalm 40 says: "He set my feet on a rock&amp;nbsp;and gave me a firm place to stand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our conversation, I talked with others in my close community.&amp;nbsp; And slowly, more answers came.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wherever you are, find a community.&amp;nbsp; Not only will you need it one day, but you can bless those who are currently struggling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;A&amp;nbsp;community is one of&amp;nbsp;the best investments you could make.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Find one, or start making one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. -- Hebrews 10:24-25&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-6890883517745395107?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/6890883517745395107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=6890883517745395107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6890883517745395107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6890883517745395107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/03/crash-part-iv-community.html' title='C.R.a.S.H. (Part IV): Community'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8uu0PRUj0cI/TYEGLggfGDI/AAAAAAAAL68/TpjJ023s5gc/s72-c/community.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7562139999676783320</id><published>2011-03-15T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:05:00.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeLesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRaSH'/><title type='text'>My C.R.a.S.H. (Part III): Downhill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuing the story . . .&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After the traumatic&amp;nbsp;car ride home, I was scrambling for some solid ground.&amp;nbsp; I was in a storm of doubts, fears and insecurities.&amp;nbsp;. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2503/3838262331_f614351500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2503/3838262331_f614351500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They raced through my mind - "If medicine isn't my passion, then what is?&amp;nbsp; Have I been going the wrong way all along?&amp;nbsp; If not medicine, then what?&amp;nbsp; I need to know!&amp;nbsp; What should I do?&amp;nbsp; Where should I go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was also another factor: my pride.&amp;nbsp; I had come all this way, tried so hard - could I just walk away?&amp;nbsp; What would people think?&amp;nbsp; I had invested a lot here, and didn't know if I could let &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; turn back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these,&amp;nbsp;what we rely on comes to the surface.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Where do we go? Where&amp;nbsp;do we turn?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, the first place that I went was: myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours after 'the realization,'&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;already had&amp;nbsp;a plan.&amp;nbsp; It was so simple - if I wasn't&amp;nbsp;passionate about medicine, then all I had to do was find something that lined up with the passions I knew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer? Computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I decided I was going into computer&amp;nbsp;programming - you know, learning code and stuff.&amp;nbsp; I based this on my passions - I knew I enjoyed solving problems and&amp;nbsp;creating systems.&amp;nbsp;Plus,&amp;nbsp;a less strenuous job would allow me to be more involved in a church, community, etc.&amp;nbsp; That was it - all my fears were solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded so good.&amp;nbsp; That night, I even talked it through with my parents.&amp;nbsp; I remember saying things like, "I think I just ended up in the wrong field.&amp;nbsp; The passions that led me towards medicine overlap with the ones in programming."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work the next morning,&amp;nbsp;decided on my new path.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But as the day went on,&amp;nbsp;I went back and forth between continuing to medicine and switching to Comp Sci.&amp;nbsp; My head was a swamp of thoughts and it had been working overtime since&amp;nbsp;my passions came into question.&amp;nbsp; I was still stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a major problem in my thinking.&amp;nbsp; And I couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was spinning from a torrent of hidden doubts and fears.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;simply latched onto a plan because at least it was &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; direction.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was not thinking clearly at all.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't trust myself;&amp;nbsp;I was distressed, and&amp;nbsp;irrational.&amp;nbsp; So how could I help myself?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tough answer was: &lt;em&gt;I couldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things came crashing down, the first thing&amp;nbsp;I tried to do was fix it all myself.&amp;nbsp; My lesson here was that not every problem can be conquered alone.&amp;nbsp; And a lot of&amp;nbsp;problems shouldn't be.&amp;nbsp; It's easy to see now, but I easily forget this in the midst of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hadn't fixed anything alone.&amp;nbsp; In fact,&amp;nbsp;things were looking worse!&amp;nbsp; All of those fears just kept circling.&amp;nbsp; I was flip-flopping between two career paths.&amp;nbsp; And now I couldn't even trust my own mind!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;spiralling&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;downhill. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I could not save myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, I turned to something else.&amp;nbsp; Something I learned to treasure during the Forge. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's for the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;CRaSH is a short series of lessons learned from a time of deep struggle in my life.&amp;nbsp; View all posts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/search/label/CRaSH"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7562139999676783320?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7562139999676783320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7562139999676783320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7562139999676783320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7562139999676783320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-crash-part-iii-downhill.html' title='My C.R.a.S.H. (Part III): Downhill'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2503/3838262331_f614351500_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1822137479799359145</id><published>2011-03-11T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:00:02.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeLesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRaSH'/><title type='text'>My C.R.a.S.H. (Part II): A Hidden Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is meaning in every journey that is unknown to the traveler." &lt;br /&gt;— Dietrich Bonhoeffer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always amazed how quickly our lives can go from peaceful to painful. &amp;nbsp;A lot can change in an instant. This is how this 'crash' began:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Things were spectacular. &amp;nbsp;It was a bright, Sunday afternoon and I was riding home to Dallas. &amp;nbsp;That weekend, I had met with the majority of my Forge class to celebrate and send off two of us going into the Army. &amp;nbsp;I got to see many faces and catch up with these uber-close friends. &amp;nbsp;That Sunday morning, we had a hearty breakfast together, and just enjoyed each other's company fully. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;So, as I rode home, I was still surfing on the weekend's high. &amp;nbsp;And then, out of my empty, blissful little mind comes the thought: &lt;b&gt;"I am not passionate about medicine." &lt;/b&gt;What?! Where did that come from?! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;To describe exactly what happened in my mind just then is what I imagine a ship's "Full Stop" would be. &amp;nbsp;(You've seen Titanic, right?) &amp;nbsp;"Stop the engines!" , "shut 'er down!" &amp;nbsp;That's what happened to my brain. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;But, the most devastating part was that I knew it was true. &amp;nbsp;"I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; passionate about medicine," I thought. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;----- | | | -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Now, looking back, I know where this thought came from. &amp;nbsp;You see, it wasn't the first time it had been through my mind. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't even the second, third, or tenth... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;This was a doubt I had for years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It had battered me as soon as I began to pursue a career in medicine. &amp;nbsp;And it wasn't the only one. &amp;nbsp;But, each time a doubt came up, I simply hid it. &amp;nbsp;I banished it from my thoughts. &amp;nbsp;Then, I hid it from people I talked with, and even over-sold my confidence in going into medicine -"Out of sight, out of mind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;And so, this is the first thing I learned from this ordeal: &lt;b&gt;Hiding fears, doubts or insecurities from yourself or others is simply stupid.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;These problems and insecurities never go away&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I pushed this fear down for 3 years! &amp;nbsp;Yet, after all this time, nothing had changed since college. &amp;nbsp;I had never worked my way through it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;If kept hidden, no one can help you.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;u&gt;After sharing something that was hidden, it loses it's power.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For me, I realized I had to talk to people about this. &amp;nbsp;And, once I did, I was able to look at things more clearly, and deal with the doubt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, don't hide doubts, fears or sins. &amp;nbsp;Share them! &amp;nbsp;That's when some real progress can be made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRaSH is a short series of lessons learned from a time of deep struggle in my life.&amp;nbsp; View all posts &lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/search/label/CRaSH"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1822137479799359145?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1822137479799359145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1822137479799359145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1822137479799359145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1822137479799359145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-crash-part-ii-hidden-problem.html' title='My C.R.a.S.H. (Part II): A Hidden Problem'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3120846845283543763</id><published>2011-03-09T17:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:00:12.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LifeLesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRaSH'/><title type='text'>My C.R.a.S.H. (Part I): The Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-thF-YrHxSvc/TXe0j8v7unI/AAAAAAAAL6g/QZNWKkL9j_M/s1600/29057_534998847073_121201870_31480175_3304211_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-thF-YrHxSvc/TXe0j8v7unI/AAAAAAAAL6g/QZNWKkL9j_M/s320/29057_534998847073_121201870_31480175_3304211_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are certain periods of life that we remember well.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it's an amazing concert, a&amp;nbsp;sunny vacation,&amp;nbsp;or a perfect "Kodak moment" sunset.&amp;nbsp; Or, perhaps it's a tough time in life.&amp;nbsp; Times when we feel disconnected,&amp;nbsp;alone, or frustrated.&amp;nbsp; Either way, they stick with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I&amp;nbsp;lived in both of these extremes.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure I could write a book on all the life lessons I learned.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I'm going to write out the story and lessons here, for all to see (because who has time to write a book?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be calling this short series CRaSH, or &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;areer &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eassessment &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;nd &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ome &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ardships.&amp;nbsp; (Doesn't CRaSH sound better?)&amp;nbsp; The focal point of everything that happened was in my future career.&amp;nbsp; When I was honest with myself, I could not answer this question: "&lt;strong&gt;Am I really passionate about medicine?&lt;/strong&gt;"&amp;nbsp; But, I'm getting ahead of myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through&amp;nbsp;this time of doubt, frustration, and searching, I believe that the Lord purposefully&amp;nbsp;was teaching me something (a lot of things!)&amp;nbsp; Through writing this story, I want to share what I've learned about: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where we get our satisfaction in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The importance of Community&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How abundantly God wants to bless all areas of our life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The issue of 'hiding' our problems from others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And more...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm really excited to share this story with everyone.&amp;nbsp; I think this is not only beneficial for readers, but also for me to solidify exactly what happened last week.&amp;nbsp; I'm posting these as soon as they're written, and I hope to have the first part up this week!&amp;nbsp; So stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3120846845283543763?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3120846845283543763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3120846845283543763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3120846845283543763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3120846845283543763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-crash-part-i-preview.html' title='My C.R.a.S.H. (Part I): The Preview'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-thF-YrHxSvc/TXe0j8v7unI/AAAAAAAAL6g/QZNWKkL9j_M/s72-c/29057_534998847073_121201870_31480175_3304211_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5807486791461661814</id><published>2011-03-03T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:06:55.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Super Bowl Sunday Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A &lt;s&gt;Chance&lt;/s&gt; Designed Encounter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like football. &amp;nbsp;I really do. &amp;nbsp;Until the day I die, I will probably be a Kansas City Chiefs fan, not matter how many Sundays are spent yelling at the television. &amp;nbsp;Football is just simply great entertainment.&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I remember watching the big game with some friends from The Village Church. &amp;nbsp;We had a good time eating together, making fun of the halftime show, and rooting for the Green Bay Packers. &amp;nbsp;And we laughed at the commercials, each second costing millions of dollars, and soon forgot them. &amp;nbsp;It was a good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A week after the game, I met someone who had a very different&amp;nbsp;experience of that night. &amp;nbsp;It was Valentine's Day, oddly enough, the first day I began volunteering in the ER of a major Dallas hospital. &amp;nbsp;There was a man there, probably homeless. &amp;nbsp;I never caught his name. &amp;nbsp;I had to pass by him multiple times as I worked. &amp;nbsp;Each time I passed by, I was careful not to bump his feet in the narrow hallway. &amp;nbsp;They looked to be burned - mostly black with a few specks of pink. &amp;nbsp;I didn't think much of it as I worked (there is some CRAZY stuff there). But later I overheard his conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"So, it looks like you have some frostbite here. &amp;nbsp;How long have you had this?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"A week or so. &amp;nbsp;Since the day of the Super Bowl." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Why didn't you have shoes on?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Don't have none."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that was all I caught, but it was enough. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----| &amp;nbsp;| &amp;nbsp;|-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;So, What's the Right Action?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd love to analyze the irony of the hundreds of millions of dollars spent on the Super Bowl while a guy like this froze in the street. &amp;nbsp;But it doesn't do him justice. &amp;nbsp;The tough reality is that with all our technology and financial wizardry, even in 2011, this still happens. &amp;nbsp;People freeze, even in Dallas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am aware that there are many intricacies and points of view on homelessness. &amp;nbsp;Some people choose homelessness, while others abuse the system and use all their donations for alcohol. &amp;nbsp;I have met and talked with both types of people in Houston. &amp;nbsp;But there is one thing we must get straight - read this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Is not this the [way] I choose: to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the straps of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free and to break every yoke? &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover him, and not to hide yourself from you own flesh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily; your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; you shall cry, and he will say, 'Here I am.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If you take away the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,&lt;b&gt; if you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail." {Isaiah 58:6-11}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever our views, if we want to be obedient to God's words, we must help them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;And I hope and pray we can continue to have compassion towards them, especially when others do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----| &amp;nbsp;| &amp;nbsp;|-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ppression is always oppression /&amp;nbsp;No matter the reasons or means /&amp;nbsp;For skin or for sex /&amp;nbsp;By stares or by fists it's the same /&amp;nbsp;There are blinders on everyone ~ Derek Webb, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?url=http://ilike.myspacecdn.com/play%23Derek%2BWebb:American%2BFlag%2BUmbrella:140978465:s55836065.13491611.4915653.0.2.219%252Cstd_36926ed942e04dea9d0a89d7e9ecb266&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=fXJwTYjYG8vpgAfL-fRG&amp;amp;ved=0CBcQ0gQwAA&amp;amp;q=american+flag+umbrella+derek+webb&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFmWjBlYy3gmriDpQFMKU0cIsIEnw&amp;amp;cad=rjt"&gt;American Flag Umbrella&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5807486791461661814?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5807486791461661814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5807486791461661814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5807486791461661814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5807486791461661814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-bowl-sunday-story.html' title='A Super Bowl Sunday Story'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5904123848792251218</id><published>2011-02-24T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:23:40.418-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libya'/><title type='text'>Libya: What I Know from Reading too Many CNN Articles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: GOOD CHANCE TRIPOLI (&amp;amp; GADDAFI) MAY FALL TODAY. (&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-12576427"&gt;bbc&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've already explained the situation many times this way, so just go with it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Col. Gaddafi is the leader of Libya.&amp;nbsp; Think of him as Darth Vader, ruling The Empire (Libya) very strictly.&amp;nbsp; The country's military is loyal first to him, but. . . many units are defecting to join The Rebellion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebellion began around Feb 16.&amp;nbsp; "Protests of any kind are prohibited in Libya but the latest unrest was triggered by the arrest of a lawyer who is an outspoken critic of the government." (&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-12482311"&gt;BBC.com&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; Soon, the peaceful protests were broken up with severe violence.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, the people began to take control of major cities&amp;nbsp;and increasingly called for Gaddafi to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&amp;nbsp;the Rebellion has gained control of the majority of the country, most of the east.&amp;nbsp; However, Gaddafi has begun to use his troops to severely retaliate against the rebels.&amp;nbsp; In a recent article, a bomber crashed outside a major city because the pilots bailed out.&amp;nbsp; Their orders? &lt;em&gt;Bomb the major civialian city of Benghazi &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benghazi"&gt;670,000 people&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; (read CNN &lt;a href="http://articles.cnn.com/2011-02-23/world/libya.plane.crash_1_parachuted-uninhabited-area-aircraft?_s=PM:WORLD"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on this).&amp;nbsp; Also, there was a report of Gaddafi ordering four warships to fire artillery on these same eastern cities.&amp;nbsp;Bad stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, if it wasn't clear before, Col. Gaddafi will do anything, including murdering civilians, to stay in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, from the looks of things, the 'rebels' are almost in control of Libya.&amp;nbsp; The final battle will be for Tripoli, the home of Gaddafi and the&amp;nbsp;military.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, the control of the rebels is moving from east to west, towards Tripoli.&amp;nbsp; Check out this map: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ericyoungonline.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/libya-map-control-of-key-cities-feb-24.jpg?w=664&amp;amp;h=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://ericyoungonline.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/libya-map-control-of-key-cities-feb-24.jpg?w=664&amp;amp;h=300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://ericyoungonline.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/libya-map-control-of-key-cities-feb-24.jpg?w=664&amp;amp;h=300"&gt;http://ericyoungonline.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/libya-map-control-of-key-cities-feb-24.jpg?w=664&amp;amp;h=300&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why should we care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Injustice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The people in Libya are being massacred. Many reports come in each day about the military firing on civilians and peaceful protesters using &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/bencnn/status/40935163324153856"&gt;snipers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/martinchulov/status/41145863141195776"&gt;strafing planes&lt;/a&gt;, bombers, warships.&amp;nbsp;It is the&amp;nbsp;final flailings of a ruler trying to stay in power&amp;nbsp;against his entire nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Oil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States does not get oil from Libya.&amp;nbsp; However, a majority of Europe's oil (&lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/wires/ap/business/20110222_ap_europegetsmostoflibyasoilexports.html"&gt;85%&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;does come from there. If they are not able to get oil, we will both be competing for the same supply and voila, prices go up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fixed supply, higher demand = higher prices.