<?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-2894597102881014478</id><updated>2012-01-27T06:47:10.519-05:00</updated><category term='first one'/><title type='text'>A City Lit By Fireflies</title><subtitle type='html'>They're advertising in the skies for people like us</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-3669029536269042680</id><published>2009-03-26T08:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:37:51.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Hits</title><content type='html'>Quick thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tax Season = Good for Business, Bad for Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Baseball season is coming, and can't come soon enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Two quotes from the current U2 album that I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;    -"Every beauty needs to go out with an idiot" &lt;br /&gt;       (I'm glad A took this advice some 14 years ago...)&lt;br /&gt;    -"Stop helping God across the road like a little old lady"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  As for the new U2 album, I hear much appreciation for "Magnificent" but I don't share it.  The album has pretty good, and not so good, songs on it and it is &lt;em&gt;certainly&lt;/em&gt; no "How to dismantle an atomic bomb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  There is one crocus bloom in my backyard (even though we planted more than 100 last fall), but I know spring is coming because I saw the ice melting salt on sale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-3669029536269042680?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3669029536269042680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=3669029536269042680' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3669029536269042680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3669029536269042680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-hits.html' title='Quick Hits'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7702624558097579446</id><published>2009-03-02T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:42:06.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things</title><content type='html'>Been quiet around here, but we're still truckin' on the do-dah man on this snowy Monday morning.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things worth a few minutes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Been listening to a lot of Johnny Cash lately.  &lt;a href="http://www.touchstonemag.com/archives/article.php?id=18-10-018-v"&gt;Read this article &lt;/a&gt;and be challenged by the man in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOCsXFKrxJw"&gt;This video &lt;/a&gt;will bring much joy to fans of "The Office."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7702624558097579446?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7702624558097579446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7702624558097579446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7702624558097579446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7702624558097579446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-things.html' title='2 things'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-2749453493770104008</id><published>2009-01-23T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:42:50.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXnlVqyM9kI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rsjj1U5LCLY/s1600-h/fiction++family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXnlVqyM9kI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rsjj1U5LCLY/s320/fiction++family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294514997375596098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The "Fiction Family" show was excellent. Go check their website and see if they are coming to a town near you. The music is excellent, and is bettered by the great stage presence of Foreman and Watkins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish I was a rock star...should have paid more attention in 6th grade music class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friday is an outstanding day of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-2749453493770104008?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2749453493770104008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=2749453493770104008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2749453493770104008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2749453493770104008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-stuff.html' title='Good Stuff'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXnlVqyM9kI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rsjj1U5LCLY/s72-c/fiction++family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-8969194524930499773</id><published>2009-01-22T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:10:56.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's Show</title><content type='html'>Going to see a &lt;a href="http://www.fictionfamily.com/"&gt;"Fiction Family"&lt;/a&gt; show tonight. Their album has been just ok on my first few listens, but I have high hopes for these two in live concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXjEon6v4TI/AAAAAAAAAMw/goY-aU4-NxU/s1600-h/fiction+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXjEon6v4TI/AAAAAAAAAMw/goY-aU4-NxU/s320/fiction+family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294197564163219762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-8969194524930499773?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8969194524930499773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=8969194524930499773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8969194524930499773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8969194524930499773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonights-show.html' title='Tonight&apos;s Show'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXjEon6v4TI/AAAAAAAAAMw/goY-aU4-NxU/s72-c/fiction+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-9081892069690300587</id><published>2009-01-20T09:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:07:21.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The dark winter</title><content type='html'>Now that the Eagles have made their all-too-familiar departure from the playoffs, I now enter the deep days of winter - "twenty degrees and the hockey game's on..." to quote Jimmy Buffett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something oddly enjoyable about the darkness of winter. I read recently in a series of essays by a New Englander that he keeps a sign in his home that says: "In Summer Remember Winter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXXaaf3ls6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/IQBUgR8f5c8/s1600-h/winter-wrigley-field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXXaaf3ls6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/IQBUgR8f5c8/s400/winter-wrigley-field.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293377085809996706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-9081892069690300587?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/9081892069690300587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=9081892069690300587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/9081892069690300587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/9081892069690300587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2009/01/dark-winter.html' title='The dark winter'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SXXaaf3ls6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/IQBUgR8f5c8/s72-c/winter-wrigley-field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7134609479922709649</id><published>2009-01-06T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:18:15.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SWOuZKBmgiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OQ0Gvxo4QF8/s1600-h/sugarbowl_win.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SWOuZKBmgiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OQ0Gvxo4QF8/s400/sugarbowl_win.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288262134674129442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the Miller High Lifes are indeed on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7134609479922709649?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7134609479922709649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7134609479922709649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7134609479922709649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7134609479922709649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2009/01/paying-up.html' title='Paying Up'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SWOuZKBmgiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OQ0Gvxo4QF8/s72-c/sugarbowl_win.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5151831129265169823</id><published>2009-01-02T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:46:53.