<?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-4029476</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:00:51.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow myself to introduce...myself.</title><subtitle type='html'>Gas, break, honk.  Gas, break, honk.  Honk, honk, punch.  Gas, Gas, Gas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107649009920565470</id><published>2004-02-11T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T01:04:06.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new blog: www.threegofred.blogspot.comenter the new millenium.  4 years late.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107649009920565470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107649009920565470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107649009920565470' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107638644619907078</id><published>2004-02-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T20:16:31.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the weather was great today.  can't wait until the summer when i'll go swimming every day.  i remember when i used to go to this river in korea and my cousins and i would swim in it all day and eat ramen, popsicles, and watermelon while sitting in the water.  i'm definitely going to repeat that one of these summers.  just go to the river and bum it all summer long...until then, i shall remain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107638644619907078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107638644619907078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638644619907078' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107631773960317388</id><published>2004-02-09T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T01:11:23.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if there's one subject i don't like, it's european history.  i can't handle studying so many countries at one time.  right now i have to study for a world map quiz tomorrow in which i have to label 15 obscure places.   the professor gave us a list of 250 to memorize.  and 15 will be on the quiz, which is worth 5%...does he want me to study for this thing or not?  i'm considering just "aw, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107631773960317388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107631773960317388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107631773960317388' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107618787302178083</id><published>2004-02-07T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T13:06:55.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>instant spanish rice is good.  especially with beef brisket.  perfect home-cooked meal.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107618787302178083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107618787302178083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618787302178083' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107596269057127048</id><published>2004-02-04T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T22:33:49.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dude...every time i think about the "chop the liver" remark at sophomore retreat, i crack up.  what a jiho...hahahahahahaha.  ask me to tell this story to you in person...it's too hilarious to handle.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107596269057127048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107596269057127048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107596269057127048' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107578543490090867</id><published>2004-02-02T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:19:30.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the L&amp;S advisors here are nice.  i try hard to keep up a professional attitude when i'm talking to adults (preparing myself for the journalism world) and so it's a little awkward for me when the adult is being cool and i'm trying to be professional.  so to compensate, i smile a lot and giggle.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107578543490090867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107578543490090867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107578543490090867' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107571361596306094</id><published>2004-02-02T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T01:22:30.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at sophomore retreat, there was one phrase that really stuck with me: the righteous man always rises back up every time he falls.  or something like that.  as is the case with all things that i like, you'll probably hear me talk about this one thing for a long time, or at least until the next big thing pops up.  i went bowling today and i found out that bowling really isn't half as much fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107571361596306094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107571361596306094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107571361596306094' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107527027479399391</id><published>2004-01-27T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T22:13:23.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's no love like the love of family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107527027479399391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107527027479399391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107527027479399391' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107474518152403838</id><published>2004-01-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:21:41.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey folks, new screen name:threegofredfor those of you that don't know, "three go" is a phrase used in the game of "go-stop," the game you play with those little red korean playing cards.  the game is crazy.  even online:www.hangame.net...if you can get your hands on a korean social security number, sign up and play.  for those of you who can't read korean, just look at the cool pictures </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107474518152403838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107474518152403838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474518152403838' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107407616613186424</id><published>2004-01-14T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T02:31:16.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yipe.  i think i'd like to take a year off after i graduate college, because breaks are just too good.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107407616613186424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107407616613186424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107407616613186424' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107406232086440675</id><published>2004-01-13T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:40:30.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my first pc bang.  lineage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107406232086440675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107406232086440675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107406232086440675' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107406229527199410</id><published>2004-01-13T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:40:04.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my first pc bang.  lineage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107406229527199410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107406229527199410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107406229527199410' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107398675751925763</id><published>2004-01-13T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T01:41:05.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i burned my butt because i sat on overheated sauna benches.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107398675751925763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107398675751925763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107398675751925763' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107392303638019332</id><published>2004-01-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:43:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw the snow!i went to "min sok chon" (a traditional korean village/museum/amusement park) with my cousins and it started snowing like crazy.  i went sledding for the first time in my life and enjoyed it thoroughly.  afterwards, ate good street vendor food and basked in my hope come true.  watching snow build up on huge trees and flurry-ing down on all the humans is...just great. and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107392303638019332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107392303638019332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392303638019332' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107338581718005630</id><published>2004-01-06T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T02:45:16.