&amp;nbsp; That's why gas is currently $3.20 in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst-case&amp;nbsp;scenario for the US is if these same protests begin in Saudi Arabia.&amp;nbsp;That is who we pay to get our oil-addiction fix.&amp;nbsp; At this time, things seem to be going well there.&amp;nbsp; But, it is definitely worth keeping an eye on them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Protests: Good or Bad for the Middle East?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen two general&amp;nbsp;views on the spreading protests: The Optimists and Pessimists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Optimists believe that these revolutions will put strict, Islamic authoritarian leaders out of power and usher in democracies.&amp;nbsp; This would be a great thing, giving more rights, freedoms and power to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the other side believes these protests could actually make things worse.&amp;nbsp; In more unstable countries (Libya), the old leaders could be switched out for even more radical leaders.&amp;nbsp; This could lead to more wars, between countries and with Israel.&amp;nbsp; I can't find the link for this article, but I thought it was a good point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we can only hope and pray that the rest of these protests will stay peaceful and that demands will be met without violence.&amp;nbsp; Other potential conflicts are currently going on in: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-12556018"&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2011/WORLD/meast/02/23/us.iran.human.rights/#"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-12564248"&gt;Yemen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/news/africa/2011/02/201121943659150329.html#"&gt;Algeria&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.zawya.com/story.cfm/sidANA20110224T202327ZTJF14"&gt;Morrocco&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/world/la-fg-bahrain-sunnis-20110225,0,1479865.story"&gt;Bahrain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-12336960"&gt;Jordan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2011/02/25/AR2011022502781.html"&gt;Iraq&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/china/8346855/Online-activists-calling-for-Jasmine-revolution-arrested-in-China.html"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt; (!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there it is.&amp;nbsp;I'm glad my addiction to CNN &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-12307698"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt; could be of use!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5904123848792251218?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5904123848792251218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5904123848792251218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5904123848792251218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5904123848792251218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/02/libya-what-i-know-from-reading-too-many.html' title='Libya: What I Know from Reading too Many CNN Articles'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1230938553253178584</id><published>2011-02-23T17:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:00:07.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse you Shane Hipps! - Intentionality Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, don't worry - I don't hate Shane Hipps.&amp;nbsp; It's more that I don't like changing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hipps wrote this&amp;nbsp;recent &lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/culture/tech/features/23024-is-facebook-killing-our-souls#"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;disrupted my normal internet habits.&amp;nbsp; Give it a glance, as it is definitely worth the read.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have spent lots of time reconsidering what my own online presence should look like.&amp;nbsp; When I was honest with myself, I began to see immaturity in&amp;nbsp;my social media outlets.&amp;nbsp; Facebook simply became a way to show off my photos and let people know how "cool" I was.&amp;nbsp;I didn't feel like I could be honest there or it may mess up my "image."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Twitter was fun for a while, it became clear how little those hundreds of (actually) great quotes did not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; effect me.&amp;nbsp; Twitter doesn't want to slow down and focus on deep meaning; it wants new, trendy, and fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intentionality is Key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;So, for the past few months, I have tried to really be intentional in those areas about what I'm sharing, and why.&amp;nbsp; Now, that campaign is trickling down to this blog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In my reflection, I believe I have been trying to do too much with this blog.&amp;nbsp; I want to write music reviews, share about small victories, and post links to lolcats.&amp;nbsp; But, it's time to slim things down.&amp;nbsp; To give focus here, I have come up with a purpose statement for my blog.&amp;nbsp; Cheesy?&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&amp;nbsp; But, my hope is that my posts will be much more useful when focused on a few points, not everything that comes through my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, The Purpose Statement: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are three things I want to write about&amp;nbsp;on bryceTHINK:&amp;nbsp; 1. Lessons I have/am learning 2. Truths I have realized 3. Awareness of world events / injustices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first two are for teaching others and edification.&amp;nbsp; Also, the casual reader may have noticed that I&amp;nbsp;haven't focused on that last one, but it is fast becoming a passion of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Therefore,&amp;nbsp;no more funny links, crazy ideas, or music lyrics will be posted.&amp;nbsp; But,&amp;nbsp;my hope is that&amp;nbsp;this really cuts down on the clutter and inspires me to write regularly on important things that I care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I go,&amp;nbsp;I ask you to think&amp;nbsp;about this question: &lt;strong&gt;"Why do I use social media?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;In my own view, I saw much pride and narcisism even in my most "Christian" moments.&amp;nbsp; "Look at this cool quote &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; found! Check out how much fun I am having with my friends! Jealous?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing the problem is the first step, so from here on out I want to focus these technologies for &lt;strong&gt;intentional&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;positive &lt;/strong&gt;purposes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div checkedbycsshelper="true" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div checkedbycsshelper="true" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"If we learn to wake up and understand, perhaps we will be able to use&amp;nbsp;[Twitter, Facebook]&amp;nbsp;rather than be used by them." - Shane Hipps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1230938553253178584?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1230938553253178584/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-2298658638776087503</id><published>2011-01-28T23:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:45:32.862-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brycethought'/><title type='text'>bryceTHOUGHT 2: One Rule</title><content type='html'>I have one important rule: Thou shall not blog past 11 PM. &amp;nbsp;After that time, you can write, but it's well worth a glance through in the morning before you post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to ramble or go into really deep things which I don't explain very well past 11 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/08/cube-invasion11.html"&gt;http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/08/cube-invasion11.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/01/jig-is-up.html"&gt;http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/01/jig-is-up.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-on-avalanche.html"&gt;http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-on-avalanche.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/03/dismantle-repair.html"&gt;http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/03/dismantle-repair.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/02/honest-thinkings.html"&gt;http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/02/honest-thinkings.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not what this post is about. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to do my best to keep this one really simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to learn to play piano.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-2298658638776087503?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/2298658638776087503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=2298658638776087503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5mins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brycethought'/><title type='text'>bryceTHOUGHT 1: The Kindle Caper</title><content type='html'>So, I ordered a Kindle last week with a bunch of money I got from my birthday.&amp;nbsp; Last month, I was able to play around with my mom's, while I set it up for her (I am apparently the 'tech-savvy' one in the family... if they only&amp;nbsp;knew).&amp;nbsp; I thought it was&amp;nbsp;neat, but wasn't crazy for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began to see the light.&amp;nbsp; There are some really amazing things you can do with this thing.&amp;nbsp; Also, Amazon has HUNDREDS of books for&amp;nbsp;FREE on their site.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I was tired of lugging around my mammoth copy of &lt;em&gt;The Brothers Karamazov.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a thief because I spent more than an hour last night downloading&amp;nbsp;many of&amp;nbsp;their free books.&amp;nbsp; Most of them are older classics, and are surely on some old reading list.&amp;nbsp; I think I came away with 50 books.&amp;nbsp; For free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the better ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume&amp;nbsp;1,2,3,4 &lt;/em&gt;;&lt;em&gt; The Jungle&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;em&gt; Notes from the Underground&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;em&gt; The Idiot &lt;/em&gt;;&lt;em&gt; Crime and&amp;nbsp;Punishment &lt;/em&gt;;&lt;em&gt; Anna Karenina &lt;/em&gt;;&lt;em&gt; The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes &lt;/em&gt;;&lt;em&gt; Orthodoxy &lt;/em&gt;;&lt;em&gt; The New Jerusalem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-2413695165497222277?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-6995895405604672066</id><published>2011-01-26T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:38:29.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>[Cricket Chirp]</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I still own a blog. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I obviously haven't been keeping up with this lately, but I have a plan!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget the former things; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;do not dwell on the past.&lt;br /&gt;See, I am doing a new thing!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it won't be as tremendous as what Isaiah is referring to. . . but I have found a way to help me blog more.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to be writing 'BryceTHOUGHTS', since this is BryceTHINK.&amp;nbsp; Basically, I'm going to give myself a short amount of time (since this seems to be my excuse for blogging), say five or ten minutes. Then, I'll just write about random subjects until time is up.&amp;nbsp; So, I can blog and not think I'm wasting time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that by forcing myself to write more, I'll remember why I enjoy it and have somehow kept a blog these last years.&amp;nbsp; Who knows. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-6995895405604672066?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/6995895405604672066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=6995895405604672066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6995895405604672066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6995895405604672066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2011/01/cricket-chirp.html' title='[Cricket Chirp]'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3050059568845591348</id><published>2010-10-22T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:15:01.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufjan'/><title type='text'>"Pop Songs Can Heal the Soul" - Sufjan Stevens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I may have an unhealthy love for Sufjan. &amp;nbsp;With each new song, he becomes more and more of a musical genius to me. &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;For one, he is insanely talented, with the most soothing voice (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfduHs_lUOo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;see here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;) and musical ingenuity (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4tkiGvV_ek"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt;). &amp;nbsp;Two, all of his (good) songs instantly communicate a deep intimacy with the listener (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EzeW5KoPUI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;see here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;) (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azGIf74ICmw"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;). &amp;nbsp; And finally, for his unshakable view and love of God. &amp;nbsp;Let me camp here for a second. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Through his songs, he is able to communicate this being, who loves us so much, who wants the best for us, and who is already so close... A great instance is in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k20kPqcllgs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;When I listen to it, I am comforted, not by Sufjan, but by this infinitely intimate being he describes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I always knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;in your mothers arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i have called your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i have an idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;placed in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;to be a better man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ive made a crown for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;put it in your room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and when the bride groom comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;there will be noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;there will be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and a perfect man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and when you write a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i know the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i know the sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;before you write it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and when you wear your clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i wear them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i wear your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and your jacket too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i always knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;in your mothers arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i have called you son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ive made amends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;between father and son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;or if you havent one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;rest in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;sleep in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;there is a design /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;to what i did and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Man, gets me every time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyways, I saw him in concert this week, and it was... different. &amp;nbsp;Sufjan is still himself, but he has moved into a strange world of synthesizers and auto-tune. &amp;nbsp;From the stage, he said for this album, he was giving up all his comforts (basically any classical instrument + the banjo), and just getting down to pure sound. &amp;nbsp;There is one story I wanted to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He said he was going through a time of intense isolation, heartbreak, and loneliness. &amp;nbsp;During this time, he found the work of one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Robertson"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Royal Robertson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Still on stage, he explained to us Robertson's life. &amp;nbsp;Royal was a painter living in Louisiana, with a deep fracture. &amp;nbsp;"His work struck me as beautiful and divine and tragic," Stevens said. &amp;nbsp;Royal dove deep into this futuristic, spacey art world, dealing with his own heartaches and a serious mental illness: schizophrenia. &amp;nbsp;"During this time in my life, Royal's &lt;a href="http://www.cargofolkart.com/Artist%20Pages/RobertsonR.htm"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt; was a kind of guide," Sufjan claimed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(He dedicated the next song &lt;s&gt;"The Dress Looks Nice on You,"&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Heirloom"&amp;nbsp;to Robertson's widow, who was at the show.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And voila - he released 'Age of Adz', a complete detachment from his usual folksy music. &amp;nbsp;In 'Adz', Sufjan relies on drumbeats, synthesizers, and other crazy sounds in-betweeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BUT - the music is still awesome. &amp;nbsp;Sufjan is still Sufjan, and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sufjanstevens.bandcamp.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, most of which he played in Dallas, was his own psycho-therapy session, he claims. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As for the concert, the show was amazing. &amp;nbsp;Like a broadway production meeting a laser-light show, he rocked. &amp;nbsp;Throw in dueling drumsets, trombones, space-dressed backup singers. . . and you have quite a show. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Like I said before, Sufjan's music brings an instant intimacy, and his presence on stage did the same. &amp;nbsp;He laughed at a few mistakes, and expressed the pain which produced this album. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For the finale, he played the epic 25-minute long song "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6sJCkcKiSI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Impossible Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;." &amp;nbsp;He calls this his personal psycho-therapy session, and if you take the time to listen, he invites us into his most intimate doubts, pains and struggles. &amp;nbsp;The lyrics are wrought with statements like "Do you want to be afraid?", "Don't be shy in the window / come down and give your best",&amp;nbsp;"Don't be distracted","&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's a long life /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Better pinch yourself /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;put your face together /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;better get it right /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;it's a long life /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;better hit yourself /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;put your face together /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;gotta stand up straight /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;it's a long life /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;only one last chance /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;couldn't get much better /&amp;nbsp;do you wanna dance? " &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;He said, (jokingly?) in explaining the different parts of the song, "I believe pop songs can heal the soul. &amp;nbsp;At least mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's like Sufjan is reminding himself of who he is, what his weaknesses are, and how to act when he doesn't know what to do. &amp;nbsp;Uh, hello, I can definitely relate to that! &amp;nbsp;He ends the song with the refrain "Boy, we can do much more together!" &amp;nbsp;Taken one way, this could be a woman speaking... But to me, I see it as simply we can do more together than alone. &amp;nbsp;A lesson I need to remember, and one I think Sufjan portrays as well (he's quite an isolationist). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;The best part is during this song, he broke out a shiny wig, the autotune, and danced! &amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQiVI5rnm3M&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;hilarious/epic video here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;So, I'm not sure where this was headed. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;The concert was great, and Sufjan is still making great music, sharing his talents, his love, fear, and disagreements with of God, rolled up with songs about the apocalypse (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nQvLmkhAmQ"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt;), death, afterlife, love...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;He may want to get a restraining order against me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set list from&amp;nbsp;Sufjan Stevens at SMU's McFarlin Auditorium (10-20-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1. Seven Swans (from 2004's 'Seven Swans')&lt;br /&gt;2. Too Much (from 2010's 'The Age of Adz')&lt;br /&gt;3. Age of Adz (from 'The Age of Adz')&lt;br /&gt;4. Heirloom (from 2010's 'All Delighted People' EP)&lt;br /&gt;5. I Walked (from 'The Age of Adz')&lt;br /&gt;6. Futile Devices (from 'The Age of Adz')&lt;br /&gt;7. Vesuvius (from 'The Age of Adz')&lt;br /&gt;8. Now That I'm Older (from 'The Age of Adz')&lt;br /&gt;9. Get Real Get Right (from 'The Age of Adz')&lt;br /&gt;10. Enchanting Ghost ('All Delighted People' EP)&lt;br /&gt;11. Impossible Soul (from 'The Age of Adz')&lt;br /&gt;12. Chicago (from 2005's 'Illinois')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;ENCORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland ('Illinois')&lt;br /&gt;2. Casimir Pulaski Day ('Illinois')&lt;br /&gt;3. The Dress Looks Nice on You ('Seven Swans')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video from the concert (not mine):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Swans - http://www.youtube.com/user/bdkoehn#p/u/5/zY-im_2FG-Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Much - http://www.youtube.com/user/bdkoehn#p/u/4/31HKfHIPD-U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible Soul (pop part) - http://www.youtube.com/user/bdkoehn#p/u/3/wBTHwFIM2oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible Soul (end) -&amp;nbsp;http://www.youtube.com/user/bdkoehn#p/u/2/CCGlCYAF1T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago -&amp;nbsp;http://www.youtube.com/user/bdkoehn#p/u/1/-URGNH_LTZA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3050059568845591348?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3050059568845591348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3050059568845591348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3050059568845591348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3050059568845591348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/10/pop-songs-can-heal-soul-sufjan-stevens.html' title='&quot;Pop Songs Can Heal the Soul&quot; - Sufjan Stevens'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3800310489778751011</id><published>2010-10-22T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:08:20.