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll still come around</title><content type='html'>The title to the post is inspired by the Counting Crows song I was listening to at the time of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what's going down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Good Christmas in Texas. Good times with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been reading a few pretty good books, and may even throw a review or two on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm pretty excited the Eagles made the playoffs, and it was especially sweet to deliver a significant beating to the Cowboys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A's Utah Utes are going up against a good Alabama squad in the Sugar Bowl tonight, should the Utes win it'll be Miller High Lifes on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I welcomed the new year alone on my couch for the second year in a row. A was very willing to hang with me, but I had mercy and sent her off to bed at 11:15. I watched the ball fall with Dick Clark (he of a recent stroke), and I must say that I'll take a slowed Dick Clark over this Ryan Seacrest guy - whoever he is. Where have all the classic entertainers and media folks gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5151831129265169823?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5151831129265169823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5151831129265169823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5151831129265169823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5151831129265169823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-still-come-around.html' title='We&apos;ll still come around'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-6774002494196394281</id><published>2008-12-15T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:38:43.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SUayK07QGBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GQMEiqhSojw/s1600-h/jay+in+helmet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SUayK07QGBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GQMEiqhSojw/s320/jay+in+helmet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280103512214083602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to spend a Winter's Saturday morning than to watch your little fellow learn to play hockey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-6774002494196394281?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6774002494196394281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=6774002494196394281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6774002494196394281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6774002494196394281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SUayK07QGBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GQMEiqhSojw/s72-c/jay+in+helmet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-8368354282180798278</id><published>2008-12-09T13:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:31:02.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>Our resident kindergartner, J, has begun to enjoy the ability to read some 2 and 3 letter words. The other day, he went over to our bookshelf and got a book to flip through and look for words he recognized. Here is a picture of him reading his first "big people's book." An interesting choice of first books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/ST65MbM73jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vn3b_AoZ9cI/s1600-h/jayandcatcherinrye"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/ST65MbM73jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vn3b_AoZ9cI/s400/jayandcatcherinrye" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277859436436381234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-8368354282180798278?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8368354282180798278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=8368354282180798278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8368354282180798278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8368354282180798278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/12/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/ST65MbM73jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vn3b_AoZ9cI/s72-c/jayandcatcherinrye' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-434734660561348879</id><published>2008-11-28T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:38:28.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten you.  Not to make excuses (but I will anyway), but it seems that three kids is a bit busier than two kids (always blame the kids for one's lack of diligence) and there are a few things to take care of at work (if there are no kids, go with the "work's busy" story).  Add in a little holiday fever (if no kids and unemployed, holidays will always suffice), and things get a bit dicey.  In the end, the blog loses out.  I'll be back, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-434734660561348879?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/434734660561348879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=434734660561348879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/434734660561348879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/434734660561348879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-excuses.html' title='No Excuses'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5085985220666578978</id><published>2008-11-10T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:55:18.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A good looking fella</title><content type='html'>Our Boy, known as baby G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRhZLCa18yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pkD13ReidaU/s1600-h/family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRhZLCa18yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pkD13ReidaU/s320/family.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267057810372686626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRhZKzM-w6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/3pd4U1gFU7g/s1600-h/the+boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRhZKzM-w6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/3pd4U1gFU7g/s320/the+boys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267057806288012194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRhZKOPmsoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HXzLMicKJCo/s1600-h/blanket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRhZKOPmsoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HXzLMicKJCo/s320/blanket.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267057796366905986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5085985220666578978?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5085985220666578978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5085985220666578978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5085985220666578978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5085985220666578978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-looking-fella.html' title='A good looking fella'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRhZLCa18yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pkD13ReidaU/s72-c/family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-6554122767903199038</id><published>2008-11-06T15:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:21:27.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNP1N_AmOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s3_bEJuRb18/s1600-h/DSCN2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNP1N_AmOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s3_bEJuRb18/s320/DSCN2335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265640165031844066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNP01eIiRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Uj87RjOX74o/s1600-h/DSCN2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNP01eIiRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Uj87RjOX74o/s320/DSCN2301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265640158451501330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNPeQZWz0I/AAAAAAAAAII/3qmUD-Ugl84/s1600-h/DSCN2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNPeQZWz0I/AAAAAAAAAII/3qmUD-Ugl84/s320/DSCN2295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265639770542231362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNP1UdUxvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vPrS9-IFwDY/s1600-h/DSCN2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNP1UdUxvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vPrS9-IFwDY/s320/DSCN2262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265640166769608434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNQXqqj7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_X2GytZXsGw/s1600-h/DSCN2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNQXqqj7ZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_X2GytZXsGw/s320/DSCN2415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265640756846259602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNQ3QHra8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/7K-McX1WZWc/s1600-h/DSCN2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNQ3QHra8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/7K-McX1WZWc/s320/DSCN2420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265641299476442050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recap:  &lt;br /&gt;- One World Series title, after waiting 25+ years for a championship (by the way, J got school off for the parade)&lt;br /&gt;- One happy Dinosaur and one happy bat with over 6 lbs. of candy&lt;br /&gt;- One big 10 lb. 4 oz. healthy baby boy&lt;br /&gt;- Amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-6554122767903199038?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6554122767903199038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=6554122767903199038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6554122767903199038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6554122767903199038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-weekend-in-pictures.html' title='My weekend in pictures'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SRNP1N_AmOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s3_bEJuRb18/s72-c/DSCN2335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-3153780907505028696</id><published>2008-10-29T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:21:29.