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry if my blog is starting to piss people off because all i do is talk about my vacation in south korea.  on that note:today, i went to "nam dae mun" for the fourth time during my stay here and bought a grip of stuff for myself that was originally meant to serve as gifts to others.  man, i'm selfish.  most notable was a pair of shoes with wheels on the heels.  aw jeah!  i always got jealous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107338581718005630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107338581718005630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107338581718005630' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107321197037646476</id><published>2004-01-04T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T02:27:47.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been on a weeklong tour of south korea so i have been out of commission on my blog updating.  some thoughts for now:-if i leave korea without having seen snow falling in the city...i will just be sad.  -where are all the arcades?  -i've become an avid bargainer.  the secret: say you're a poor student, shove the money in the person's hand, and forcefully say "thank you."  -there are, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107321197037646476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107321197037646476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107321197037646476' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107278156793304956</id><published>2003-12-30T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T02:54:17.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really enjoy korean tv.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107278156793304956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107278156793304956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107278156793304956' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107268845901933524</id><published>2003-12-29T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T01:02:27.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to nam dae mun and myung dong, both shopping centers.  i got myself a fobby shirt.  jeah!  there are so many stores on the streets.  it's endless.  and so busy.  i like it.  i like the food, i like the smell, i like the places, i like the people.  i predict post-korea depression kicking in when i go back to the states.  i kind of hope i start hating it here before i go back so it won't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107268845901933524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107268845901933524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107268845901933524' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107252640450783671</id><published>2003-12-27T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T04:01:31.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is it about south korea that i like so much?  the massive amount of shops on the street, the hustle &amp; bustle, the weather, and being able to walk around instead of always having a car.  oh yes, and i also enjoy fitting in with my people.  allow me to explain.  usually when i go to the gym in america, i always get intimidated because everyone else is huge.  but here, i no longer feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107252640450783671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107252640450783671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107252640450783671' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107236053350349971</id><published>2003-12-25T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T05:56:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the LAX international airport is one of my favorite places to be.  pilot?  not a bad career choice...it'll stand as my fourth option, right behind journalist, producer, and lawyer.  i'm in south korea now and the weather is wimpy.  it's not that cold and i haven't seen any snow.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107236053350349971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107236053350349971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107236053350349971' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107223022455841514</id><published>2003-12-23T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T17:45:06.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i leave for south korea tomorrow.  i'm going to get fobbed out for sure.  looking forward to the airplane ride and the selection of movies they'll be showing...hope they're good.  not looking forward to having to hold my poo in for the entire flying duration.  i refuse to poo in a piece of metal tin.  that's sick dude.  if any of you all want shtuff from the land of the kimchi pizza, let me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107223022455841514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107223022455841514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107223022455841514' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107217425651567513</id><published>2003-12-23T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T02:41:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winter Bash 2003 was fun.  thanks to all my high school friends for a great start to what looks to be a wonderful winter break.  the yetty and schmick group is such a cool bunch of little tycoons.  who else creates trademark get togethers complete with advertisements and annual schedules?  i desperately wanted a Christmas party this season and I got one.  we played "apples to apples," the new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107217425651567513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107217425651567513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107217425651567513' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107181399139087700</id><published>2003-12-18T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T22:07:46.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i made up a new word today: nexle.  nexle: the state of not being able to express laughter because the subject is too hilarious; the feeling of having one's heart hurt because the moment is so hilarious but not being capable of venting it.  example: man, that show is so funny - it nexles me.  this happened two times this past week: watching family guy at nancy's, and watching albert accuse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107181399139087700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107181399139087700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181399139087700' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107174680456142280</id><published>2003-12-18T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T03:27:58.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saw "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King" tonight and it was pretty a-okay.  as was expected, the battle scenes were amazing and the emotion was running high.  i tried to get myself to cry (this would have been only the second movie in history that made me cry) but it didn't work.  i think one of the problems was that i kept thinking how much frodo baggins looks like rachel dratch from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107174680456142280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107174680456142280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107174680456142280' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107171336588920515</id><published>2003-12-17T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T18:10:39.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aw jeah baby.  i'm done with finals!  thank God (literally) for pulling me through with a minimal amount of battle scars.  tests weren't too bad and i think i did pretty well this semester.  looking back, fall semester of '03 has been a great learning experience.  it was a time for self-examination and a lot of reflecting on what makes fred lee, fred lee.  i have learned a great deal about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107171336588920515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107171336588920515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171336588920515' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107165832780065106</id><published>2003-12-17T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T02:53:21.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>linguistics 155 is kicking my butt.  so many times i've been tempted to just screw it.  i think i'm pulling my first all nighter of the semester tonight.  pretty ironic that my first all nighter is on the very last day.  so ironic it's funny.  hahahah.  hahhaha.  haha.  ha.  no.  i'm just looking forward to having breakfast at the super dc at 7 in the morning.  thanks sun!