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pursue'/><title type='text'>Pursuing III: Frightening Biases and The Glory of 'Me' in Social Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the third post in a series exploring the idea of Pursuing others and building relationships. &amp;nbsp;Check back each Thursday for more. &amp;nbsp;For the entire series, click &lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/search/label/pursue"&gt;here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frightening Biases&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Have you ever heard anyone ask, "Would Jesus have had a facebook? Would he have 'tweeted'?" ? &amp;nbsp;You won't get my answer, because I think this debate is pointless. &amp;nbsp;Having these social media outlets is not a moral issue; these technologies are simple tools, which happen to be very popular right now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I gathered these thoughts after a very challenging article by Shane Hipps. &amp;nbsp;I suggest you read it. &amp;nbsp;In fact, if you don't, you prove his premise that our generation is moving towards communication by short, simple statements and sustained illiteracy is becoming a thing of the past. &amp;nbsp;Here's his &lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/culture/tech/features/23024-is-facebook-killing-our-souls"&gt;article.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The article says some concerning things. &amp;nbsp;He explains how every technology we use has an innate bias; a pronounced side-effect. &amp;nbsp;For instance, in major cities, the technology of public transportation biases people to walk more, compared to smaller cities. &amp;nbsp;Facebook, Twitter and every other social media are simply technologies, neither good nor bad, but with key innate biases. &amp;nbsp;And the ones Shane brings up are frightening. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;First, he digs through facebook. &amp;nbsp;Essentially, facebook teaches us to be narcissists; although facebook is for 'connecting', our lengthy time spent creating our profile, which is how others see us, is leading us towards narcissism. &amp;nbsp;We end up staring at our own image in the water more often than others', just like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(mythology)#Roman_version"&gt;Narcissus. &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Many of these technologies create a condition of absence in a world desperate for our presence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And then there's Twitter. &amp;nbsp;Now, the interesting thing here is that there actually are good, profound quotes and experiences on Twitter. &amp;nbsp;BUT, the average lifespan of a tweet is less than an hour! &amp;nbsp;"Twitter has no patience for time. &amp;nbsp;Twitter bypasses these things so it can express... This does not make Twitter bad, invalid or useless. &amp;nbsp;It simply means twitter is a medium more likely to convey cliché's rather than deep aphorisms of profound insight." &amp;nbsp;We read, we are entertained and thought-provoked, then forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------| &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; | &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;So... what?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;After reading this article, I had to take a deep look into why I updated my facebook status, and why I continued to tweet my boring life. &amp;nbsp;Also, why did I spend hours reading material I've long forgotten? &amp;nbsp;What was I seeking? What are we seeking? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;For a while, I was seeking a savior. &amp;nbsp;I believed that once I found that perfect quote or that awesome article, I wouldn't need all of this input. &amp;nbsp;I'd be set. &amp;nbsp;Yet, after what, 3 years now, I can barely remember the last tweet I read. &amp;nbsp;In a snowball of information, the profound is lost in the 'cute', the 'trend', and the endless hyperlinks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;So, back to the original question. &amp;nbsp;How would Jesus have used twitter, or facebook? &amp;nbsp;Would he tweet out his sermons? &amp;nbsp;Would he poke his disciples? &amp;nbsp;I don't think he would. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It's interesting how many people Jesus, who himself came to pursue all mankind for his Father, turned so many people away, and wanted to keep things on the DL. &amp;nbsp;There was no 'You're invited, come to the sermon on the mount!!!!' facebook event and he never tweeted his location for the crowds. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I see the opposite. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Check out these verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Matthew 8:4 - "See to it that you say nothing to anyone, but go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Matthew 9:30 - And Jesus sternly warned them, "See that no one knows about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Luke 8:38 - But Jesus sent him away saying, "Return to your home, and declare how much God has done for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Luke 8:56 - And her parents were amazed, but he charged them to tell no one what had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;There's a lot more, just look around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'm not sure about you, but it's simple pride for me. &amp;nbsp;I want people to see me, to retweet me, to think "OMG, that Bryce guy, he is hilarious!" &amp;nbsp;So, I've really had to check myself lately - facebook and twitter are fertile grounds for me to become more and more prideful, more and more narcissistic, building up my image, my glory, me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;How does ANY of that line up with the gospel? &amp;nbsp;The Bible says I am dead, it is only Christ who lives. &amp;nbsp;In my pride, I build a castle of sand, just waiting to be washed away... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;When Christ lived, he was homeless a lot, had few real friends (and even they left him in the end), ate from those he taught, walked everywhere rebuking people for their sins... He was no celebrity, and probably not very well-liked. &amp;nbsp;He did not try to grab any glory for himself, "did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing...(Phil. 2)." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------| &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; | &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Well, I got a little off-topic here, but that's alright. &amp;nbsp;I hope this post challenges us to re-think why we're using social media, and how we could use it to bring glory to God, not ourselves. &amp;nbsp;I decided to add it to this series because I have learned that online-only relationships are hardly worthy of that word. &amp;nbsp;They are nice, cute, but in the end, bring each party little but entertainment. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Before you go and join a monastery we'll talk next week at why we&amp;nbsp;MUST influence. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3800310489778751011?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3800310489778751011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3800310489778751011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3800310489778751011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3800310489778751011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/10/pursuing-iii-frightening-biases-and.html' title='Pursuing III: Frightening Biases and The Glory of &apos;Me&apos; in Social Media'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1997010347359051927</id><published>2010-10-21T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:07:56.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. &amp;nbsp;Last week got a little crazy getting ready to go down to C-Stat. &amp;nbsp;This week has been surprisingly super-busy, but good. &amp;nbsp;I have a bunch of thoughts about the next pursuing post, but nothing concrete yet. &amp;nbsp;And now, this sickness I picked up in C-stat is getting the best of me. &amp;nbsp;But, I promise an update soon, and hopefully some thoughts from Sufjan Stevens' concert last night... &amp;nbsp; Stay tuned. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1997010347359051927?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1997010347359051927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1997010347359051927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1997010347359051927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1997010347359051927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/10/yeah.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4869590618750559858</id><published>2010-10-07T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:58:03.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pursue'/><title type='text'>Why Pursue? A Disturbance in Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the second post in a series exploring the idea of Pursuing others and building relationships. &amp;nbsp;Check back each Thursday for more.&amp;nbsp;For the whole series, click &lt;a href="http://brycethink.blogspot.com/search/label/pursue"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week, some visitors came to my small group. &amp;nbsp;My plan was to leave a little early, but I became entranced by their call to be missionaries in Papua New Guinea. &amp;nbsp;In a nutshell, their function would be a supporting role to the missionaries out in 'the bush'. &amp;nbsp;This may not sound like a big deal, but let me recount what I learned about Papua New Guinea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine a big island with 6 million people, and Hawaii-like jungles. &amp;nbsp;Now, take out all infrastructure, and rewind history to when people were separated into tribes; precisely 865 small bands of people, with a distinct language, living in an equatorial jungle. &amp;nbsp;That's Papua New Guinea. &amp;nbsp;There are currently 320-ish tribes living as animists, cannibals, or both, unreached. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the day, the first missionaries to go to the jungles were killed. &amp;nbsp;But, a second group was invited to live with a tribe. &amp;nbsp;They learned their language. &amp;nbsp;They shared the gospel. &amp;nbsp;A church was built. &amp;nbsp;Disciples were made. &amp;nbsp;And more missionaries went to more tribes. &amp;nbsp;Now, the husband that talked with us would provide construction of houses in each village, while the wife will work as a nurse to the missionaries. &amp;nbsp;They are committing four years of their life to simply support the missionaries living among the tribes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What possible motivation would it take for a couple to commit this amount of time and effort, losing all 21st century comforts, just to help people who are visiting villages? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------| &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; | &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't walk away that night with a call to be a missionary. &amp;nbsp;But, my perspective was severely challenged. &amp;nbsp;I realized there are some KEY issues that I may 'say' I believe, but my actions prove me wrong. &amp;nbsp;What I saw in the young couple was that they DID believe these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Without the gospel, people who die will be in Hell. Forever. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I truly believed this, wouldn't the gospel be the only thing I ever talked about? &amp;nbsp;They are going to Papua New Guinea to literally save people from Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. ... and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he himself said, "It is more blessed to give than to receive." &amp;nbsp;(Acts 20:35)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found I like to receive, and take for myself... Meanwhile they are giving a huge amount of time and effort for people they've never met living in a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. We are sojourners here. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lifestyle does not reflect this - I'm digging in, building up my nest. &amp;nbsp;They are living with eternity in mind, knowing that no treasure here lasts, and that people are eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------| &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; | &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, so that wasn't really where I thought this post would head, but I want to close with one final piece of motivation: your own story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to think of the person I would be if it wasn't for someone who pursued me for Christ. &amp;nbsp;After years of attending church, I finally understood the gospel because my youth minister pursued me, and formed a relationship with me. &amp;nbsp;Without him or someone else pursuing me for Christ, I would NEVER have chosen God's way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he did find me. &amp;nbsp;Someone formed a relationship with him, and before them another... all the way back to the disciples and Paul, telling everyone... even back to Jesus himself, pursuing others for His Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this legacy behind us, isn't it our turn to pursue others for Christ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;He told them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="nivred"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;“The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Go! I am sending you out like lambs among wolves."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Luke 10:2-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4869590618750559858?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4869590618750559858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4869590618750559858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4869590618750559858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4869590618750559858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-pursue-disturbance-in-perspective.html' title='Why Pursue? A Disturbance in Perspective'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-2642226692277003093</id><published>2010-09-30T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:23:08.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pursue'/><title type='text'>Why Aren't you Getting to Know Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the first post in a series exploring the idea of Pursuing others and building relationships. &amp;nbsp;Check back each Thursday for more. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I recently read a compelling &lt;a href="http://www.shrinkthechurch.com/2010/09/23/french-kissing-the-unconscious/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; from one of our Forge speakers. &amp;nbsp;Check it out, then come back here. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;His premise was about loving people, despite their reactions to our love. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You see, somewhere along the line we got it in our heads that the call to love the world was simultaneously a call to make the world love us."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But it’s important for us to remember that love does not have to be reciprocated in order to be authentic. When we define love as a transaction or exchange, it rapidly turns into something self-serving and conditional. Loving you so you’ll love me is not the same thing as loving you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Their response must have no bearing on our love.&amp;nbsp; We are called to love, not necessarily to be loved."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;His thoughts reminded me of a similar lesson I learned last year. &amp;nbsp;But it wasn't about love; it was about pursuing and relationships - a lesson I had forgotten. &amp;nbsp;Through this short series, I hope to remember and explore why we should pursue relationships, reciprocated or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------| &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; | &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Our group had just survived a pretty tough week. &amp;nbsp;I can't really go into details as I'm sworn to secrecy. &amp;nbsp;But, during a meeting to work out some of our tensions, someone brought out the idea that people were 'slipping through the cracks.' &amp;nbsp;Many in our group felt overlooked, un-loved and forgotten. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;When this was voiced, I felt like part of that 'forgotten' group - I felt like there we were, a couple months of living together, and no one had really pursued a real, deep relationship with me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Luckily, during a talk with one of my closest Forge friends, I was hit with how selfish I had been. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I had put zero effort into building relationships with others, and then there I was feeling sorry for no one coming to build one with me. &amp;nbsp;I just wanted to take and take, and not give anything. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Still, I think I would have been upset if I had tried to build relationships and still nothing was reciprocated. &amp;nbsp;Then, I would have felt like I had some grounds to condemn the other Forge members, right? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Later in the year, we got "Lantzed." &amp;nbsp;I don't remember the exact discussion, but it had something to do with people feeling like their 'needs' weren't being met; basically, the part two of our previous talk. &amp;nbsp;Matt reminded us that Jesus lived, ate, and built into his disciples all day, every day, for three years. &amp;nbsp;Did He ever feel like some of His needs weren't being met? &amp;nbsp;Without getting all theological, I would say a resounding "Yes!" &amp;nbsp;Still, He pursued them fully, teaching them, leading them, giving all He had to make them into leaders; however, their behavior did not limit his efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------| &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; | &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I understand we are called to love all, despite reciprocation. &amp;nbsp;But, I've already forgotten this lesson. &amp;nbsp;I find myself still waiting for others to build into me. &amp;nbsp;So, I want to focus on pursuing, and post my thoughts as I struggle and learn here. &amp;nbsp;On this blog, what I want to explore is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-What is pursuing? What is the difference between love and pursuing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-How did God pursue us?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How did Christ pursue us?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Why pursue others, and how can we pursue others? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'm hoping to have a post on these topics each Thursday so be sure to check back next week. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-2642226692277003093?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/2642226692277003093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=2642226692277003093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2642226692277003093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2642226692277003093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-arent-you-getting-to-know-me.html' title='Why Aren&apos;t you Getting to Know Me?'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7201411870264930093?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7201411870264930093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7201411870264930093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7201411870264930093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7201411870264930093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/09/bowerbirds-efterklang-92510.html' title='BowerBirds | Efterklang 9.25.10'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4658910261459914941</id><published>2010-08-22T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:01:39.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video game'/><title type='text'>Before Xbox's 'Kinect'... there was the Powerglove</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sure you've heard of Microsoft's latest money-baby - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwgu7n_8RY4"&gt;Kinect&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, 22 years ago, Nintendo had a very similar idea: the Power Glove. &amp;nbsp;Prepare to be wowed less by technology and more by 1980's marketing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya0F83Bmbl4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;The Power Glove. &amp;nbsp;It's so BAD!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may now return to something productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4658910261459914941?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4658910261459914941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4658910261459914941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4658910261459914941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4658910261459914941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/08/before-xboxs-kinect-there-was.html' title='Before Xbox&apos;s &apos;Kinect&apos;... there was the Powerglove'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5723884354812984266</id><published>2010-08-19T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:04:18.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running: It's All About the Music</title><content type='html'>So, I am not the leading authority on running, but I have found one thing very helpful: music. &amp;nbsp;We worked out each week at the Forge, and it was really the first time I had a regular running schedule. &amp;nbsp;However, I never listened to music while running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to July, when I was finally settled into Dallas, I started running again. &amp;nbsp; And, my friends, music makes all the difference. &amp;nbsp;So, here is some advice on what to listen to while you burn away those &lt;a href="http://blogs.babble.com/family-kitchen/2010/05/24/homemade-ho-hos/"&gt;Ho-Ho's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Pick upbeat songs. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This is key. &amp;nbsp;I can't run to slower, chiller bands such as &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0o8JCxjjpM"&gt;Explosions in the Sky&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1Fcaro25Ek"&gt;Moby&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;No, no. &amp;nbsp;What you need are songs with a fast tempo, cause your feet will want to match it. &amp;nbsp;Pick a faster song, and you can improve your times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Pick songs you actually like. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;So, with this being said, don't just go and get all the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RO10s_HK6d0"&gt;techno&lt;/a&gt; and rave songs you can. &amp;nbsp;Once, I was surprised by Journey's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afHQd-lP4yU"&gt;"Separate Ways"&lt;/a&gt;, which I had put on my playlist as a semi-joke. &amp;nbsp;But, it came on one time, and I was able to push ahead, focusing on my love of classic rock instead of my deflated lungs and lead legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Skip songs as you run. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;If a song comes on you don't like / want. &amp;nbsp;Skip it. &amp;nbsp;It's your life, take some control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Breathe. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This is another great thing about music. &amp;nbsp;During that silence between songs, I've realized that I breathe pretty loudly about 1/4 of my way into a run. &amp;nbsp;But, when that music is playing, I don't care who hears. &amp;nbsp;So, I'm able to suck in that air and not care who's listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Turn up the Volume. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This one took some experimenting, but I've found turning up the volume helps me run faster. &amp;nbsp;You can really get into those songs, you know? &amp;nbsp;I'd say I usually listen to my iPod around the halfway mark. &amp;nbsp;But, when running, it's closer to 3/4. &amp;nbsp;Just one more thing to push you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Pick songs that yell at you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;So, you like your song, it's upbeat, and the volume is up. &amp;nbsp;The last things that helps me run faster are songs a little outside my usual listening - throw in some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGpbd6BUO0I"&gt;Coheed and Cambria&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMd35tfCiXQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;mewithoutYou&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0c9tnr1jN0"&gt;Family Force Five&lt;/a&gt;... it's almost like a mini-Brooks Beless yelling at you to keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryce's Top Ten Music to Listen to While Running: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Stretching -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Arcade Fire - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvokOD-EnMw"&gt;Ready to Start&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- This song gets me pumped up. &amp;nbsp;Starts off slow, builds in some layers... &amp;nbsp;But, I'm a little obsessed with this album right now, so it may be biased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Starting off -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. mewithoutYou - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1nissg9PMU"&gt;Nice and Blue&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;- I've found this hard drum beat to be the perfect tempo for me to start running. &amp;nbsp;Plus, they start yelling, and man!- it just gets me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Arcade Fire - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zdNdjF-htY"&gt;Wake Up&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/b&gt;Again, starts off slow (maybe a little too slow). &amp;nbsp;But, I usually just start listening to the song and forget I'm running. &amp;nbsp;(I want to actually start waking up to this song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Running -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. mewithoutYou - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTgAzRovhWk"&gt;Bullet to Binary&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of my favorites. &amp;nbsp;Early mewithoutYou is screamo mewithoutYou. &amp;nbsp;At one point, they're yelling in French. &amp;nbsp;What's not to love? &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Lecrae - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNicmZ9LGLY"&gt;Go Hard&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/b&gt;This one always gets me. &amp;nbsp;With Lecrae shouting 'Go Hard or Go Home,' I start thinking, "You're right Lecrae, I'm gonna go hard, cause I don't wanna go home!! &amp;nbsp;ARRRRGH!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Pushing Through the Pain -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Switchfoot - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqeRcF_3Pd0"&gt;Bullet Soul&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/b&gt;About the 3/4 mark, I need music I like to listen to and forget my pain. &amp;nbsp;So, this catchy tune usually takes me away from my pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Journey - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afHQd-lP4yU"&gt;Separate Ways&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;- Once, I was running in some really hot weather, and felt like quitting. &amp;nbsp;Then, I heard the guitars at the beginning, and had a complete out-of-body-experience. Also, it makes me think of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_y_nkA54YUQ"&gt;this scene in 'Yes Man'&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(especially the end). &amp;nbsp;Works like a charm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Rush - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Tq-UsaRchI"&gt;The Spirit of Radio&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/b&gt;Again, if this comes on at the end, it's such a surprise. &amp;nbsp;I end up getting lost in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sa0C5Uxpd3c"&gt;Neil Peart's drumming prowess&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Finishing -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Coldplay - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bJMxhvVf0o"&gt;Viva la Vida&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- For me, I like a really good song at the end which, I don't know, just lifts your spirits. &amp;nbsp;I imagine this song to be playing as I run into the olympic stadium or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Edison Glass - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-zjvs0KbKc"&gt;The Jig is Up&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- Not only my top running song, but one of my faves anytime. &amp;nbsp;The message behind this amazing song inspires me to finish strong as much as the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now get off the computer, grab the iPod, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKXvKJKje4o&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;get fit!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5723884354812984266?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5723884354812984266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5723884354812984266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5723884354812984266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5723884354812984266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/08/running-its-all-about-music.html' title='Running: It&apos;s All About the Music'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5931320057488445698</id><published>2010-08-07T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:45:09.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlestar Galactica: A Beginner’s Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;STOP.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t skip over this post; don’t just mark as ‘read’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, the title of the show (and now this blog post) is SEVERLY nerdy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Please, just read over some facts about why I think the show is accessible to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. You don’t have to be a Sci-Fi fan to enjoy this show.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is not Star Wars, nor Star Trek.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After watching five minutes of the show, you will see it as a demi-&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;LOST&lt;/i&gt;, only in space. (but not &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Lost in Space&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. The show is about characters, not Sci-Fi gizmos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The producers say in an extra features – “We don’t really care how people will make coffee on spaceships or use light-speed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We wanted to focus on making characters and a story people will enjoy, not fancy machines.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. “Thou shalt be real.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is one of the first rules the producers decided on when making the show.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They didn’t want a clean, Star-Trekkish ship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They wanted one that actually looked like people lived (and died) there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. You do not have to know anything about the original show.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And, from what I gather, they’ve changed a lot of things anyways (which makes the hardcore fans upset.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. Dr. Baltar is an antagonist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If you do actually check out the show, this is very helpful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I watched the whole first season and was so pissed at this guy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But, apparently we’re supposed to hate him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He slipped by my radar as a narcissistic good guy; don’t be fooled, he’s technically an antagonist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This will help you enjoy the show so you don’t have to try to like him when you are screaming at the TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;SUMMING UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, give this show a chance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed the first season (all I’ve seen).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On my (limited) TV show judging scale, I would place BG third – LOST, Arrested Development, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Battlestar Galactica, &lt;/b&gt;Burn Notice, The Office.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(And if you know me, you know I &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; Burn Notice… )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall, the show has intriguing characters and a stellar storyline.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Also, when the whole human race is being destroyed, some tough ethical decisions come up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When you throw all of this in the oven, out comes a very intelligent, emotional TV drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Check it out, the cool people at IMDB didn’t give it 9/10 for nothing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;B R Y C E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS Also, note that the ‘first’ episode was a three-part, three-hour miniseries.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Keep that in mind for viewing time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Split it up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Or don’t?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5931320057488445698?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5931320057488445698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5931320057488445698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5931320057488445698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5931320057488445698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/08/battlestar-galactica-beginners-guide.html' title='Battlestar Galactica: A Beginner’s Guide'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-6137839716365569059</id><published>2010-08-03T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:27:46.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CUBE INVASION!!!11!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Got some time to waste?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Want to end up with a nerdy desktop?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then check out &lt;a href="http://www.cubeecraft.com/genre/pop-culture/"&gt;CubeeCraft&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;\&lt;a href="http://www.cubeecraft.com/characters/character001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.cubeecraft.com/characters/character001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bryce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-6137839716365569059?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/6137839716365569059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=6137839716365569059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6137839716365569059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6137839716365569059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/08/cube-invasion11.html' title='CUBE INVASION!!!11!!!'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4694304853646238656</id><published>2010-08-03T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:20:28.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>3 6 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I joined a cult on flickr last spring called 365 days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's basically a bunch of crazy photographers with a simple idea. &amp;nbsp;You take a self-portrait. &amp;nbsp;Every day. &amp;nbsp;For a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I began the journey last year, but only made it halfway-ish.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I decided to give it up when the Forge started. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not this time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;8/1/2010 = Day 1.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Actually, I’m pretty excited to start again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t touched my camera since the end of the Forge in May.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I already have a few new ideas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best thing about the project was it always kept my mind going in photography mode.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After handling the camera, every day, for 148 or so days, things really started to click.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, the only hurdle is – what do I call it?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Last year, it was simply 365days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But, what about this time?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;365 v.2?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;threesixfive?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;365-2010?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sure I’ll figure it out soon…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, all photo posts will go here: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/merelybryce/sets/72157624524769123/"&gt;clickmeclickmeclickme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;B R YC E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;[[originally written 7-30-10]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4694304853646238656?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4694304853646238656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4694304853646238656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4694304853646238656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4694304853646238656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-6-5.html' title='3 6 5'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1559356358040155393</id><published>2010-07-06T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:51:02.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful Faithful Faithful</title><content type='html'>When we visited Bet She'an in Israel, our tour guide Marty was unusually frustrating with us. &amp;nbsp;He asked us what the disciples had to offer the then-modern city. &amp;nbsp;Bet She'an had theaters, colleges, running water, and temples for every "spiritual need." &amp;nbsp;We sat and told him an entire list of things Christianity offered, and each time he told us how his Roman city met that need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, Marty told us what the disciples had to offer. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't any theological theorem or proof. &amp;nbsp;It was simply their &lt;i&gt;story&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Marty proceeded to tell us his story. &amp;nbsp;It was simply that God is faithful, faithful, faithful. &amp;nbsp;Marty had gone through some rough, rough times, including a sudden divorce. &amp;nbsp;Yet, each time, God revealed his purpose and blessed him. &amp;nbsp;More than once, when Marty needed a car, someone would approach him and offer him one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all of this to share that this has been my story for the last month. &amp;nbsp;Every need that has come my way has been met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my job at UT Southwestern was totally unexpected. &amp;nbsp;I had applied here in late March and heard nothing for a month and a half. &amp;nbsp;Then, I had two interviews within a week at UT! &amp;nbsp;Both involved research and were looking for a short (1-2 year) commitment. &amp;nbsp; Very quickly, I landed a job and was moving to Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I needed a place to stay. &amp;nbsp;I made arrangements to stay with some family in Denton for a time. &amp;nbsp;This was a huge blessing as I could focus on starting my job, etc for a few weeks. &amp;nbsp;I looked into apartments and found a decently priced one near my work. &amp;nbsp;I found it the second day looking for apartments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my Honda is falling apart quickly. &amp;nbsp;First, the air compressor went out, so I don't have any A/C. &amp;nbsp;Then, my car overheated on the highway last week. &amp;nbsp;I think it's stable for now, but I'm not sure. &amp;nbsp;However, after everything else, what do I have to fear? &amp;nbsp;I am confident that even if my car dies, it's not only God's plan, but it's for something even better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught a huge lesson that day as well. &amp;nbsp;All my life, I've had this fear of... well, people. &amp;nbsp;I didn't want to be late for fear of my boss not liking me, I guess. &amp;nbsp;But, this stems from a larger fear of impressing, wanting people to like me. &amp;nbsp;But, that took a huge hit when I showed up an hour and a half late. &amp;nbsp;My boss understood, and things went on as normal. &amp;nbsp;It's allowed me to realize some things are more important than others. &amp;nbsp;A relationship won't be broken over some sort of bad impression or a mistake. &amp;nbsp;That was huge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm amazed at how fast things have gone here. &amp;nbsp;Through the craziness of the past month, God has been my rock. &amp;nbsp;Moreover, He's been shaping me to rely on Him each day. &amp;nbsp;"Abide with me, and I will abide with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sidenote, I can't stop listening to&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beautiful-Things-Gungor/dp/B0031AV74O"&gt; Gungor's CD Beautiful Things.&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp;Every track on there is pure gold and really reminds me of my relationship with God. &amp;nbsp; Here's some lyrics to chew on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You called and You shouted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You broke through my deafness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You flashed and you shone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dispelled all my blindness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You breathed Your fragrance on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Late have I loved You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drew in Your breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I keep on breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ve tasted I’ve seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I want more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You breathed Your fragrance on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Late have I loved You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1559356358040155393?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1559356358040155393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1559356358040155393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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2?</title><content type='html'>So, last year, I did this challenge with a group on Flickr. &amp;nbsp;Take a (creative) self-portrait every day for 365 days. &amp;nbsp;I decided to end it just before the Forge, to focus there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I want to start again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to last year's shots: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/merelybryce/sets/72157616551905217/"&gt;365 Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-2223098021441332948?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/2223098021441332948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=2223098021441332948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2223098021441332948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2223098021441332948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/06/365-days-round-2.html' title='365 Days, Round 2?'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-614419439561953946</id><published>2010-06-17T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:35:35.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitioning</title><content type='html'>Having a real job is different. &amp;nbsp;It's not terrible, I just need to get used to the new schedule - going to bed earlier, getting home late, remembering to eat breakfast... &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, hopefully I'll be in a routine soon and can update more often. &amp;nbsp;Right now, I'm just dead tired....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryce&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-614419439561953946?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/614419439561953946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5330573701038180629</id><published>2010-06-04T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:19:30.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog 1: Intro + Big News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #645f5e; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12299747&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12299747&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12299747"&gt;Video Blog 1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/bryceham"&gt;Bryce&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5330573701038180629?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5330573701038180629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5330573701038180629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5330573701038180629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5330573701038180629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/06/video-blog-1-intro-big-news.html' title='Video Blog 1: Intro + Big News'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-2564475832161432144</id><published>2010-06-02T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:05:05.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Lancelot</title><content type='html'>So, I took my advice from a few posts ago, and read a book -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Lancelot&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Walker Percy. &amp;nbsp;I'm not going to try and tie it into LOST, because that's done and gone. &amp;nbsp;But, I did enjoy the book. &amp;nbsp;I'm not going to go into much detail right now, but I did want to share an interesting quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, the main character comes to an awakening of sorts. &amp;nbsp;He realizes he's been doing the same thing, everyday, for the past twenty years, a slave to his habits. &amp;nbsp;But now, shocked out of his shell by an event (that's a whole other story...), he begins to really live. &amp;nbsp;This is a snippet of his take on 'time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, that's not the mystery. &amp;nbsp;The mystery lies in the here and now. &amp;nbsp;The mystery is: What is one to do with oneself? &amp;nbsp;As you get older you begin to realize the trick time is playing, and that unless you do something about it, the passage of time is nothing but the encroachment of the horrible banality of the past on the pure future. &amp;nbsp;The past devours the future like a tape recorder, converting the pure possibility into banality. &amp;nbsp;The present is the tape head, the mouth of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'll try to give more thoughts on the book after it digests some more. &amp;nbsp;It's an interesting story, told in the second person, by a man in a nuthouse. &amp;nbsp;As he retells some crazy events of his life, we also get his commentary about life and time... &amp;nbsp;that's all you'll get for now though. &amp;nbsp;Anyways, the quote has been motivating me lately, so I thought I'd share it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-2564475832161432144?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/2564475832161432144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=2564475832161432144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2564475832161432144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2564475832161432144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/06/lancelot.html' title='Lancelot'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-39585924327808915</id><published>2010-05-28T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:37:14.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Transition'/><title type='text'>Life in Transition: Part 2 - Teleportation</title><content type='html'>Why haven't we figured this one out yet? &amp;nbsp;It would make it a lot easier to go to an interview in Dallas if I could just step through some portal here in Kansas City. &amp;nbsp;Forget about colliding atoms in the underground tunnel in Europe, we need to focus our efforts on something practical! &amp;nbsp;But, by the time they do get around to teleportation, it'll probably be too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alright though, because I figured it out. &amp;nbsp;Yep, I did it. &amp;nbsp;On Monday, I went from Kansas City to Dallas with little physical effort. &amp;nbsp;Now, it took about 8 hours and I had to make some bathroom stops mid-teleportationizing, but that's just details. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is I ended up in Dallas for my job interview. &amp;nbsp;And, just to prove I could, I teleported back to Kansas City yesterday, by the same means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, forget about the teleportation. &amp;nbsp;Let me get serious for a second. &amp;nbsp;I'm really excited for these jobs in Dallas. &amp;nbsp;There's a few reasons why, but the most important is this: I've never really earned a job all on my own before. &amp;nbsp;I worked for three years at a restaraunt in high school, but my cousin was the manager, so I was a shoo-in. &amp;nbsp;Then, in college, I worked with the newspaper, and my good friend was the editor. &amp;nbsp;Even with Pine Cove, my good friend Indiana Jones was the program director. &amp;nbsp;At the VA after college - my grandpa was on the research board! &amp;nbsp;It seems that everywhere I've been, I've gotten in because I knew someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, with these jobs in Dallas, I have no connections. &amp;nbsp;If I do end up with a job, it won't be because of a boss's order. &amp;nbsp;It feels like a real start, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like each time I write here, I get an important phone call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago, I got a call from the people I interviewed with this week. &amp;nbsp;In their coded language of policy, they told me they were sending off my information to HR as a 'preferred candidate,' while assuring me that HR makes the final decision. . . &amp;nbsp;I'm taking this to mean they want me! &amp;nbsp;Building expectations? &amp;nbsp;You betcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-39585924327808915?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/39585924327808915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=39585924327808915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/39585924327808915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/39585924327808915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-in-transition-part-2-teleportation.html' title='Life in Transition: Part 2 - Teleportation'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5065652201604149455</id><published>2010-05-25T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:28:42.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>LOST Doesn't Have to End . . .  Pick up a Book!</title><content type='html'>So, LOST is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the fun doesn't have to end. &amp;nbsp;The writers, Carlton and Damon have mentioned many times how much the &lt;a href="http://coyotemercury.com/blog1/the-lost-book-club/"&gt;Lost Books&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;have meant to them. &amp;nbsp;I saw a good interview with them; their advice was to 'read, read, read.' &amp;nbsp;By throwing the books in, they can delve into deep, complex themes they didn't have time to fully develop in the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna read them all or anything crazy, but it's a good list . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5065652201604149455?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5065652201604149455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5065652201604149455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5065652201604149455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5065652201604149455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-doesnt-have-to-end-pick-up-book.html' title='LOST Doesn&apos;t Have to End . . .  Pick up a Book!'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5618674491745318754</id><published>2010-05-24T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:19:25.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Wide Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/S_qnCop7lxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Wn6Ty7Ho1FU/Wide%20Open%20_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5618674491745318754?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5618674491745318754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5618674491745318754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5618674491745318754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5618674491745318754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/05/wide-open.html' title='Wide Open'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/S_qnCop7lxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Wn6Ty7Ho1FU/s72-c/Wide%20Open%20_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-2679149358461687248</id><published>2010-05-22T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:16:04.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Android'/><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/merelybryce/4630281209/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/4630281209_b01e44acb6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/merelybryce/4630281209/"&gt;Good Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/merelybryce/"&gt;blazon_&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rollin' by...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-2679149358461687248?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/2679149358461687248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=2679149358461687248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2679149358461687248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/2679149358461687248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-day_22.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/4630281209_b01e44acb6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-675748607471276339</id><published>2010-05-20T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:57:39.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Transition'/><title type='text'>Life in Transition: Part 1 - A Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>Let me fill you in . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is in transition - the state of moving from one chapter to the next. &amp;nbsp;I'm moving from the mega-maturation process of the Forge to securing a full-time job in Dallas. &amp;nbsp;And let me be the first to tell you - life in transition is CRAZY. &amp;nbsp;I was free from the craziness for a bit, but now, it has caught up with me again . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 11 days, I was living with my Forge friends, first on our post-Forge trip through Texas, and then in Dallas. &amp;nbsp;I was able to mooch off of the Seifreids for a few days until my interview with UT Southwestern. &amp;nbsp;The interview went extremely well - they're looking for someone to work full-time for a short period (1-1/2 years); basically, this job is made for people looking to go on to grad school, like me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, things were tough in Dallas. &amp;nbsp;It was great to still be with a few Forgies, but it still felt like the Forge hadn't really ended - I had no closure. &amp;nbsp;So, after 11 days of mooching, I came back 'home' to Missouri. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say 'home', because for the first time, it really doesn't feel like home. &amp;nbsp;With the job and the thought of moving to Dallas in my sights, I feel like a guest here. &amp;nbsp;Not to mention, I've spent the past week going through all my old junk, boxing up the stuff I want to take and throwing the rest away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, this morning, I literally woke up to a phone call for an interview. &amp;nbsp;Now, I have an interview in Dallas next week; the craziness has caught back up with me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things were quiet for a bit, but now more hard decisions are coming. &amp;nbsp;With either position, I'm likely to START around the first of June. &amp;nbsp;That means I could be LIVING and WORKING in Dallas in less than 10 days! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that phone call awakened me in more ways than one. &amp;nbsp;Time to get moving. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-675748607471276339?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/675748607471276339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=675748607471276339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/675748607471276339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/675748607471276339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-in-transition-part-1-rude.html' title='Life in Transition: Part 1 - A Rude Awakening'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3993708675312800630</id><published>2010-05-19T23:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:42:36.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><title type='text'>Pluto</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/S_S9uudsL8I/AAAAAAAAALo/7DiWqyO2MRw/Pluto_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He was hanging around while I was cleaning my room.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3993708675312800630?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3993708675312800630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3993708675312800630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3993708675312800630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3993708675312800630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/05/pluto_19.html' title='Pluto'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/S_S9uudsL8I/AAAAAAAAALo/7DiWqyO2MRw/s72-c/Pluto_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-371900060848767528</id><published>2010-01-07T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:53:31.114-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edison Glass'/><title type='text'>"The Jig is Up"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Obsessed. &amp;nbsp;I cannot stop listening to this song by Edison Glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It's such a huge reminder to me that I do not know everything, I can't even 'see' everything, and that I need to lean on His understanding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Check it out here ---&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yzhllxc"&gt;The Jig is Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then go get Edison Glass' whole album!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Your eyes see further than mine. &amp;nbsp;I can see as far as the sun and the moon in the sky. &amp;nbsp;Your hands are warmer than mine. &amp;nbsp;I'm still alive, but I can't feel the warmth from inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;How can you say the warmth makes you? &amp;nbsp;How can you say your sight leads you home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I asked with the right intent and bright eyes, but what I can't seem to figure out is how and why I can't seem to handle this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'll wait for Your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'll trust You'll say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When we can't handle it all you'll say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;How can you say the warmth makes you? &amp;nbsp;How can you say a sight leads you? &amp;nbsp;How can you say?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Your eyes see further than mine. &amp;nbsp;I can see as far as the sun and the moon in the sky. &amp;nbsp;I'll wait for your words, I'll trust you'll say!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yep, can't get enough of it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;B R Y C E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-371900060848767528?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/371900060848767528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=371900060848767528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/371900060848767528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/371900060848767528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/01/jig-is-up.html' title='&quot;The Jig is Up&quot;'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5588434864606145361</id><published>2010-01-04T17:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:55:50.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music review'/><title type='text'>Music I Found this Year that I want to Pass On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a list of music I either first heard or just realized how awesome their music really was in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#10 Sufjan Stevens – “Songs For Christmas”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: Christmas, folk, chillaxin’, deep lyrics, funny lyrics, Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, this one barely made the list cause I’ve heard it a lot, I just never owned it myself.&amp;nbsp; But what a great deal – there’s over 40 songs on this CD!&amp;nbsp; All of them sound a little different than the normal Christmas tunes you’ve probably heard.&amp;nbsp; But, the main reason I love this CD is the emphasis Stevens puts on the reason behind Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Some of the songs sound more like worship music at times.&amp;nbsp; Great CD overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “Star of Wonder”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Oh conscience where will you carry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found you, star of terrifying effigies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the night falls I carry myself to the fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of your glorious cause, Oh how I may seek Your fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the night falls, we see the star of wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonderful night falls, we see You, we see You there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the stars coming out…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#9 Family Force Five – “Family Force Five”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: funky rock, fun, dance-party music, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again, I’ve heard this CD a lot, but finally bought it this year.&amp;nbsp; This band is it’s own genre.&amp;nbsp; Imagine some white guys from Arkansas trying to rap and rock.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, they’re Christians, but you won’t find any worship songs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “Kountry Gentleman”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“My momma raised me in the dirty south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A country gentleman, so you best watch your mouth!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#8 Switchfoot – “Hello Hurricane”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: Rock, Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really loved Switchfoot until “Oh Gravity!”.&amp;nbsp; I thought they were done for after that album.&amp;nbsp; So, when they released Hello Hurricane this year, I cautiously checked it out.&amp;nbsp; And boy, I’m glad I did.&amp;nbsp; They’ve gone back to more straight ‘rock’ with some great guitar compositions.&amp;nbsp; Add in some clever lyrics, and boom!&amp;nbsp; Great CD.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “Needle and Haystack Life”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Your breathin’ in the highs and lows we call it living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this needle and haystack life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found miracles there in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s no accident we’re here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are once in a lifetime.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#7 William Fitzsimmons – The Sparrow and the Crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: Singer-Songwriter, Melancholy, Raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imagine you go through a long, hard divorce at a young age.&amp;nbsp; Then, you pick up a guitar and write some songs about it.&amp;nbsp; That is this album.&amp;nbsp; Most of the songs focus on lost love, and you can feel his emotion throughout the whole album.&amp;nbsp; I saw him live this year and I would recommend his show to any.&amp;nbsp; Great musical talent and lyrics.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “Just Not Each Other”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;“We lost our chance to love one another&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well love again but just not each other”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#6 Fleet Foxes – “Fleet Foxes”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: folky, Medieval mild rock?, sweeping tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really enjoy this band.&amp;nbsp; Their music is what I imagine a medieval traveling band would sound like.&amp;nbsp; Very soothing, flowing and relaxing while still inventive.&amp;nbsp; Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are NOT in the forge, I suggest you watch this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1tbX_NJn98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “Blue Ridge Mountains”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;“In the quivering forest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Where the shivering dog rests&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Our good grandfather&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Built a wooden nest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;And the river got frozen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;And the home got snowed in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;And the yellow moon glowed bright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Till the morning light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Terrible am I child?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you don't mind”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#5 The Myriad – With Arrows, With Poise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: Radiohead, MAE, Christian, Rock, Great Musically and Lyrically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever heard of Radiohead?&amp;nbsp; The lead singer of The Myriad sounds a lot like Thom Yorke, and the band goes toward that sound sometimes &amp;nbsp;- lots of deep guitar and high singing, followed by complex drums and piano.&amp;nbsp; Other times, they sound more like MAE – sort of pop-rock.&amp;nbsp; They’re pretty new, but they are going places that’s for sure.&amp;nbsp; Lyrically, you can hear some subtlety Christian messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “Clean Shot”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Hey now, oh no, You got a clean shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the words you could pierce my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey now, oh no, You run me right through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all these words that I’ve sung to You!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#4 Snow Patrol – A Hundred Million Suns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: Chillaxin’, Mild Rock, Love Songs, Great Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve liked Snow Patrol’s past albums, but this one takes the cake.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t listened to it in a while, but it’s a really phenomenal album.&amp;nbsp; They have some great lyrics on love and distance, while delving into a little rock sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Love it.&amp;nbsp; Last song, “The Lightning Strike” is a 16-minute audio-feast – combines three songs going from sad to happy each time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “The Lightning Strike”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;“Painted in flames&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;All peeling thunder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Be the lightning in me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That strikes relentless”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#3 Edison Glass – “Time is Fiction”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: Creative, Rock/ Hard Rock, Christian, Great Musically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes.&amp;nbsp; I cannot stop listening to this band.&amp;nbsp; From the opening song “Let Go”, a short song about singing out loud (Open your lips/ Let out a song/ Open your Heart/ And let is sing), to “The Jig is Up”, a hard rock ballad about faith vs. sight, this band manages to infuse very creative sounds and deep lyrics without ever getting stale.&amp;nbsp; One of the better bands, nay, the BEST band that’s come into the Christian music this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “The Jig is Up”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Your eyes see further than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see as far as the sun and moon in the sky…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll wait for your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll trust, You’ll say!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#2 MuteMath – “Armistice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labels: Rock, Christian, Groovin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do I have to tell you why this album is awesome?&amp;nbsp; For the two people that don’t own it, just go take a little listen on iTunes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “Spotlight”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Because everyone would rather watch you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(And we all fall, we all fall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just take a fall, you’re one of us -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The spotlight is on!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;#1 mewithoutYou – “Brother, Sister”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Label: Complex sound and lyrics, biting lyrics, Christian, hard(er) rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Welcome to the perfect christian rock album – intricate rock compositions and un-matched lyrical complexity (which the listener must untangle at times).&amp;nbsp; Altogether, this album tells a story from the perspective of a shipwrecked guy and his musings on life.&amp;nbsp; The whole thing has this ‘swashbuckling’ feel.&amp;nbsp; With this constant theme, each song sounds wholly different and engages deep, complex issues of faith, sin and praise.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time they’re rocking out, but you must listen to the lyrics!&amp;nbsp; They are downright cutting while still complex.&amp;nbsp; You won’t hear ‘praise Jesus’, but listen close cause most songs talk about God’s character in some way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole album’s lyrics flow together just like the music – the first song announces “I do not exist… if ever you come near/ I’ll hold up high a mirror/ Lord I could never show you anything as beautiful as you”; to the last song, repeating “I do not exist, only You exist.”&amp;nbsp; I had to look up a lot of the lyrics beccause he sings fast at times, but it’s worth it to see the complexity they put into their songs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lyric from “A Glass Can Only Spill What it Contains”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;“Like peacocks wandering the walkways of the zoo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Who have twice the autonomy the giraffes and tigers do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Saying:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;"No one can stop me (no one stop me)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;No one clips my claws!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;now everyone watch me (everyone watch me)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Scale these outside walls!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Begin Rocking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh you pious and profane, put away your praise and blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A glass can only spill what it contains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the perpetually plain, to the incurably inane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A glass can only spill what it contains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;What new mystery is this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;What blessed backwardness??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;The Immeasurable One is held and does not resist!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;The Almighty One does not defend!