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>A few things are going down this weekend, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A's due date is today.  (A point of clarification, the picture below is not the inside of A, but a pic a found elsewhere)  However, the spirit of the picture remains, and the baby has a good chance of being named "Series" or "World" (in honor of the great ex-76er  World B. Free) or something of the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Halloween: I will be taking a dinosaur and a bat (think flying mammal, not louisville slugger) around s. philly to procure signficant amounts of candy.  A is going as a pregnant woman (maybe).  I am going as a dad who wants to snake the "big people candy" (e.g. heath bars and hershey's almond bars) from my kids' bags.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  That's about it.  Let's go Phillies and let's not have another night like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SQh_RfHBSEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wkO4OVM2RBc/s1600-h/rain+on+phils+world+series.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SQh_RfHBSEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wkO4OVM2RBc/s320/rain+on+phils+world+series.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262596102967871554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-3153780907505028696?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3153780907505028696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=3153780907505028696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3153780907505028696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3153780907505028696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-weekend.html' title='A Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SQh_RfHBSEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wkO4OVM2RBc/s72-c/rain+on+phils+world+series.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4987633101573213363</id><published>2008-10-15T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:08:59.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage</title><content type='html'>It appears that I have passed along the curse of being a Philadelphia sports fan, which I received from my Father.  Below is a picture, and the arrival should be any time in the next two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SPYUv7kIUoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vpjPRR3xRdo/s1600-h/philliesfan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SPYUv7kIUoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vpjPRR3xRdo/s400/philliesfan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257412428677272194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4987633101573213363?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4987633101573213363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4987633101573213363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4987633101573213363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4987633101573213363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/10/heritage.html' title='Heritage'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SPYUv7kIUoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vpjPRR3xRdo/s72-c/philliesfan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7952823273735676901</id><published>2008-10-09T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:10:10.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some are weirder than others</title><content type='html'>I often have those moments where I clearly see my personal quirks and weirdness. And sometimes I feel that I am stranger than most. And then I hear about articles like &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/cbbcnews/hi/newsid_7660000/newsid_7660500/7660542.stm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. And then I realize that there are some out there who are crazier than I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, people are sending text messages from a huge satellite in Ukraine to a faraway planet, with the hope of getting a text in return in about 40 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SO30eIUQlvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_zne4cZcvVc/s1600-h/alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SO30eIUQlvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_zne4cZcvVc/s320/alien.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255125138676946674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is contact made, I nominate my friend &lt;a href="http://mikalatos.blogspot.com"&gt;Matt M.&lt;/a&gt; to be a spokesman on behalf of mankind. He likes aliens, speaks in complete sentences, and will graciously offer to treat any foreign beings to a vanilla milkshake.  My sister, B, would be good at this as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7952823273735676901?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7952823273735676901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7952823273735676901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7952823273735676901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7952823273735676901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-are-weirder-than-others.html' title='Some are weirder than others'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SO30eIUQlvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_zne4cZcvVc/s72-c/alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-6771469395324588819</id><published>2008-10-07T08:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:28:37.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always cool in philadelphia</title><content type='html'>The Boss decided to set up shop and give a free concert in support of Obama here on Saturday. Between free concerts, a lousy football team, and a baseball team in the NLCS, there is always an adventure to be enjoyed here in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SOtVLcNhiUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bf92jJcmEao/s1600-h/springsteen+philly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SOtVLcNhiUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bf92jJcmEao/s400/springsteen+philly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254387045297654082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-6771469395324588819?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6771469395324588819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=6771469395324588819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6771469395324588819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6771469395324588819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-always-cool-in-philadelphia.html' title='It&apos;s always cool in philadelphia'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SOtVLcNhiUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bf92jJcmEao/s72-c/springsteen+philly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5119322112653407798</id><published>2008-09-30T08:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:00:35.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is cheating</title><content type='html'>The Fightin' Phils won the NL East and are on their way to the playoffs. I've noticed a disturbing trend in sports celebrations, pictured here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SOIhufjRGeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WCnFSW0HCXw/s1600-h/jimmyrollins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SOIhufjRGeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WCnFSW0HCXw/s320/jimmyrollins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251797198094539234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent trend is to wear eye goggles when participating in the traditional champagne celebration. Being somewhat of a traditionalist, I believe it's important to feel the burn of the bubbly and reject the Michael Phelps look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I think about instead of the current financial markets. I'm also currently listening to &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/ConferenceMessages/ByConference/41/"&gt;these talks&lt;/a&gt;, and I can strongly recommend Ferguson's talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5119322112653407798?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5119322112653407798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5119322112653407798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5119322112653407798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5119322112653407798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-cheating.html' title='This is cheating'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SOIhufjRGeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WCnFSW0HCXw/s72-c/jimmyrollins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-151978733842875625</id><published>2008-09-22T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:18:52.