</summary><link rel='edit' 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there are a number of children who have siblings and it amazes me how much they do for each other.  you'd think that, as miniscule tykes, they would be too selfish to think about their older or younger brother/sister but it's crazy to see how mature their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107146044826882076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107146044826882076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107146044826882076' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107139579231957793</id><published>2003-12-14T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:57:40.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a good day.  good enough to make everything seem pretty okay.  these kinds of days kind of erase the stupidness of all the other days and make a person feel g-double o-dizzle.  brother's accountability, telegraph blocked off from traffic and filled with street side vendors, buying myself an awesome puppet, hanging out with the woman of the hour: nancy, playing metroid on game cube, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107139579231957793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107139579231957793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107139579231957793' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107130744037691023</id><published>2003-12-13T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T01:33:55.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Top 20 Ways To Get Kicked Out of a LOTR Return of the King Screening:1. Stand up halfway through the movie and yell loudly, "Wait... where the hell is Harry Potter?"2. Block the entrance to the theater while screaming: "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" 3. At some point during the movie, stand up and shout: "I must go! Middle Earth needs me!" and run and try to jump into the screen. After bouncing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107130744037691023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107130744037691023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107130744037691023' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107122903041519472</id><published>2003-12-12T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T03:38:16.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>favorite words: bakayaron (japanese for dumb shekki) and industrizzle (industrialization + shizzle).  that latter one was the result of the poli sci study group we had today.  i look forward to these study groups because they always end up being a lot more fun than work.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107122903041519472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107122903041519472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107122903041519472' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107117633233688442</id><published>2003-12-11T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T12:59:57.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all i do these days is look at blogs, watch seinfeld, and do pushups.  and although i am now fully aware of what my friends are doing, can recite bits of "the soup nazi" episode by memory, and am a little bit sexier, I'M NOT STUDYING!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107117633233688442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107117633233688442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117633233688442' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107112802311668451</id><published>2003-12-10T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:35:30.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i lug my umbrella around when it doesn't rain and neglect to carry it around when it does.  what can i say - the rain loves me.  it wants to...caress my skin?  hahahahaha.  let's keep this pg-13.  boy, am i looking forward to friday, when i can write, "1 down, 2 to go."  i was perusing through some xanga entries, and i found one of danny yoon's from last year.  i think it was seriously one of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107112802311668451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107112802311668451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107112802311668451' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107103935351143839</id><published>2003-12-09T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T22:56:56.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another seinfeld moment:elaine: david, i'm going to hell!  the worst place in the world!  with devils and those caves and the ragged clothing!  and the heat!  my God, the heat!  i mean, what do you think about all that?putty: it'll be rough.elaine: ugh!  you should be trying to save me!putty: don't boss me! ... this is why you're going to hell.elaine: i am not going to hell!  and if you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107103935351143839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107103935351143839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103935351143839' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107097558702620802</id><published>2003-12-09T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T13:44:38.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes "seinfeld" just hits the spot.  they are so neurotic that it makes me feel good.  i guess it takes your attention away from other things by the way it focuses on such inane stuff, such as chocolate bobka:jerry: that's the last bobka, they got the last bobka!elaine: i know, they're going in first with the last bobka!jerry: that was our bobka!elaine: you can't beat a bobka!jerry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107097558702620802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107097558702620802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107097558702620802' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107086856350585683</id><published>2003-12-07T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T00:06:41.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the theme song from the movie "the patriot" is awesome.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107086856350585683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107086856350585683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086856350585683' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107078414716201478</id><published>2003-12-07T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T00:03:27.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man!  can't get any motivation to study these days.  i'm scared of linguistics.  what was once a source of pleasure has turned into a raging 19 pages of memorization monstrosity.  hiking in the rain is fun.  it gets all muddy and slippery and you have no choice but to get down and dirty while climbing the hillsides.  am i going to die or not?  am i going to fall and break my leg?  that's where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107078414716201478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107078414716201478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107078414716201478' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107073803004996988</id><published>2003-12-06T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T11:16:41.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today when some of my class people went to people's park to hand out care packages, a homeless man, glen, came and spoke with us awhile.what did i get out of it?  he talked about how he went to the synagogue in berkeley and how powerfully he felt God's presence, even days after the service.  it made me really want kcpc to be like that as well.  when people come to the church, do they leave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107073803004996988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107073803004996988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107073803004996988' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107068534271514814</id><published>2003-12-05T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T20:45:55.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for some reason, my jokes haven't been faring very well lately.  when i practice them in my head, they are a riot.  sometimes they're so hilarious that i can't help but to laugh out loud.  but when i vocalize them, all i'm meant with is the sound of a single voice of laughter, which is, you guessed it, my own.  i think my delivery is great, so it must be the actual content.  i think i just need</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107068534271514814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107068534271514814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068534271514814' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107065670622268519</id><published>2003-12-05T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T12:39:25.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.