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;Or another favorite from “In a Sweater Poorly Knit”:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“You’re a door without a key, a field without a fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made a wholly fool of me and I’ve thanked you ever since…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if I’m a crown without a king, if I’m a broken open seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I come without a thing, then I come with all I need.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5588434864606145361?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5588434864606145361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5588434864606145361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5588434864606145361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5588434864606145361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-i-found-this-year-that-i-want-to.html' title='Music I Found this Year that I want to Pass On'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7812142718493979668</id><published>2010-01-01T17:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:35:30.181-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>New years resolutions are an interesting thing.&amp;nbsp; From them, I see our desire that we are seeking: a fresh start.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing mystical about Jan 1st.&amp;nbsp; We could actually go on a diet or learn to be nicer to people any day of the year!&amp;nbsp; So why wait until this one day? And then, we never fail to complete these resolutions, right?&amp;nbsp; Yet each year, we make more promises... So, why do we do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why.&amp;nbsp; We want a fresh start.&amp;nbsp; We've messed up somehow this past year, so its time to start things right.&amp;nbsp; Not only do we want a fresh start, but we want a good one, a perfect one.&amp;nbsp; We don't want to 'sort of' stop drinking pop, but we want to do it perfectly, completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do we have this desire to obtain a perfect, fresh start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come." (2 Cor. 5:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He opened a new and living way for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh" (Heb. 10:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the new year with new resolutions reflects our desire to become a new (and later perfect) creation. &amp;nbsp;And, becoming new doesn't have to happen only one day a year, but continues everyday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For you have delivered my soul from death,&lt;br /&gt;Indeed my feet from stumbling,&lt;br /&gt;So that I may walk before God&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the living." (Ps. 56:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7812142718493979668?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7812142718493979668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7812142718493979668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7812142718493979668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7812142718493979668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2010/01/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3345706309108235400</id><published>2009-12-31T19:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:18:24.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Christmas has been good. &amp;nbsp;Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather was selling some old lenses he had for his old FILM SLR. &amp;nbsp;I managed to talk him out of two lenses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tamron&amp;nbsp;20-40mm&amp;nbsp;f/2.8-3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tamron&amp;nbsp;28-300mm&amp;nbsp;f/3.5-6.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've been playing around with them, to say the least. &amp;nbsp;Here's the first batch, more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2702/4214081736_4eefb6a62b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Bryce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3345706309108235400?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3345706309108235400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3345706309108235400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3345706309108235400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3345706309108235400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/4213303219_b72358d847_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7060719188361290610</id><published>2009-11-04T20:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:22:55.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryce v. The Draining Battery</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Come children, and let me tell you the tale&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Of the battery that was not all well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Instead of purring, like a small kitten&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Bryce’s car started like a dog, bitten;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;For, under the hood, there lived a small beast;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Upon the battery, he loved to feast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;For many weeks, Bryce went out with cables,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;But each time, returned fazed and unable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;He called on his prudent, parental allies,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;To help him escape a certain demise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;With new unknown ideas, fresh in his head,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;He thought and concentrated, then went to bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;He came out early the very next morn’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;And readied for battle, his mind reformed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;But as he approached the fiend’s lair,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;His heart turned to stone, to his great despair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;The monster had taken control of the locks,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;And hidden himself down under the shocks!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Defeated again, Bryce left in a race,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;And hurried toward home, to solve his case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Finally, he sought out wise man Google;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Who he knew, rightly, to be no such fool.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;“You must seek Expert Auto Electric&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;If you wish for your car again to tick.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;So, Bryce went and found this very strange place,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Who knew of some with a similar case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Carlos, the leader, came out with his tools,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;But the coward beast thought all of them fools.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Still, Carlos came at it, all full of smarts,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;And he wounded the beast into two parts!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Seeing defeat, right now before its eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;The beast hid deeper, down in the dark lines.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Again came Carlos, with pliers in twos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Checking each and every single fuse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;The beast was found among the power-locks,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;But croaked quickly upon Carlos’ knock.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Therefore, the battery-beast being slain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Bryce leaped in the air, but only in vain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;For brave Carlos, having destroyed the beast,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Now wanted his money, for fine treats.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;So Bryce paid up, ecstatic with cheer,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Blackletter&amp;quot;"&gt;Since the beast was gone meant nothing to fear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7060719188361290610?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7060719188361290610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7060719188361290610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7060719188361290610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7060719188361290610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/11/bryce-v-draining-battery.html' title='Bryce v. The Draining Battery'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7735713857096198419</id><published>2009-10-31T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:01:14.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, What’s Going on Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now, we are in the midst of Robinson Crusoe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The book makes people pretty polarized – and I’m on the side that loves it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of what I love is how Defoe writes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wrote when English was used properly, and doesn’t go easy on the reader with his long, complex sentences.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, I love it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I’m working this weekend at the Timbers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s really cool to work the retreats right there alongside the full time staff.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, it’s hard to think of it like ‘work’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More like serving and playing in good fun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If that’s work, let me know where you can do that!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Next week we’re going on a trip.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t know where.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;In other news, I’m in love with the band mewithoutyou.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You need to listen to their album &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Brother, Sister&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The entire album is told from the perspective of a shipwrecked guy and has this ‘rock-piratey’ feel all throughout.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, it’s all about his lyrics – the man is a fine wordsmith.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, here’s a few lyrics, but really, they are just the tip!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;“If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;“what good is each good thing we think we do?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;“Shadow am I!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Like a suspicion that's never confirmed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;But it's never denied.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Wolf am I,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;no, "shadow" - I think - is better&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;cause I'm not something - more like the absence of something -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;So SHADOW AM I!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;“you're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;you made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;but if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken open seed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;if I come without a thing, then I come with all I need&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;no boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;I do not exist &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Only You exist”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana"&gt;Those last words have been on my mind a ton during the forge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not exist, only You exist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7735713857096198419?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7735713857096198419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7735713857096198419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7735713857096198419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7735713857096198419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-whats-going-on-now.html' title='So, What’s Going on Now?'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-6148403728321776228</id><published>2009-10-31T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:00:03.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Covenant</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, so, the Covenant is a major part of the Forge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a group, of 24 guys and girls, we had to come up with rules regarding how we will relate to different topics such as media, the outside world, alcohol, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of the rules we created were not because these things are inherently bad, but we chose to not partake in a lot of things so that we could focus on each other as well as other important things while we are in the Forge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This being said, you should know some things that I won’t be doing along with my Forge class until May 1.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided to only listen to not watch any television, not watch any movies, only listen to christian music, not drink alcohol or smoke tobacco, not do any Forge work on Sundays, and not date each other or resident staff.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, none of these things are bad, but for each one we have a specific reason.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance, we are not only choosing to not watch TV to rid ourselves of distractions, but we also decided to challenge one another by forcing us to change how we relate to our families, and friends when we go home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trust me, we’ve had hours of discussion about each of these topics.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That being said, we’ve been ‘practicing’ the covenant for two weeks now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was hard at first, but now it’s easy to follow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was tough when I went home, but I looked at it as a challenge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I was able to communicate with my family much better by not watching TV.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, yeah… that’s the covenant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-6148403728321776228?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/6148403728321776228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=6148403728321776228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6148403728321776228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6148403728321776228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/10/covenant.html' title='The Covenant'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4441180264468767106</id><published>2009-10-31T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:59:01.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Two Months Real Fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First two weeks – introductory; lots of getting to know names; ropes training*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Began Covenant meetings (see next post).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Knocked over a huge, dead tree… found baby squirrels living there… [bad times]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Started P2 in the mornings… [soreness]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Started classes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Began reading &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Life Together&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We went somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;More classes, more assignments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finished &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Life Together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’ve worked 4 weekends so far – 1 conference, 3 retreats [tons of fun!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went home this weekend for med school interview at MU!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Visited Rolla for about 3 hours after said med school interview.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finished Covenant. (see next post)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that pretty much covers it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;*NOTE: I hate heights, but ropes training mitigated a lot of that fear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did you know a zip tether’s breaking strength was around 10,000 pounds?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4441180264468767106?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4441180264468767106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4441180264468767106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4441180264468767106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4441180264468767106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-two-months-real-fast.html' title='The First Two Months Real Fast!'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4777803585359239995</id><published>2009-10-31T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:56:28.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here at the Forge…</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything is perfect.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All right, that’s not true, but it’s also not far off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;When I was at Rolla, I was always looking for time to just get away from the busy-ness of life to really think about what was important, to learn more about myself, and dig into the Bible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, school always disrupted my thoughts, breaking them up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the Forge focuses time for each of these subjects and more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus, I’ve really enjoyed the first two months here.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Now, I can’t just talk about anything here, since we are sworn to secrecy by Matt (the director).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I’m going to be bluntly vague sometimes, and you’re just gonna have to deal with it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But really, if you’re seriously considering doing the Forge, just don’t read this… it’ll be much more fun that way!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4777803585359239995?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4777803585359239995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4777803585359239995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4777803585359239995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4777803585359239995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-at-forge.html' title='Here at the Forge…'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1825071643065081319</id><published>2009-08-01T14:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:14:45.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>365days</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let anyone who reads this know about a little project I've been doing.  It's called 365days - basically, you take a creative self-portrait everyday for a year.  You can check out my pics so far here on flickr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/merelybryce/sets/72157616551905217/"&gt;365days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1825071643065081319?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1825071643065081319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1825071643065081319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1825071643065081319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1825071643065081319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/08/365days.html' title='365days'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1191830416552073039</id><published>2009-07-30T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:27:44.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The News</title><content type='html'>The news scares me.  It frightens me in a big-picture way, for two reasons.  The first, less important, lies in what the media calls "news."  By following what is news, we can see what is important (at least what the media thinks is important) to our society.  All I hear now is about the Jonas Brothers, the Hills, finding blame for Michael Jackson's death, or another celebrity's latest mishap.   Some of the things that make the headlines... c'mon!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing that worries me is scarier.  With every story of a horrific act, I wonder what would have to happen where people would say, "This is it.  This is the final straw of hope in our values."  Would it be a murder?  A rape?  A war?  What would it have been one hundred, two hundred years ago?  Imagine explaining to a revolutionary war fighter why we had to drop a bomb which killed 75,000 people instantly in Hiroshima.  He would spit in our face and tell us we've lost our moral compass.  Then, we'd tell him about Nagasaki...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What scares me the most is when I try and think about the most horrific act that could ever be done by man - I can't come up with anything that hasn't been done.  Are we holding on to a sinking ship?  Are we past the point of no return?  Are we, as a whole, beyond redemption?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an unrelated note (really, it's unrelated), check out this video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8APpLIWTBZE"&gt;The Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1191830416552073039?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1191830416552073039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1191830416552073039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1191830416552073039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1191830416552073039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/07/news.html' title='The News'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7551860202136230715</id><published>2009-07-27T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:07:44.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Summer is two-thirds over already, so I'm going to take a look at a list I put together while in school of what I wanted to accomplish this summer.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Exercise- &lt;/b&gt;check.  Off and on at times, but definitely a check.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Work-&lt;/b&gt;check.  Thank goodness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-God - &lt;/b&gt;semi-check... it's been a tough summer in this area.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Tint off car - &lt;/b&gt;check!  I totally de-tinted my car!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-get rid of crap &lt;/b&gt;- check.  Did this the first week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-visit Texas &lt;/b&gt;- check!  Just did this!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-organize basement -&lt;/b&gt; no check.  Haven't gotten there yet...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-save money -&lt;/b&gt; check.  This is hard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-read lots of books &lt;/b&gt;- sorta check.  1.9 books down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-walk dog -&lt;/b&gt; check!  Unfortunately, Pluto is getting very old now.  He has arthritis and can't go for long walks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well look at that.  About 8 more checks than I would have imagined.  Still, a few more things are necessary:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-buy Forge books- &lt;/b&gt;bargain hunting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-visit Rolla- &lt;/b&gt;freshman week baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-medical school applicationing&lt;/b&gt; - sent off the first round, waiting for the second round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The summer ain't over yet.  But, August always seems to fly by.  Well, let's hope it does, cause I can't wait for the Forge!