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>Time to play catch-up now that I've been away for a while. Here's an attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A and I are now school parents. We drive to school, pick up, receive frequent fund-raising requests, etc. Yes, J began kindergarten last week, and we all lived through the first three days. He declared his first day of school to be "the best day of school ever." We also observed he and B playing home-school and overhead J teaching B some Spanish words he had learned. So those are a few highlights. Being an optimist, I'll save all the low-lights for some cold, rainy winter day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Speaking of winter, it seems summer has slipped away and now there are Halloween and Christmas decorations in all the stores. I've made about 4 trips to HD/Lowe's the last few days as A and I wrestle a new pedestal sink into our bathroom, so I know that those home repair stores are all about the holiday decorations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well instead of kicking against the change of seasons, I think I'll just continue to listen to Jon Foreman's "Fall" album which is the best of his 4 "season" albums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Although the pace of life of our family has picked up speed with the start of school, I've still had time to enjoy the joys of having baseball and football season overlap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-151978733842875625?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/151978733842875625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=151978733842875625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/151978733842875625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/151978733842875625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-catch-up.html' title='More Catch-Up'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-1141335349199298039</id><published>2008-09-05T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:51:23.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Change</title><content type='html'>Well, the transition from summer vacation to fall happened quickly.  I don't like fall much because it means winter is coming soon.  On the other hand, fall also brings this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SMErGacy0XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hTFn-Wa0YJk/s1600-h/eagles+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SMErGacy0XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hTFn-Wa0YJk/s320/eagles+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242518830415270258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-1141335349199298039?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1141335349199298039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=1141335349199298039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1141335349199298039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1141335349199298039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/09/seasons-change.html' title='Seasons Change'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SMErGacy0XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hTFn-Wa0YJk/s72-c/eagles+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7779453029336286523</id><published>2008-09-04T08:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:09:34.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Was away on two weeks of vacation at the Jersey shore.  I'll let the pictures do the talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_PZFb2BAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-8dPay5ccyU/s1600-h/branchcottoncandy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_PZFb2BAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-8dPay5ccyU/s320/branchcottoncandy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242136521145189378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_Pj2n_3tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-DlVZcYwTFQ/s1600-h/jaycottoncandy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_Pj2n_3tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-DlVZcYwTFQ/s320/jaycottoncandy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242136706148196050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_PtYJuOpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ciMGfbeAQNM/s1600-h/branchcrab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_PtYJuOpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ciMGfbeAQNM/s320/branchcrab.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242136869766838930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_P3E_-UhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SxUoGljvCXk/s1600-h/jaycrab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_P3E_-UhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SxUoGljvCXk/s320/jaycrab.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242137036424368658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7779453029336286523?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7779453029336286523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7779453029336286523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7779453029336286523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7779453029336286523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SL_PZFb2BAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-8dPay5ccyU/s72-c/branchcottoncandy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-889761867191593602</id><published>2008-08-11T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:19:08.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Outstanding</title><content type='html'>A and I and the boys went out after church yesterday to watch the basketball game between the U.S. and China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this commercial, and it immediately became an all-time favorite - and the TV at the restaurant didn't even have sound. Amazing rendition of the anthem (from the '83 NBA allstar game in LA). Amazing footage of the U.S. team. Please go enjoy it &lt;a href="http://inside.nike.com/blogs/nikebasketball/2008/08/08/marvin-gaye-brings-soul-to-the-american-game"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-889761867191593602?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/889761867191593602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=889761867191593602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/889761867191593602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/889761867191593602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/08/outstanding.html' title='Outstanding'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-8125945684423981061</id><published>2008-08-08T08:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:34:49.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>08.08.08</title><content type='html'>Beginning tonight, the world focuses on China. Naturally, the run-up to the Olympics brings all kinds of news specials, articles, pictures, etc. I find most of these to be incorrect/unfair in some way, but I roll with it. However, yesterday I read this beauty on the front page of the sports section of the Philadelphia Inquirer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A walk through the Forbidden City was a hike in a sauna, tears occasionally streaming from irritated eyes. If a middle-aged tourist walking around with a camera felt this kind of oppressive discomfort, what would it be like for a marathon runner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh Fitzgerald, a former Haverford College track athlete, had the answer. Living and working here as a trader of carbon credits (a business invented entirely thanks to pollution), the 24-year-old has all but given up running outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My brother is a runner," Fitzgerald said. "He went out and did a 10-mile run while he was here. He came back and &lt;strong&gt;he was coughing up blood&lt;/strong&gt;. He didn't run again." &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitzgerald runs indoors on a treadmill. On the rare occasion when she can see a small range of mountains from her window, she'll take a run outside. It doesn't happen often."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only response is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designmyprofile.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://designmyprofile.com/images/graphics/other/emoticons/bs.gif" alt="Get more emoticons at designmyprofile.com!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any other reason to write these urban legends other than to "show up" China? I'm no doctor, but I don't think a run in unclean air causes one to cough up blood. Well, I guess if the air is laden with sharp metal and broken glass...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-8125945684423981061?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8125945684423981061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=8125945684423981061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8125945684423981061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8125945684423981061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='08.08.08'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7075510942970051085</id><published>2008-07-30T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:55:03.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An added pic</title><content type='html'>Here's a picture of the crew mentioned in number 2 of the post below. We just got done knocking down some Thai food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SJBkiBcfaaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/X8iGdSIOmPU/s1600-h/dinnerwithSHfolks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SJBkiBcfaaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/X8iGdSIOmPU/s320/dinnerwithSHfolks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228789703043410338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7075510942970051085?