-Isaiah 55: 10-11</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107065670622268519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107065670622268519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065670622268519' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107061750510981096</id><published>2003-12-05T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T01:50:06.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107061750510981096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107061750510981096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107061750510981096' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107061115267537587</id><published>2003-12-04T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T00:00:09.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had our last "Scary Movies Underground...Roar! ~Freak" outing today.  had a great time tasting all the samples at emery bay.  the next date is december 13th, folks.  rubios, pasta pomodoro, coldstone, and other restaurants are giving away free samples.  makes for a good dinner.  there is a general consensus that SMURF will fall apart next semester.  we'll just see about that.  although we will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107061115267537587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107061115267537587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107061115267537587' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107057662491667662</id><published>2003-12-04T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T14:24:41.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got caught in the rain today.  escorted a lady to the library by holding my jacket over our heads.  yup, that's right!  just like in the movies.  i am so money!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107057662491667662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107057662491667662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107057662491667662' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107052655434807637</id><published>2003-12-04T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T00:30:10.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY PRINTER IS A NAUGHTY ONE.  was it in the movie "office space" where the workers bash their computers?  that is what i would like to do right now to my printer.  if it had feelings, i think i'd tell it nobody loved it, just to see it cry.  today was the last day of community circuits tutoring and the only thing i'm going to miss is this little kid named cameron.  man, that kid has a big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107052655434807637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107052655434807637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107052655434807637' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107043605061820606</id><published>2003-12-02T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:07:14.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If anyone considers himself religious and yet does not keep a tight rein on his tongue, he deceives himself and his religion is worthless. Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.-James 1:26-27  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107043605061820606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107043605061820606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043605061820606' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107042763429553164</id><published>2003-12-02T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:01:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow i don't want to do anything.  what a slump!  i guess it's the post-thanksgiving break blues.  there is a GSI (equivalent to a Teacher's Assistant) strike going on here at Berkeley, and I must say that I am hoping with all my might that my finals will be cancelled.  cancel it.  CANCEL IT.  today i poked myself in the eye and i lost my contact.  luckily, i eventually found it on the ground,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107042763429553164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107042763429553164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042763429553164' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-107033260554864566</id><published>2003-12-01T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T18:37:38.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>over thanksgiving break, i got the stomach flu for the first time in my life.  what a milestone!  my family and i ate thanksgiving dinner at this italian restaurant in mgm and it gave me the runs.  it was a five course meal that took about 2 and a half hours to eat and i must say, i was disappointed.  shame, shame.  i'll take LA CAPILLA over that place any day.  but back to my bout with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107033260554864566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/107033260554864566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107033260554864566' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106974365488334925</id><published>2003-11-24T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T23:02:30.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm really going to miss berkeley when it's time to graduate.  i think too far ahead.  maybe it's because i've learned how quickly time flies, and consequently, how rapidly a great experience comes and goes.  even though a lot of times i get tired of stuff, there are several occasions when i'm sitting at home and this feeling of nostalgia mixed with dread and sadness sweeps over me when i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106974365488334925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106974365488334925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974365488334925' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106972602713165923</id><published>2003-11-24T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T18:07:50.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was in the library today when the fire alarm rang.  everyone started vacating the premises.  this is what went through my mind:"aw man!  do i really have to leave?  i need to write my paper..."whatta nerd!  i would rather risk my life and write a paper than flee to safety.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106972602713165923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106972602713165923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972602713165923' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106966546458561487</id><published>2003-11-24T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T01:18:26.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a crazy good time at thanksgiving potluck today.  it was held at the same place that we had it last year, piedmont 106.  i had a great time last year too...that apartment must be special.  i ate a lot of good food, which is basically a given for thanksgiving dinners.  but the best part was playing games with everyone.  haven't laughed like that in a long long time.  we played movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106966546458561487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106966546458561487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106966546458561487' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106957745589783533</id><published>2003-11-23T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T00:51:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i catch myself getting caught up in petty things.  PETTY.  remember in kindergarten when you would start wailing because your friend took the blue crayon, even though there were plenty of other perfectly swell blue crayons lying around?  that kind of petty.  it's easy to get all riled up over petty stuff.  at any particular moment i'm angry/sad/upset, i ask myself why, and 8 times out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106957745589783533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106957745589783533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106957745589783533' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106952921377535244</id><published>2003-11-22T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T11:27:33.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brother's accountability was really good today.  i thoroughly enjoyed meeting with them and praying together.  felt refreshing.  i'm lucky that i have so many opportunities for prayer with brothers and sisters in Christ.  what a sweet way to start off a saturday.  in reading Isaiah, I've realized how earnestly God wants us.  HE REALLY REALLY REALLY WANTS US.  it's almost painful to see how much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106952921377535244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106952921377535244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106952921377535244' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106944116885383149</id><published>2003-11-21T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T11:00:06.