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Bryce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Love - it's the last transmission" ~ MAE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7551860202136230715?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7551860202136230715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7551860202136230715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7551860202136230715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7551860202136230715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-plans.html' title='Summer Plans'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5793229257158485056</id><published>2009-06-03T00:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:42:17.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This Space</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling fiesty... mmm.  So, watch out for some new posts coming up here.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5793229257158485056?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5793229257158485056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5793229257158485056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5793229257158485056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5793229257158485056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-this-space.html' title='Watch This Space'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-7942857211719897051</id><published>2009-01-16T09:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:34:50.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Song Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It'll change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Help me out here" by the Cobalt Season&lt;br /&gt;(you can listen to it here - &lt;a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.16763219&amp;amp;variant=play"&gt;help me out here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling down on my face&lt;br /&gt;Wash me clean, wash my sins away&lt;br /&gt;Take me back where I used to run&lt;br /&gt;Fast and free like the kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still we go marching on blood on our hands&lt;br /&gt;Dirt on our skin, heads in the sand&lt;br /&gt;In some other town or in the here and now&lt;br /&gt;How far where we go all that we allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me out here, I'm getting tired&lt;br /&gt;Help me out here, I'm getting tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pardon me, if I say too muhc&lt;br /&gt;I could never ignore that which i ought not touch&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity might be all I got and some cynicsym from experienced rut&lt;br /&gt;Cause my experience brought me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say we must go on, never looking back&lt;br /&gt;Lest we ever learn the wisdom that we lack&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity, it might be my death&lt;br /&gt;Though I may stop from time to time to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me out here?  I'm getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;Help me out here, I'm getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all that we need to see, and all those we need to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We tie their hands behind their backs and look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes we tear the shirts right off their backs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then donate cash for all they lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fancy ourselves philanthropists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save justice for another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we wonder how we got so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making money off each others scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Still it's never my fault, I mean what other options did I have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buying someone else's tyrannic dream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of force and greed and foolish schemes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When there is light to help illuminate the way?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still we choose to tell each other lies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That this kingdom could never be realized&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The master never could of meant the words he said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm getting tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here?  God only knows.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's just some bullshit spiritual prose.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we're the ones, we've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps God has just been waiting at our door.&lt;br /&gt;He's waiting at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be the first to tell you when I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Write a book about it right here in my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I start to try and start again&lt;br /&gt;Learning to become father and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me out here?  I'm getting tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-7942857211719897051?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/7942857211719897051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=7942857211719897051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7942857211719897051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/7942857211719897051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-song-ever.html' title='The Best Song Ever'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4627455820877787414</id><published>2008-11-10T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:50:23.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zenhabits.net</title><content type='html'>If you're like me, life comes at you fast with different obstacles.  Tests, lab reports, projects, meetings...  But, this website here has some great tips on staying on top of it all.  There are posts ranging from simplicity to motivation.  It's a site I check regularly and have gotten a lot out of.  For instance, I just read a post about &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/2008/10/laser-sharp-focus-get-more-done/"&gt;anti-multitasking&lt;/a&gt; - focusing on one thing until it's done.  Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4627455820877787414?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4627455820877787414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4627455820877787414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4627455820877787414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4627455820877787414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/11/zenhabitscom.html' title='Zenhabits.net'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5778997969312075397</id><published>2008-11-07T08:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:34:33.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity?</title><content type='html'>I'm not entirely convinced the world likes 'mature' people.  People who can wake up early and get things done right.  The guys who save their money instead of getting that new TV.  Even in my head, I am pushed away by these people.  They're not the life of a party and won't be seen in any funny YouTube videos.  In today's culture, it seems like maturity is something we're all expected to grow into, but we have no one to model it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am far from an expert in maturity.  But, I know the Bible calls us to maturity.  While I don't even have a nice, clean definition of the word, I think I have some ideas it's based around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is being content.  You can't be mature without some level of contentedness. It usually happens one day when you realize you're spreading yourself too thin. I wanted (and still do...) to be a great artist, photographer, doctor, friend, movie-maker, writer, and have a kickin' girlfriend.  Oh, and get all A's at Rolla so I can go to Med School. But, when I went through and did some prioritizing, Med School trumped all these things.  If I wanted to grow into who I wanted to be, Med School had to be the main focus.  I had to realize that all the other things I do are great and fun, but some of it had to be cut out so I could grow into schoolwork.  I had to be content with getting A's in classes, and not becoming the next Speilberg, Van Gogh, writer for the Office, or Ansel Adams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my experiences, the second part of maturity comes from discipline.  Oooh... what a terrible word!  How about we call it a routine, or a direction.  Over the past week, I've been realizing the value of having a routine.  I specifically set aside some time to get through some lab reports (instead of doing them the night before at 11 pm), and I realized just how much time I have!  The worst part of the routine isn't making a schedule, but following through.  This can't happen with any cheap advice or words, but has to come from a greater motivation (at least for me).  Some days it happens, and some days it doesn't.  This whole process grows you into maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this isn't the complete story for maturity, but at least I got my few cents of experience out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a challenge.  But, it's not to you, my great mass of readers, but to myself.  I am going to try to post something once a day!  Not only will this help my writing, force me to have a routine, but posting everyday means that I can see if this dumb thing really matters to me.  Cause if it doesn't, it's gotta go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5778997969312075397?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5778997969312075397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5778997969312075397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5778997969312075397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5778997969312075397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/11/maturity.html' title='Maturity?'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-8541489415314806870</id><published>2008-11-04T11:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:57:40.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Anberlin Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(...maybe even my theme song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Burn Out Brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Live, I wanna live inspired&lt;br /&gt;Die, I wanna die for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing towards the heavens&lt;br /&gt;I fell into a pitch black&lt;br /&gt;I'm moments from landing and I'm shaking like a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the time, can I turn back&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes in the past&lt;br /&gt;Need a chance, can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could set things right tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, I wanna live inspired&lt;br /&gt;Die, I wanna die for something higher than myself&lt;br /&gt;Live and die for anyone else&lt;br /&gt;The more I live I see this life's not about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know spins out of control&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's next for heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I earned can save me now&lt;br /&gt;Hearing one day be my final hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the time, can I turn back&lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes in the past&lt;br /&gt;Need a chance, can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could set things right tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, I wanna live inspired&lt;br /&gt;Die, I wanna die for something higher than myself&lt;br /&gt;Live and die for anyone else&lt;br /&gt;The more I live I see this life's not about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna leave this world knowing I preach in vain&lt;br /&gt;Looked out for myself, so sorry so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried&lt;br /&gt;Chased all my dreams that I can't weigh on the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, I wanna live on fire&lt;br /&gt;Die, I wanna burn out brighter&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the Northern lights&lt;br /&gt;Wanna live to feel the daylight&lt;br /&gt;The more I live I see that this life's not about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More posts coming soon...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-8541489415314806870?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/8541489415314806870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=8541489415314806870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/8541489415314806870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/8541489415314806870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-anberlin-song.html' title='My Favorite Anberlin Song'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4992903240709903198</id><published>2008-09-10T23:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:41:30.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best days are the ones where you're missing your pants at some point... unless you live somewhere cold, or you're homeless.</title><content type='html'>Something was different about today.  But, before I start the story, I have to let you know how the day started.  I began reading Romans today and I couldn't get the first line out of my head.  Please, before you put me off as an awesome christian, understand that I haven't read my bible regularly in almost a month.  I haven't opened it in a few weeks.  I'm not a 'good' christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Paul calls himself 'a bond servant of Christ Jesus, called as an apostle, set apart for the gospel of God...'  The part that struck me the hardest was the last part - set apart for the gospel of God.  When I read this, I ask myself what would happen if that was my purpose - I am set apart for the gospel of God.  What if sharing and living out the gospel was my only intention in life?  Wow.  Anyways, so I was chewing on that bit for the rest of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Chemistry II, Intermediate Quantitative Analysis, and Molecular Genetics slipped by.  I was so tired.  I almost fell asleep once for every letter in those class names.  (I did stay up late and get up early).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I wasn't worried about these classes, I was worried about what lied ahead at 1:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lab for P-Chem.   But, out of five groups, me and my partner were the lucky group to start out with zero information and design an experiment to figure out a reaction rate.  If you don't understand where to begin from this, then you're in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave a presentation the week before about how we were going to perform the experiment (we had no idea what to do), and the teacher ripped us apart with a few specific questions.  I wasn't looking forward to this lab at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up finding a part of an experiment online that we hoped to get working.  So, we went into the lab, hoping to work something out.  Now, I could go into some chemistry methods and such, but I won't do that.  Very simply, we got the experiment to work, but it was running too fast.  So, me and Brian worked out some math, and figured out how to make it run slower.  And it did!  Then, we tried to speed it up, and again we succeeded!  I guess I've always had my doubts in chemistry, never thinking I was 'good enough.'  But, this lab today somehow proved to my doubting inner ego that yes, I can do chemistry (which is good, since I've been studying it for four years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking back from lab, on top of the world, I hear music coming from our neighboring house.  I thought they were having a dance party or something, but no one was outside, or on the porch... then I saw five people on the roof including a violinist and a guitartist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three minutes later, I was up there too.  Their roof is actually very comfortable if you lie down.  And, something about being on a roof changes things.  Maybe it's just because it's a whole new perception experience, or maybe it's because you feel superior to the peons below... I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from across the street pretty content.  I was so happy, I loaded up an episode of the Office that I downloaded for free.  It was just about as close to perfection as I could get.  I had a quesadilla on one plate, a cherry coke by my side, and my pants were missing.  And, I watched the office to my heart's content.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our first gel group came along.  I'm co-leading a group going through John 13-17 (the upper room discourse).  Now, you may not know this, but I hate public speaking.  I'm fine if I don't know I'll be in front of people, but once I'm there, knowing what's coming... I freak out.  I've been trying to improve, trying to throw myself out there, but it's still hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I was sort of dreading tonight.  I was basing how this night would go off of how my last worry-wrought one was.  Anyways, it ended up going really well.  We didn't run out of stuff to say, no awkward moments happened, and I got to know all the people in our group.  I know I'm not Larry King now or anything, but it's a nice step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's been my day.  But, it's important not to forget where it all started.  I know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you read history you will find that the Christians who did the most for the present world were precisely those who thought most of the next. It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.” ~C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Maybe one of these days I'll put up a post that isn't as serious.  I've realized lately though that I really like things that have some sort of meaning in all parts of them, especially movies.  So, I guess I put a lot of thought into the things I do.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SMiugmwpK3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FnxpvzzIsmQ/s1600-h/IMG_8562_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SMiugmwpK3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FnxpvzzIsmQ/s320/IMG_8562_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244633641256561522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4992903240709903198?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4992903240709903198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4992903240709903198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4992903240709903198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4992903240709903198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-days-are-ones-where-youre-missing.html' title='The best days are the ones where you&apos;re missing your pants at some point... unless you live somewhere cold, or you&apos;re homeless.'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SMiugmwpK3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/FnxpvzzIsmQ/s72-c/IMG_8562_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-267785134002085595</id><published>2008-07-27T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:27:44.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irresistible Revolution</title><content type='html'>"Too often we just do what makes sense to us and ask God to bless it.  In the Beatitudes, God tells us what God blesses -  the poor, the peacemakers, the hungry, those who mourn, those who show mercy - so we should not ask God's blessing on a declaration that we will have no mercy on evildoers (war).  We know all too well that we have a God who shows mercy on evildoers, for if he didn't, we'd all be in big trouble, and for that, this evildoer is very glad.  Rather than do what makes sense to us and ask God's blessing, we'd do better to surround ourselves with those whom God promises to bless, and then we need not ask God's blessing.  It's just what God does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shane Clairborne, the Irresistible Revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book teaches me about living a way of life following the Prince of Peace.  It's teaching me about compassion, and not to sit around and wait for things to change.  It's a book about love without human boundaries.  And, I'm only halfway through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-267785134002085595?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/267785134002085595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=267785134002085595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/267785134002085595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/267785134002085595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/07/irresistible-revolution.html' title='The Irresistible Revolution'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3831176920347543790</id><published>2008-05-23T22:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:29:31.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Hairs</title><content type='html'>Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeSMA975TI/AAAAAAAAACM/1uXqNKsm1PU/s1600-h/IMG_7972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeSMA975TI/AAAAAAAAACM/1uXqNKsm1PU/s320/IMG_7972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203788629565760818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During:&lt;br /&gt;My dad had never done this before.  We were using my brother's hair clippers.&lt;br /&gt;"Oops" says Dad.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean 'oops?!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeTMA975UI/AAAAAAAAACU/FJQea1bB4Q4/s1600-h/IMG_7978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeTMA975UI/AAAAAAAAACU/FJQea1bB4Q4/s320/IMG_7978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203789729077388610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have left it like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeUIg975VI/AAAAAAAAACc/Im5QU2-bm70/s1600-h/IMG_7979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeUIg975VI/AAAAAAAAACc/Im5QU2-bm70/s320/IMG_7979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203790768459474258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will notice, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeU1w975WI/AAAAAAAAACk/8QR3Bjlv0Dc/s1600-h/IMG_7987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeU1w975WI/AAAAAAAAACk/8QR3Bjlv0Dc/s320/IMG_7987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203791545848554850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before/After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeVXQ975XI/AAAAAAAAACs/8pW90Nl0lkY/s1600-h/metimesdos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeVXQ975XI/AAAAAAAAACs/8pW90Nl0lkY/s320/metimesdos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203792121374172530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the things I do for Pine Cove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Bryce/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Assorted%20Pics/To%20Be%20Sorted/IMG_7972.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3831176920347543790?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3831176920347543790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3831176920347543790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3831176920347543790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3831176920347543790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/05/da-hairs.html' title='Da Hairs'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDeSMA975TI/AAAAAAAAACM/1uXqNKsm1PU/s72-c/IMG_7972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-4812397589278590443</id><published>2008-05-18T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:29:31.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw this on Postsecret Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDDwIYA1VDI/AAAAAAAAACE/MXaIxO488hA/s1600-h/youlearn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDDwIYA1VDI/AAAAAAAAACE/MXaIxO488hA/s320/youlearn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201921596288488498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was fitting since I've said 'goodbye' to a lot of college friends who I won't see for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-4812397589278590443?