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7075510942970051085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7075510942970051085' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7075510942970051085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7075510942970051085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/added-pic.html' title='An added pic'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SJBkiBcfaaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/X8iGdSIOmPU/s72-c/dinnerwithSHfolks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-373846851692587500</id><published>2008-07-29T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:10:11.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Treat</title><content type='html'>During these slower dog days of summer, we have had a chance to catch up with a some good friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We cruised down to D.C. with the boys, and hung with some very good friends before they leave the area. Everyone had a great time, and I'd like to introduce you to the two honorable senators from Pennsylvania circa 2040 AD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SI8ym_VWkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jKZcBqGiKrs/s1600-h/boysandcapital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SI8ym_VWkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jKZcBqGiKrs/s320/boysandcapital.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228453337817846066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This past weekend, we went to a great wedding in NYC. It was awesome to see two people we really like get married, and we had a blast hanging with old friends after the reception. Our parents took care of the boys, and we cranked Counting Crows' "Saturday nights, and Sunday mornings" all the way up the Jersey Turnpike to Queens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived early, and found a Dunkin Donuts and got coffee and donuts and hung out in a busy park where we were the only non-Asians. Good, Good times....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-373846851692587500?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/373846851692587500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=373846851692587500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/373846851692587500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/373846851692587500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-treat.html' title='What a Treat'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SI8ym_VWkTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jKZcBqGiKrs/s72-c/boysandcapital.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-8328498509512518517</id><published>2008-07-21T12:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:06:42.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labor</title><content type='html'>Our boy J starts school in two months, and I decided to use his final days of freedom to put him to work doing some advertising. Here he is hard at work at a recent fair here in the town in which our office is located:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SISz7m02juI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sdIjhvF72Jk/s1600-h/jayadvertising.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SISz7m02juI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sdIjhvF72Jk/s400/jayadvertising.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225499304272498402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-8328498509512518517?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8328498509512518517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=8328498509512518517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8328498509512518517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8328498509512518517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/child-labor.html' title='Child Labor'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SISz7m02juI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sdIjhvF72Jk/s72-c/jayadvertising.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4369468540824654788</id><published>2008-07-10T08:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:45:22.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of thoughts</title><content type='html'>Two things are running through my head on this fine Summer morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first: it seems to me that "The Sopranos" finished their final season about one year ago with a still thought-provoking final episode. I miss Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The second: my morning Philadelphia Inquirer contained a front-page story about the controversy at Westminster Seminary. You can read the article &lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/news/religion/20080710_Bible_professor_suspended_over_teachings.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to connect these two unrelated thoughts by encouraging the Board of Westminster Seminary with the words of Journey which were employed in the amazing final scene of "The Sopranos." To the Board at Westminster, I say &lt;strong&gt;Don't Stop Believin'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4369468540824654788?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4369468540824654788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4369468540824654788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4369468540824654788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4369468540824654788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/07/couple-of-thoughts.html' title='A couple of thoughts'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-1071174320604446744</id><published>2008-06-25T10:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:25:35.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Soccer Times in Switzerland</title><content type='html'>Occasionally the global obsession with soccer proves to be quite enjoyable from a distance. Check out this warning regarding the Euro 2008 match between Germany and Turkey later today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diplomats particularly cautioned against public viewing areas in Berlin, Frankfurt and Munich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At a minimum, post-game celebrations will likely result in traffic congestion in larger cities," read the embassy statement. "Crowds celebrating previous German and/or Turkish victories have blocked streets and rocked vehicles attempting to pass through them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, stay on your toes, or you could get rocked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SGJUv2M9fkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Safe9jdmHYI/s1600-h/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SGJUv2M9fkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Safe9jdmHYI/s320/beer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824499428916802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beer: the cause of and the solution to all of life's problems" -- H. Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The embassy's statement makes downtown Berlin sound a bit like Falluja or the Gaza Strip, but DW-WORLD has learned the potential threats run far deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the viewers at the so-called fan miles, it turns out, are hopped up on a liquid intoxicant known as "beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This substance has been known to lead to outbreaks of mirth, loss of equilibrium and unintended and later regretted coupling among users.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-1071174320604446744?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1071174320604446744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=1071174320604446744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1071174320604446744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1071174320604446744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-soccer-times-in-switzerland.html' title='Good Soccer Times in Switzerland'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SGJUv2M9fkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Safe9jdmHYI/s72-c/beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-889185764735335423</id><published>2008-06-23T08:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:58:49.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts are good - part 3</title><content type='html'>As you may now suspect, I went on a bit of a concert ticket buying rampage a few months ago. I do have reasoning for this because after nearly every concert I attend, I leave asking myself "Why don't we do this more often?" Thus, we attended two shows in four days' time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night held a show of: The National, Modest Mouse, and R.E.M. I appreciate some of R.E.M's stuff, but I mostly wanted to see The National and Modest Mouse. R.E.M. was ok, as the first half of their concert was mostly a performance of their new album and a bunch of Michael Stipe's rantings against George W. Bush. However, they interacted with the crowd a bit more and played a wider variety of stuff in the second half of the show. As I had hoped, The National was very good. I highly recommend their new album "Boxer," they have a full sound that is, at the risk of sounding like a fugazi music critic, "grand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I must admit some tension in my recommendation of The National (not just because most recommendations come around to bite me because they end up offending folks, or are sometimes simply lousy recommendations) because the band has been around a while and the only stuff I know is their newest album. I like tracking a band, and seeing their progression. So there is my "I'm a bandwagon jumper" disclaimer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with the rambling post. Here is a picture of an unexpected highlight of the show, when Eddie Vedder randomly joined R.E.M. for a final song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SF-dqG3gHfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TRmBCe8D38Y/s1600-h/remandvedder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SF-dqG3gHfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TRmBCe8D38Y/s320/remandvedder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215060240241794546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-889185764735335423?