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to work on my phone skills.  for those of you that know me, you know how much i hate talking on the phone and how terrible my phone conversations are.  they usually go something like this:friend: "hey fred, what's up?"me: "uh huh."friend: "how was your day?"me: "uh huh."friend: "yada yada what have you"me: "uh huh."friend: "more yada yada what have you"me: "uh huh."friend: "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106944116885383149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106944116885383149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944116885383149' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106934946658092854</id><published>2003-11-20T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T09:31:43.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nice and clean.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106934946658092854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106934946658092854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106934946658092854' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106929720685274090</id><published>2003-11-19T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T19:00:43.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Christmas season is upon us!  as i walked down telegraph avenue with all its holiday decorations, I felt like I could actually smell the Christmas spirit.  it turned out to be a cigar that a local homeless man was smoking.  but anyway!  this is when it all starts...the season's greetings, the hope, the sappy feelings of &lt;3, and the rejuvenated child-like excitement.  forget you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106929720685274090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106929720685274090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929720685274090' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106920833670145352</id><published>2003-11-18T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:24:45.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>several things made me laugh by myself today.  1.  while i was walking to class, the cal band started playing from atop the campanile (the campus watch tower).  it made me extremely happy.  as you might have guessed, it reminded me of the good 'ol days when i used to be in band.  i remember during Christmas season, our band directors and some others would play Christmas carols in the middle of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106920833670145352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106920833670145352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106920833670145352' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106914059345020381</id><published>2003-11-17T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:30:27.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have two papers due tomorrow, and i have finished them.  for some reason, i hear that "we will, we will, rock you, rock you" song playing in my head.  i think i knew the lyrics a long time ago, but now i forgot them.  i vaguely remember them going something like, "hit 'em up and sock you."  do you ever have those times when you do something and it's so nappy that even you feel repulsed by it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106914059345020381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106914059345020381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914059345020381' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106904975948868716</id><published>2003-11-16T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:16:31.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is what i titled my political science paper on industrialization:From Farm to Factory: Awakening Political Sensesi really like it.  look at that alliteration action!when i'm writing papers, this is what i like to do:-view the paper at 75% because the pages seem to fill up a lot faster.-wait to title the paper until after the entire thing is done.  this way, thinking up a title is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106904975948868716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106904975948868716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904975948868716' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106897271756239473</id><published>2003-11-16T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T00:52:28.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to the exploratorium and the tactile dome (located adjacent to the palace of fine arts) today with the 3rd and 4th graders in awana and it was so much fun!  dang it today was a blessed day.  praise the Lord.some of my favorite memories:-the tactile dome smelled overwhelmingly of feet.  -i touched cow eyes!  that was nappy.  i didn't want to do it but conrad and hyeuk ju kept forcing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106897271756239473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106897271756239473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106897271756239473' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106884084660924758</id><published>2003-11-14T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T12:14:35.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just had a crazy action-packed dream:so apparently me and a couple of other people - my wife and jahndee and some others i can't remember - were being targeted by two others who shall remain nameless cuz i don't want them to receive any negative backlash.  they were trying to shoot us but the crazy thing is, they had motion sensors that could detect us wherever we went, unless we went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106884084660924758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106884084660924758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884084660924758' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106876460328308582</id><published>2003-11-13T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T15:10:22.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>every time i see a picture of the terminator in one of his movies, i can't help but think, "he's our governor?"  weird.  who would have thought?  just goes to show you how life is completely out of our control and how much we need to say, "alright i don't know what's going on, so Lord, I'll let You take care of it."  if anyone had said ten years ago during a showing of "eraser" that this man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106876460328308582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106876460328308582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876460328308582' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106869210804055837</id><published>2003-11-12T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T18:56:01.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday, i was walking down the street when roach came from behind and grabbed me.  i accidentally squeezed out a fart.  he literally made me so scared that i farted.  i was watching the tv show "scrubs" and one of the lines was "i'm so proud i could poo."  that was funny.  i really like those kinds of statements.  you know how several posts ago i told you that one kind of humor i really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106869210804055837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106869210804055837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869210804055837' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106861290467309599</id><published>2003-11-11T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:57:11.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a fun &amp; productive day today.  class reading isn't as horrible as i always think it is.  it's exhilarating slowly checking off the assignments that you accomplish.  when you go to starbucks during the wintertime, get a "vanilla mocha cream with peppermint and rasberry topped with whipped cream and red sprinkles."  they had samples and i ate a sample and the sample was good.  who knew a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106861290467309599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106861290467309599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861290467309599' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106853377735394162</id><published>2003-11-10T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T22:56:41.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't remember where this was brought to my attention, but it's interesting to note the different blogger advertisements people have at the tops of their blogs.  here are a few interesting ones i saw:-esther: "rib eye steak" &amp; "meat cut your way"-basile: "stop nosebleeds instantly"-dennis: "hyperhidrosis usa: treatment for excessive sweating, blushing, Raynaud's disease"-alice: "super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106853377735394162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106853377735394162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106853377735394162' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106850064541771246</id><published>2003-11-10T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T13:44:29.