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/4812397589278590443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=4812397589278590443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4812397589278590443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/4812397589278590443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/05/saw-this-on-postsecret-today.html' title='Saw this on Postsecret Today'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SDDwIYA1VDI/AAAAAAAAACE/MXaIxO488hA/s72-c/youlearn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-6172476170633904522</id><published>2008-05-07T22:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:25:52.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M U S I C</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, posting song lyrics is getting old.  It's so 2005, not 2008.  So, let me take a second to explain why I continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music.  There is so much communication when you listen to a song.  There are so many aspects of the song that can effect your feelings.  So, my analytical mind wants to dissect it... but I won't let it.  Not here.  But, here's what I think can convey information from music: lyrics, tempo, key, repeated patterns, crescendos...  Doesn't sound too inspiring when listed like this, but it truly does amaze me.  I mean really, why does a certain set of notes produce a "minor key" and no matter what you do it's gonna sound sad?  How does that happen?!  I also love how a person can pick and choose from all of these things to convey a message to the listener.  It's pretty fascinating... anyways, here's another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Listening to Freddy Mercury" by Emery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while I think I'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the bank. I believe every word I say.&lt;br /&gt;(This just isn't how, this just isn't how)&lt;br /&gt;Then again this is when you start your prying.&lt;br /&gt;(This just isn't how, this just isn't how)&lt;br /&gt;But there's a thought it could be true.&lt;br /&gt;But this just isn't how I imagined it would be.&lt;br /&gt;With these random people just asking the most personal things.&lt;br /&gt;And to think that somehow I could always come clean.&lt;br /&gt;And you shake your head just like you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Christian tell the sinner find repentance it's your last chance.&lt;br /&gt;You believer, where's your patience?&lt;br /&gt;Answer questions, put on faces.&lt;br /&gt;What about God? For you and for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All have fallen short (To see if it's right or wrong to listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you too. To see if you're okay with all the words I say.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow, someone is more equal than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Depending on the words we choose to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A glance at her too long tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But everything I am saying is right in your ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We are all the sisters and the brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Until we find we don't believe the same, like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gary is getting drunk to forget Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sarah is stealing money from her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aaron is lying straight to Jon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; About Megan and the things that went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jessica is a gossip, Laura is a slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Derrick hits Bridget and Ben deals drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Seth spends all his money gambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Joey stopped praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It is all the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We are all the same people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With sinning hearts that make us equal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Here is my hand, not words said desperately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It is not our job to make anyone believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-6172476170633904522?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/6172476170633904522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=6172476170633904522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6172476170633904522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6172476170633904522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/05/m-u-s-i-c.html' title='M U S I C'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-1582702945498103369</id><published>2008-05-01T08:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:57:17.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tisbury Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1sxKwmx4TU"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1sxKwmx4TU" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09187270603403377 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1sxKwmx4TU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1sxKwmx4TU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1sxKwmx4TU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did MAE never release this on their big albums?  Second best song by MAE in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She greets the day with her hair wet&lt;br /&gt;She asks them to vacate the building&lt;br /&gt;Because she's got a plan they don't know yet&lt;br /&gt;And if it goes wrong, there'll be no one to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could just get the word out&lt;br /&gt;God knows she's trying&lt;br /&gt;They're watching her with eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;She's always stuck with the old route&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone knock when they barge in to beat her down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back?&lt;br /&gt;It's all she wants to know&lt;br /&gt;She knows she's part of the problem too&lt;br /&gt;Could she let it go?&lt;br /&gt;It'd take a miracle&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm praying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can know just how she feels&lt;br /&gt;She won't use the phone, she's too tired to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;She's going back to the old way&lt;br /&gt;She sits in the classroom to learn with the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give up when it's easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that me and Jesus will cheer you on?&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one that will be constantly everything you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back?&lt;br /&gt;It's all she wants to know&lt;br /&gt;She knows she's part of the problem too&lt;br /&gt;Could she let it go?&lt;br /&gt;It'd take a miracle&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm praying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;She lives on Tisbury Lane"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-1582702945498103369?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/1582702945498103369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=1582702945498103369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1582702945498103369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/1582702945498103369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/05/tisbury-lane.html' title='Tisbury Lane'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3290381286346695720</id><published>2008-04-28T00:11:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:29:31.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was on the Avalanche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://merelybryce.deviantart.com/art/Tri-Force-83629484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's funny how you can go for so long without having a break, and then all good things rush in at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I helped my (basically) brother, Smedvig, propose to his girlfriend. Well, I didn't help as much as I filmed it. Same thing, though, right? I've never really seen a proposal before, so I was a little skeptical. But, I am very thankful that he invited me to be there for the big question. I left their church soaked in joy from their radiant happiness. It was nice to have the night before I toook the MCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a test last Saturday that I had studied for every day for 90 days. April 19th... I will not forget that day. In the midst of the MCAT, I was not seeing the light. But, when I walked out of there and gave a high five to a girl I will never see again, the light poured in. The pressure sloughed off, and clarity came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I met up with an old friend, Mr. Andrew Nash. He just proposed to his girlfriend. At Starbucks, we talked for a good 3 hours. It was what I needed after the test, just time to relax and catch up with humorous stories. The best part? He asked me to be his best man for his wedding! He didn't plan this, but the wedding is January 3rd... important day (for me). Needless to say, sleep came easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to Rollasponsibilites, another surprise was waiting. Mark Smedvig asked me to be his best for a wedding on Dec. 27th! Of course, I was honored and accepted. So, the end of December/beginning of January is going to be a crazy exciting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of this, I've had some time to take a lot of pictures. I thought I'd relay some up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SBVjPA6y-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sZZp9e0SmO8/s1600-h/IMG_7500_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194166854837533314" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SBVjPA6y-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sZZp9e0SmO8/s320/IMG_7500_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/113/f/c/Tri_Force_by_merelyBryce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/113/f/c/Tri_Force_by_merelyBryce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2007/2444222086_4de3bd05dd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2007/2444222086_4de3bd05dd.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3290381286346695720?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3290381286346695720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3290381286346695720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3290381286346695720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3290381286346695720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-on-avalanche.html' title='I was on the Avalanche'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/SBVjPA6y-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sZZp9e0SmO8/s72-c/IMG_7500_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-6739421207672549526</id><published>2008-03-19T00:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:29:31.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismantle.  Repair.</title><content type='html'>Tonight, my room was discussing Colossians 3 for our room meeting (we're going through colossians).  We took away something pretty cool from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 3:5 says to put to death immorality, impurity, lust... greed.  As my room discussed what this practically looks like, we noticed that a lot of these things slowly fall away without hard work.  I have never sat down and really thought, "How can I be less greedy today?", but today I am much less greedy than before I followed Christ.  So, we decided that this was proof that God works to restore us everyday, and sometimes we don't even notice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verse 8, some more habits are mentioned such as anger, slander, etc.  Again, we all agreed that some of these things fall away themselves.  One of my favorite verses is 1 Peter 5:10 - It basically confirms that God will restore us- "perfect, confirm, strengthen and establish".  I love this reminder because it inspires hope.  Day by day, God is working on us, breaking down, even "putting to death" our faults, and He is building up new habits, thoughts and ways in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of a great song by Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Help me&lt;br /&gt;Save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh, woah&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna change now&lt;br /&gt;For the better&lt;br /&gt;And woah, oh&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you&lt;br /&gt;Lines and phrases like knives&lt;br /&gt;Your words can cut me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dismantle me down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've dismantled me&lt;br /&gt;You've dismantled me"&lt;br /&gt;~Dismantle. Repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I have to tell you about postsecret.com.  Basically, people send in their secrets on postcards to this guy, and he posts them on the web.  Some are big, some are almost pointless, some are sad and others are hilarious.   It's a way to find release, I guess, but I like to read them just to know that people deal with the same things I do.  I found this one that I could have made myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R-CtPwZoh4I/AAAAAAAAABM/6-G8PXjxJjU/s1600-h/vulnerable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R-CtPwZoh4I/AAAAAAAAABM/6-G8PXjxJjU/s320/vulnerable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179330057678129026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a word of caution before you get too excited - most cards are very real and shocking, so be prepared for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;B ryce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-6739421207672549526?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/6739421207672549526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=6739421207672549526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6739421207672549526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/6739421207672549526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/03/dismantle-repair.html' title='Dismantle.  Repair.'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R-CtPwZoh4I/AAAAAAAAABM/6-G8PXjxJjU/s72-c/vulnerable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-3345504596213409613</id><published>2008-03-07T09:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:43:44.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This post isn't a cop-out or a filler, there was a lot of thought put into it; it's a great reminder, or even better, a great thing to never forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make every effort to live in peace with all men and to be holy;&lt;br /&gt;without holiness no one will see the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-3345504596213409613?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/3345504596213409613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=3345504596213409613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3345504596213409613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/3345504596213409613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-post-isnt-cop-out-or-filler-there.html' title='This post isn&apos;t a cop-out or a filler, there was a lot of thought put into it; it&apos;s a great reminder, or even better, a great thing to never forget.'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5554213128416520453</id><published>2008-02-21T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:50:48.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalks in the Snow</title><content type='html'>Life is like walking on sidewalks in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;The only way to see if you're still on the sidewalk is to look back and study your footprints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5554213128416520453?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5554213128416520453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5554213128416520453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5554213128416520453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5554213128416520453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/02/sidewalks-in-snow.html' title='Sidewalks in the Snow'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-5876302513402977174</id><published>2008-02-17T20:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:29:32.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessary Nonsensicality.</title><content type='html'>I needed a lighter post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did no work on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a ton today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MoMiner made me risk the weather to snap some pictures of Lions Club Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R7js8b31ONI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wO7DFWPcYJA/s1600-h/IMG_1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R7js8b31ONI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wO7DFWPcYJA/s320/IMG_1229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168141095425882322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for me. (and, I guess for you too now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I guess I'm crazy, but I cut my finger today, and I really wanted a picture of it.  So, here's two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R7juDL31OOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6GDu9Gz5MXA/s1600-h/IMG_1253_0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R7juDL31OOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6GDu9Gz5MXA/s320/IMG_1253_0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168142310901627106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R7juyb31OPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9IsJH6B4bMg/s1600-h/IMG_1260_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R7juyb31OPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9IsJH6B4bMg/s320/IMG_1260_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168143122650446066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok.  You can think it. I like to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bryce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long should it take somebody&lt;br /&gt;Before they can be someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know there's got to be another level,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere closer to the other side&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm feeling like it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;Can I break the spell of the typical?&lt;br /&gt;~Mutemath (Typical)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-5876302513402977174?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/5876302513402977174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=5876302513402977174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5876302513402977174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/5876302513402977174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/02/necessary-nonsensicality.html' title='Necessary Nonsensicality.'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bx8JlefbFOQ/R7js8b31ONI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wO7DFWPcYJA/s72-c/IMG_1229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-8948759601073428542</id><published>2008-02-15T00:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:13:33.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5-4-07</title><content type='html'>I found some really inspiring words from...myself.  I wrote all last spring semester and had forgotten about what had happened and what was going on until I read some old notebook.  I found this entry encouraging (who would think you could encourage yourself?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dated 5-4-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can feel a change coming.  A sobering change.  I think I'm going to grow up.  Yeah, that sounds cheesy, but it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live for God?  Well, it's time to get serious, cling to His promises, and start doing it.  It's time to start communicating with people for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a doctor?  It's time to study.  Time to memorize.  Time to get serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be there for people, help them through this life.  It's time to be honest, time to think about the effects of my decisions.  "A life with meaning can't exist with a life with happiness".  I think God has made it possible.  I need to start showing some joy.  Start smiling more.  Stop complaining.  Be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to "embrace life".  I have to stop thinking about what people think of me.  I have to start thinking about what God thinks of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to do things- not because I want to, but because I'm called to, or must do for others.  It's time to let the video games go.  Time to let lust go.  Time to stop making excuses, and be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the guy&lt;/span&gt;.  It's time for action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bryce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;I think, although people won't admit it, people look on Christians and judge our standards.  Now, why do they care if we mess up?  If there is no God, then what we do should not matter to them.  But, it does.  When they need someone, they see God in us and trust.  I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For your salvation I wait, Oh Lord."  Genesis 49:18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018785699746924302-8948759601073428542?l=brycethink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/feeds/8948759601073428542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018785699746924302&amp;postID=8948759601073428542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/8948759601073428542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018785699746924302/posts/default/8948759601073428542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brycethink.blogspot.com/2008/02/5-4-07.html' title='5-4-07'/><author><name>Bryce Hamilton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05534155940382104988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB5Bnqgzw5I/TWV2XSUmEaI/AAAAAAAAL5s/7gt9m0vSlvU/s220/32445_385565391658_630776658_4168725_6024533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018785699746924302.post-2956683655092749540</id><published>2008-02-12T23:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:26:30.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest Thinkings part II</title><content type='html'>I can hear my Physical Chemistry lab report screaming for completion, but there's a few thoughts a'brewing that must come out somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's Honest Thinkings part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  God wants us to fall more in love with Him every day.  I was reminded of this tonight as I walked to UC East.  Above me, the stars where shining, as they do, but below, on the layers of ice, another display was beginning.  The streetlights made heavens below my feet as the light reflected off tiny pieces of ice, blinking in new patterns with every step.  God wants to dazzle us everyday.  And he often does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  After every discussion about righteousness or false teaching or most anything to do with Christianity, I realize that what I do always comes down to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;I do it.  If the motivations are wrong, the action is wrong, no matter how 'righteous' the action makes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I glance over my motivations, and I honestly ask myself why I do things, I don't like what I see.  Do I go to church to visit with God, or because I 'have to' (what would people think of me if I never went to church?).  Do I help people so my Christian friends will think I'm a super-cool follower of God, or am I trying to display God's love to a neighbor?  Why do I want to be a doctor?  Why do I exercise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not do your acts of righteousness before men &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be seen by them&lt;/span&gt;.  If you do, you will receive no reward from your Father in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our room has been going through the Sermon on the Mount.  As we finished today, I thought about how simply not sinning is not Jesus' whole plan for us.  It's step 1.  Step 2 is realizing we have a body and a mind to show others around us our God (through various means).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to sit in the CCH and not sin.  It's easy to be dazzled by God in the joy we find.  And, it's easy to leave things at that.  But I think Jesus calls me to more than this.  He calls us to do good.  In the study we just finished