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/889185764735335423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=889185764735335423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/889185764735335423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/889185764735335423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/06/concerts-are-good-part-3.html' title='Concerts are good - part 3'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SF-dqG3gHfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TRmBCe8D38Y/s72-c/remandvedder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-424365355690243770</id><published>2008-06-19T11:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:47:25.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts are good - Part 2</title><content type='html'>A and I hit up our second concert of the summer on Saturday night. Our Jimmy Buffett concert was slightly delayed by an apocalyptic thunderstorm, but fun began once the rain passed. The concert was at Citizen's Bank Park, where the Phillies play ball. Here are a couple pictures for your enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a small slice of the parking lots, and the partying therein. We had an hour to kill before the show and cruised around and made some friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SFp-U-F6tLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-rrB4RlOihU/s1600-h/buffett3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SFp-U-F6tLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-rrB4RlOihU/s320/buffett3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213618417365071026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revelry above creates long lines for the bathrooms, as seen over the shoulder of the (two) lovely parrotheads below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SFp-C0mpcKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BPm4x2ypKhY/s1600-h/buffett2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SFp-C0mpcKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BPm4x2ypKhY/s320/buffett2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213618105580351650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an additional treat, as G. Love and Special Sauce were the opening act. Good times all around, in the words of Jimmy Buffett:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay in touch with my insanity really is the only way&lt;br /&gt;Its a jungle out there kiddies&lt;br /&gt;Have a very fruitful day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-424365355690243770?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/424365355690243770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=424365355690243770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/424365355690243770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/424365355690243770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/06/concerts-are-good-part-2.html' title='Concerts are good - Part 2'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SFp-U-F6tLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-rrB4RlOihU/s72-c/buffett3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-391419059457556375</id><published>2008-06-16T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:01:56.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ballpark Full of Frauds</title><content type='html'>I have a fun opportunity to go with a friend to see the Phillies game tonight.  The only bummer is that they Phils are playing the Red Sox.  Aside from the silliness of interleague play, I am also a bit bummed that I'll have to put up with a bunch of frauds known as "Red Sox Nation."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These folks claim that they have been life-long Sox fans, even though neither they, nor any of their relatives, have ever set foot in New England.  They know nothing about pre-1986 Red Sox history - if that.  Additionally, I feel they take away from the true tortured Sox fans (like my friends Kevin and Rob) who walk around &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; shaking their head in disbelief about what happened in 2004 - let alone the numerous other championships that have come to Boston.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video below is of one of the classic Red Sox of all time.  This guy is even crazier than he appears in the video, and he is funny.  I'm currently reading his book.  He broke his shoulder in a fight with Graig Nettles of the Yankees (another fact for those fraud sox fans:  the Sox/Yankees rivalry has been around much longer than 5 years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly: if you think these are just the jealous, "hater" rantings of a bitter Philadelphia sports fan, there is a slight chance you may be correct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oILZ2mZbE4g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oILZ2mZbE4g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-391419059457556375?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/391419059457556375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=391419059457556375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/391419059457556375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/391419059457556375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/06/ballpark-full-of-frauds.html' title='A Ballpark Full of Frauds'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-293626552032712668</id><published>2008-06-10T08:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:59:39.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Around</title><content type='html'>It's been a while. We've been off having a great week with friends at the beach, and then A and the boys went to TX for a week while I came back home and worked and started regrettable projects on our house. But now we are back at home with our new house guest, named "stifling heat." We've had really hot weather, and our thermostat in our third floor bedroom read 92 degrees yesterday. Our first floor read 88 at 9pm last night. In spite of all this, I still believe that central air is overrated. A, however, has quite an affinity for that beloved 65-75 degree range known as "room temperature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to call attention to a comment in a previous post where an anonymous poster noted that Rocky's defeat of Ivan Drago was significant in ending the Cold War. This is a very good point, so I sent my family off to pay homage to the man who, along with Ronald Wilson Reagan, helped save the world from Communism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SE56KGA9pdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vC8yd3g99BE/s1600-h/rocky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SE56KGA9pdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vC8yd3g99BE/s400/rocky.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210236132746175954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-293626552032712668?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/293626552032712668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=293626552032712668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/293626552032712668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/293626552032712668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-around.html' title='Back Around'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SE56KGA9pdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vC8yd3g99BE/s72-c/rocky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-2496461153079214219</id><published>2008-05-20T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:01:41.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Said</title><content type='html'>This commentary is a bit over-the-top, but not too far gone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lifetime of rooting for teams that always let you down has taught many Philly natives how to lose, itself an important life lesson. Fans have been conditioned for failure. They expect defeat. Compound this trend with the city's historical inferiority complex and you've got something worse than fatalism: It's the perverse sense deep down that we don't even deserve it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gone 25 years (100 seasons) since I watched the Sixers win our city's last championship on a little black and white TV in my parent's house. I was seven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-2496461153079214219?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2496461153079214219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=2496461153079214219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2496461153079214219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2496461153079214219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-said.html' title='Well Said'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5472387835802117948</id><published>2008-05-16T08:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:50:35.