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i will finish my linguistics paper by wednesday night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106850064541771246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106850064541771246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850064541771246' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106845753768431314</id><published>2003-11-10T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T01:46:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>congratulations to pastor eugene for getting ordained and becoming a reverend.it's pretty crazy to see God's great dream for someone come true right in front of your eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106845753768431314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106845753768431314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106845753768431314' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106836595310018553</id><published>2003-11-09T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T00:19:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to the jars of clay/caedmon's call concert today.  at first i really didn't want to go because i wasn't feeling it but i decided to go because i figured it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.  i'm glad i went because it turned out to be pretty fun.  the best parts:*when jars of clay played "worlds apart."  man this song is my favorite of all time.*when jars of clay played a really short </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106836595310018553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106836595310018553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106836595310018553' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106828904394945962</id><published>2003-11-08T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T02:58:15.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw "the matrix: revolution" today and it was aiight.  i was expecting a horrid movie because i heard people laughed throughout the entire showing, but it was okay.  there was a really vocal guy that kept on disrupting the movie by making loud comments.  the minute i first heard him i thought to myself, "yes!  this is a great opportunity to capitalize on unfortunate circumstances!"you see, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106828904394945962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106828904394945962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106828904394945962' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106820094606406993</id><published>2003-11-07T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T02:29:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we had an exhilarating volleyball game today.  it was our very last one for the semester and we lost by one point!  they won the first game, we won the second, and the third game's score was 17-16.  crazy.and yet we still won the match...how does that work?!they actually had to forfeit because not enough players showed up.  but we played the game anyway.  so we ended up being third to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106820094606406993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106820094606406993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820094606406993' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106816806716367722</id><published>2003-11-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T17:21:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've fallen...in love...with sleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106816806716367722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106816806716367722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106816806716367722' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106809700270339309</id><published>2003-11-05T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:38:22.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had one of the most meaningful days i've ever had.  i went to "redeeming columbine," a presentation by the father of rachel scott, who died in the Columbine High School shootings, and God's role in everything that has happened.  it was incredible to see how real and miraculous the relationship between God and Rachel was.  she was so spiritually strong and so eager to serve!  kindness and its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106809700270339309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106809700270339309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809700270339309' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-10680197856750858</id><published>2003-11-05T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T00:10:02.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, maroon 5 is pretty good.  i am feeling it.  let us leave it at that.  :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/10680197856750858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/10680197856750858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10680197856750858' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106799996317168356</id><published>2003-11-04T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:39:39.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hey, if you were a hotdog and you were starving, would you eat yourself?  I know I would.  First, I'd smother myself with brown mustard and relish...I'd be so delicious."-Will Ferrell as "Harry Caray"DANG.  Will Ferrell is the funniest guy ever.  I hope one day, I will get to eat dinner with him and Homer Simpson.  That would be the best day.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106799996317168356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106799996317168356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799996317168356' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106793670578925305</id><published>2003-11-04T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T01:06:49.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think maturity has a lot to do with being confident in who you are as an individual.  random thought as i was perusing through the xangas of some of my friends in high school.  not to say that i'm anywhere close to being substantially mature, but dude, sometimes i'd like to go talk to these kids and make some sense in their lives.  drinking, cussing, hating, dating...there's so much i want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106793670578925305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106793670578925305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106793670578925305' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106788675517953694</id><published>2003-11-03T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:12:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it started to rain while i was jogging and so i had to run home.  on the way, i figured i looked so cool running in the rain that i decided to pretend i was in a movie.  you know those movie scenes where the guy runs through the rain to meet his dying girlfriend, or to watch his loved one leave on a train, or to save someone from DEATH.  yeah i was pretending to be in one of those scenes.  i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106788675517953694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106788675517953694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788675517953694' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106776000275850075</id><published>2003-11-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T00:01:48.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they say a picture says a thousand words.  a random picture that came to mind today was the photograph of my class standing in front of the bus after last year's freshman lock-in.  dang i feel the memories gushing back in.  stuff that i vividly remember: playing around with balloons with david cho and jess and talking about how crazy it was that they're from maryland...listening to david wee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106776000275850075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106776000275850075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106776000275850075' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106769572100141816</id><published>2003-11-01T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T06:08:52.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a great time playing with the little kids at hallelujah night and had a great time playing with the big kids at mafia.  six hours of mafia.  it never ends.  i always die in the first round.  nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106769572100141816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106769572100141816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769572100141816' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106753606922601282</id><published>2003-10-30T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T09:47:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"can i get a witness?!"this has been stuck in my head for a while now.  i think it might be kirk franklin.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106753606922601282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106753606922601282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106753606922601282' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106747936891843547</id><published>2003-10-29T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T19:13:42.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"eh.  whatever, homie."  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106747936891843547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106747936891843547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747936891843547' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106732856667185983</id><published>2003-10-28T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T00:09:33.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something is seriously wrong here.i've been trying to download "where is the love" by black eyed peas but whenever i do, the music is full of static.  i think that the company is trying to prevent humans like me from getting their music off of the internet.  i thought it was just them, but today i tried downloading "harder to breathe" by maroon 5 and "ghetto music" by outkast and the same exact</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106732856667185983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106732856667185983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106732856667185983' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106723567385606362</id><published>2003-10-26T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T22:21:18.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>English Ministry Retreat was fun.  I think my favorite moments were listening to Pastor Rich Craven talk about the need to maintain our dreams and sustain deep relationships, getting to know the freshmen and the youth group kids, playing mafia from 11pm to 7am, playing volleyball with reverend ryan who is a hoot and holler, and watching shooting stars.  wowie wow wow.I'm so glad i went.  i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106723567385606362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106723567385606362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106723567385606362' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106697692042084974</id><published>2003-10-23T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T23:28:40.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i would like to drift down a river on an innertube.  and then go fishing and eat the fish that i catch.  even though i really don't like fish, i'd eat it anyway because i caught it.  i'd stick it on a fairly clean branch and then roast it over a campfire...OH YEAH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106697692042084974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106697692042084974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106697692042084974' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106680299203110488</id><published>2003-10-21T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T23:09:52.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking forward to south korea during the winter.  there are a lot of things that are exciting me:-the airport and the airplane ride.  there's nothing quite like the exhilarating atmosphere while briskly walking through the airport, waiting for takeoff, and settling in for a smooth ride.  i love the food, the in-flight movies, and the perfect reading time.  i hate the airport when i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106680299203110488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106680299203110488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680299203110488' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106664426180063734</id><published>2003-10-20T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T03:04:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was listening to a playlist on my computer and this one song came up that i downloaded but never got around to listening to.  when i heard it i was taken aback at how beautiful it was.  the voice sounded very angelic and the lyrics were really poignant...so biblically centered and so many thoughts that i've never heard expressed before.Nichole Nordeman - Small EnoughOh, GREAT GOD, BE SMALL </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106664426180063734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106664426180063734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106664426180063734' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106654773709446817</id><published>2003-10-19T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T00:21:42.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my perception of the upperclassmen is that they are way too cool for me.  even though i may hang out with them, i still get intimidated because they're really cool.  no joke.  i stand in awe when their phones start ringing off the hook or they hang out with their friends or when their friends come over and chill.  i feel kind of embarassed to say this, but i get sort of uncomfortable because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106654773709446817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106654773709446817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106654773709446817' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106647144256427067</id><published>2003-10-18T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T03:04:02.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm the type of person that goes all or nothing, especially when it comes to food.  i try not to eat too late because i know that, first of all, it's bad for you, and second of all, once i start, i will not stop.  i was pretty good tonight up until the cookies came out.  so being the weak sauce that i am, i gave in and started chuggin 'em down.  i ate the cookies, pound cake, bree with crackers, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106647144256427067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106647144256427067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106647144256427067' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106637200714773034</id><published>2003-10-16T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T23:26:46.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am currently in a state of euphoria.The Olympic Volleyball Team won its first game tonight!  Praise God!Dude, we were so excited!  After having lost many close games (and some not so close) we finally clinched our very first victory.  who would have thought?  we, a team mostly made up of complete novices, won a game against "The Haastile Takeover," a team comprised of Haas graduate students</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106637200714773034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106637200714773034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106637200714773034' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106629662104764620</id><published>2003-10-16T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T02:30:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for those of you that know, one element of humour that i really enjoy is disjunction.  i like it when one part of a statement has nothing to do with the other part.  like this:"i went to the ice cream store and they didn't have cookies 'n' cream.  it made me sad, and it also made me want cheese."  those two parts "it made me sad" and "it also made me want cheese" have nothing to do with each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106629662104764620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106629662104764620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106629662104764620' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106620385383667579</id><published>2003-10-15T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T02:57:52.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remember that time last year when amanda had that bruise on her face because she got hit with a softball and we all started calling her "jja jang myun face."  OH MAN!  i remember we went bowling and we couldn't stop laughing!  it was so darn funny.  i think that if i were to rate last year's memories, amanda's "jja jang myun face" would definitely rank near the top.  it still makes me smile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106620385383667579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106620385383667579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106620385383667579' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106618203039839416</id><published>2003-10-14T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T18:40:30.