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this kind of stuff</title><content type='html'>My favorite morning radio guy (Michael Smerconish on 1210am) interviewed a guy today who put together a book of six word memoirs. Here is a short introduction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, SMITH Magazine re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my brain has a little bit of a challenge to try to come up with a six word personal memoir that doesn't sound like one of those cheesy "always love, always dance, always live" hallmark life mantra statements.  Oh, in my opinion no one will ever top the Hemingway story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5472387835802117948?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5472387835802117948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5472387835802117948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5472387835802117948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5472387835802117948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-this-kind-of-stuff.html' title='I love this kind of stuff'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-6463438268343611936</id><published>2008-05-02T08:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:55:00.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts are good</title><content type='html'>A and I (along with my brother and sister in law, J and J) went to see a Switchfoot show last night in Ocean City, NJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBsH7CoGbLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HM9_I2tRTU8/s1600-h/switchfootplaying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBsH7CoGbLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HM9_I2tRTU8/s320/switchfootplaying.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195755306000739506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very much on the older side, as the average age of the attendee was about 13.6 years old. That's ok, we're still happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBsIOyoGbMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/txfbNQhvEiw/s1600-h/switchfootconcert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBsIOyoGbMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/txfbNQhvEiw/s320/switchfootconcert.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195755645303155906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an ice cream from this place before the show. Oh, by the way, the lonely and dark dude in the picture below is lead singer Jon Foreman buying a large chocolate cone about 20 minutes before they went on stage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBsIoyoGbNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LhCLX7MkOdI/s1600-h/foremanicecream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBsIoyoGbNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LhCLX7MkOdI/s320/foremanicecream.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195756091979754706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-6463438268343611936?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6463438268343611936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=6463438268343611936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6463438268343611936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6463438268343611936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/05/concerts-are-good.html' title='Concerts are good'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBsH7CoGbLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HM9_I2tRTU8/s72-c/switchfootplaying.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4335986617508790604</id><published>2008-04-30T08:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:36:00.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Wise</title><content type='html'>Dear Montreal Canadiens Fan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bad idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBhm9CoGbJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JnQ80RV-lnk/s1600-h/rockystatuewretchedcanadian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBhm9CoGbJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JnQ80RV-lnk/s400/rockystatuewretchedcanadian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195015369034984594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joey Broadstreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is a much cooler picture, capturing the essence of the Kate Smith/Lauren Hart duet of "God Bless America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBhngSoGbKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/trMyCqAgHd0/s1600-h/usa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBhngSoGbKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/trMyCqAgHd0/s400/usa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195015974625373346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4335986617508790604?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4335986617508790604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4335986617508790604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4335986617508790604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4335986617508790604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-wise.html' title='Not Wise'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBhm9CoGbJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JnQ80RV-lnk/s72-c/rockystatuewretchedcanadian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4233844540958495565</id><published>2008-04-28T08:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:51:12.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, We're Famous</title><content type='html'>Most folks I've met have never heard of my collegiate alma mater.  But not anymore baby, because we are now a pipeline of NFL talent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBXHsCoGbHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oQaib7Tzv4s/s1600-h/bernadeau_bio_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBXHsCoGbHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oQaib7Tzv4s/s400/bernadeau_bio_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194277304674970738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzy Bernadeau OG 6'4" 298 &lt;strong&gt;Bentley&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pick Analysis:Bernadeau worked out at Boston College's Pro Day and got a great deal of exposure there. He had a decent workout and projects to be a guard. He might be valuable on kickoff and punt return coverage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To provide perspective, this dude was drafted a full round after the Eagles took a kid from Wheaton College.  I will, however, continue to view my alma mater as "The U" of Waltham, MA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4233844540958495565?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4233844540958495565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4233844540958495565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4233844540958495565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4233844540958495565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/04/dude-were-famous.html' title='Dude, We&apos;re Famous'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SBXHsCoGbHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oQaib7Tzv4s/s72-c/bernadeau_bio_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4091516653153354057</id><published>2008-04-16T08:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:38:46.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Politic-ed Up</title><content type='html'>Philly is all geared up for politics. I pass by the National Constitution Center every morning on the way to work, which is the site of tonight's Democratic debate. There were a bunch of news broadcasters out front this morning, along with some cool looking buses parked out back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am looking forward to this political season being over.  Every commercial break during my Phillies and Flyers games has Obama talking to a bunch of Pennsylvania blue-collared workers about how government has let them down.  These billboards are on every corner bus stop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SAXx5PDuHWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-vu5GU7A160/s1600-h/munk-one-x-obama2big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SAXx5PDuHWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-vu5GU7A160/s320/munk-one-x-obama2big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189820111211339106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a knock at my door on Saturday night, and I answered to see a guy holding a clipboard. His question: "Are you a registered Democrat?" My answer: "No, I am actually registered with the opposition party." His response: "Oh, well good luck with your candidate." I inquired: "Am I the only one?" He quipped: "You moved to the wrong neighborhood."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4091516653153354057?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4091516653153354057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4091516653153354057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4091516653153354057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4091516653153354057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-politic-ed-up.html' title='All Politic-ed Up'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/SAXx5PDuHWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-vu5GU7A160/s72-c/munk-one-x-obama2big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4119007354068647695</id><published>2008-04-09T14:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:03:01.