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i L-O-V-E Linguistics 155!  if any of you out there feel down and out because of poor grades and a horrific gpa, take Linguistics 155 at Cal.  guaranteed to make you smile!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106618203039839416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106618203039839416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618203039839416' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106603016320513684</id><published>2003-10-13T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T00:29:22.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need JESUS.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106603016320513684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106603016320513684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106603016320513684' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106593802382322778</id><published>2003-10-11T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T23:00:22.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>drove today for the first time in sf and over the bay bridge.  exciting stuff.  i can't wait until i have a car up here!  the first thing i would do would be to go to jongajib (really good korean restaurant) in oakland, the metreon (crazy high-tech theaters) in sf, sushi house (widely popular) in alameda, and palace buffet (all-you-can-eat meat) in san jose.  i just viewed the lord of the rings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106593802382322778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106593802382322778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106593802382322778' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106581954237465931</id><published>2003-10-10T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T15:29:13.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'd just like to extend my gratitude to all those who have so generously passed down their linguistics 155 information.  i thank you from the bottom of my heart.  it is you who have allowed me to enjoy the midterm.  it was a pleasure.  in fact, this was my favorite test ever, in all my years as a student.  now, i will promise to do my part in ensuring that my knowledge of linguistics 155 will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106581954237465931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106581954237465931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106581954237465931' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106559505982831930</id><published>2003-10-07T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T23:54:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to a screening of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" tonight.  It was one of the best theater experiences i have ever had.  Beforehand, i was so worried that the mass of people in attendance would ruin the movie for me.  and on top of that, we were sitting in a part of the room made up of primarily Black people...now i'm not racist in any way, but a lot of Black people i have come across are very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106559505982831930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106559505982831930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106559505982831930' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106548441126021405</id><published>2003-10-06T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T16:53:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homer put on a lot of weight once because he wanted to receive privileges for being handicapped.  In the morning, as he was getting ready to start work at home, he made fun of everyone stuck in traffic:"Hee Hee Hee.  I pity those poor suckers on the freeway.  Gas, break, honk.  Gas, break, honk.  Honk, honk, punch.  Gas, gas, gas."This has been stuck in my head for a really long time now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106548441126021405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106548441126021405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106548441126021405' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106533450873449012</id><published>2003-10-04T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T23:18:27.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Kidding!i will pseudo-elaborate on our adventures into the ominous wilderness where cunning beasts rule the land and the weak are devoured by terrifying predators otherwise knows as "bunny."we basically went to the woods and ate.  we consumed hamburgers, hotdogs, peanut butter/jelly sandwiches, corn, scrambled eggs in ziploc, noodles, boiled apples, and capri sun.  sumin also led us in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106533450873449012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106533450873449012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533450873449012' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106533454871685411</id><published>2003-10-04T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T23:15:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>small group night was fun.  we went camping with margaret's group.that's it.bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106533454871685411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106533454871685411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533454871685411' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106507744926441745</id><published>2003-10-01T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T23:56:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't think anyone else enjoys it when i post up my AIM conversations, but i get a kick out of them.  all of these convos made me LOL (laugh out loud).  and for those of you that know me, you know that i only reserve "LOL" (laugh out loud) in the most truly hilarious cases:ludaPriS: heyludaPriS: do u kno andys sn?THEDERFTHEORY: yeahludaPriS: is he online rite now?THEDERFTHEORY: it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106507744926441745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106507744926441745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106507744926441745' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106481304279973363</id><published>2003-09-28T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T22:27:59.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>before church today, i had popped a pimple just above my upper lip.  i had forgotten to clean it so a layer of hardened pus was glazed over it.  i didn't know. that is until eileen and roach started to point and laugh at my face.  eileen shouted, "WHAT IS THAT?!" and roach screeched, "DID YOU POP A PIMPLE?!"it was at this point that the both of them proceeded to call me by the ever-pleasant</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106481304279973363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106481304279973363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106481304279973363' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106457730466425074</id><published>2003-09-26T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T04:57:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today at the volleyball game, sharon screeched out "fred!" really loudly even when the ball was coming directly at her.  i didn't know what to do.  at community circuits, i was dancing along with the kids when all of a sudden, troy, this african american kindgergarten student, states, "that's ugly."  he proceeds to tell me that i need to learn some new dance moves.  i guess i should know my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106457730466425074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106457730466425074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thederftheory.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106457730466425074' title=''/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09294988981814975767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029476.post-106437949064345311</id><published>2003-09-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T21:58:10.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think band people have this natural inclination to bond.  if you bring up the subject of high school marching band with fellow bandos, you've made a connection right there.  it's funny how when two or more bandos start conversing about the wonders of band, they start getting all flustered and excited.  i think it's because band usually gets so much flak for being a pretty geeky activity, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106437949064345311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4029476/posts/default/106437949064345311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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