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Town</title><content type='html'>In my 6+ months of living in Philly, I have often thought how it is a tough town. I thought this as I was standing in the check cashing place waiting to buy bus tokens and listened to two tattooed and scarred men share their stories of when/where they were handed counterfeit bills - fascinating. I thought this when I read about the Saturday city clean-up efforts where one of the volunteers found a dead body as they were cleaning the banks of the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all became so clear when A and B observed an event in our own backyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R_0Ro4DcNtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fvGTKSJKKqA/s1600-h/hawk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R_0Ro4DcNtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fvGTKSJKKqA/s400/hawk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187321739739936466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truly is a rough town, &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; if you are the pigeon that became that hawk/falcon's breakfast....((it's right in the middle of the picture, but well camouflaged against the tree - click on the picture for a larger (and more bloody) image. the pic was taken out our dining room window))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4119007354068647695?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4119007354068647695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4119007354068647695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4119007354068647695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4119007354068647695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/04/tough-town.html' title='Tough Town'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R_0Ro4DcNtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fvGTKSJKKqA/s72-c/hawk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4197254021621804907</id><published>2008-03-28T08:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:41:25.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious</title><content type='html'>A few thoughts for the arrival of the greatest time of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "I see great things in baseball, It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism, tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set, repair those losses and be a blessing to us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "In our sundown perambulations of late, through the outer parts of Brooklyn, we have observed several parties of youngsters playing base, a certain game of ball. Let us go forth awhile and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our closed rooms. The game of ball is glorious." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R-zmQLv9dYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M0d3TEWHjw0/s1600-h/200px-Walt_Whitman_edit_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R-zmQLv9dYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M0d3TEWHjw0/s200/200px-Walt_Whitman_edit_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182770436902843778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; --Walt Whitman, Died in Camden, NJ and buried a few miles from where I currently sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next six months there will be something in my day that hasn't been there the past six months.  In the words of that other great poet, John Fogerty, "We're &lt;strong&gt;born again&lt;/strong&gt; and there's new grass on the field."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4197254021621804907?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4197254021621804907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4197254021621804907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4197254021621804907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4197254021621804907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/03/glorious.html' title='Glorious'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R-zmQLv9dYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M0d3TEWHjw0/s72-c/200px-Walt_Whitman_edit_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-8494267363574265286</id><published>2008-03-24T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:39:11.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Sure</title><content type='html'>I've come across this video clip from "ER" on a couple of different blogs.  Initially, it does make a compelling case against the flaky-ness (not to mention intellectual inconsistency) that often comes with a "there are no eternal/lasting consequences for our actions" worldview.  The individual who posted it on YouTube labels the clip "ER discovers the flaw of postmodernism."  Maybe, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen the episode, just the two minute clip.  However, I do think there is an alternative interpretation.  It may actually be an idictment of the old man, and his old way of thinking.  The reason I believe this may be the case is that the old guy isn't likable, he isn't nice, he isn't easy to look at, and frankly he's old and dying.  And maybe ER is saying that his way of thinking is old, unkind, ugly, and ultimately dying.  The woman (who I believe may be the hospital chaplain?) is sharp, pretty, and patient in the face of strong verbal attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message may be in the appearance of the messengers, maybe?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNuSBGa1mLM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNuSBGa1mLM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  Ok, I just watched it a second time after writing the above, and I feel a little less certain of my "alternative interpretation." I was feeling good about it until the word "atonement" was used by the old-timer, and that isn't a word that would get tossed around too freely and without specific intent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-8494267363574265286?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8494267363574265286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=8494267363574265286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8494267363574265286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8494267363574265286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-so-sure.html' title='Not So Sure'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5451149259094989163</id><published>2008-03-24T15:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:30:40.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Ball</title><content type='html'>I also have to have a little rant against those who fill out numerous NCAA tourney brackets. I don't want to hear about your "money bracket" and that you picked Davidson to go to the sweet sixteen in your espn.com bracket and on and on.... The tourney is inherently excellent, and doesn't need the additional "excitement" from wannabe "bracketologists." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sick of hearing the pundits say things like, "there's a possibility that West Virginia could make a final four run, they're that talented. However, they would have to win two tough games to get there, which they may not be able to do." That's a lot of hot air to say nothing definitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after those two rants, "One Shining Moment" and announcers like Gus Johnson and Bill Raftery make college basketball great. Drink in this gem of a call (Raftery at his finest....a "taiwan special"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bzn3sdPjqEU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bzn3sdPjqEU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5451149259094989163?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5451149259094989163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5451149259094989163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5451149259094989163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5451149259094989163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/03/college-ball.html' title='College Ball'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-6300238450879268339</id><published>2008-03-11T15:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:35:35.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pledge</title><content type='html'>Took a quick weekend in Nashville this weekend, to hang with some good, good friends. While killing time on Saturday afternoon, we wandered around the Tennessee state capital building. The three of us came across a statue that looked out over the city. The statue had a plaque on the bottom upon which was inscribed the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The SOUTH is a land that has known sorrows; it is a land that has broken the ashen crust and moistened it with tears; a land scarred and riven by the plowshare of war and billowed with the graves of her dead; but a land of legend, a land of song, a land of hallowed and heroic memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To that land every drop of my blood, every fiber of my being, every pulsation of my heart, is consecrated forever. I was born of her womb; I was nurtured at her breast; and when my last hour shall come, I pray GOD that I may be pillowed upon her bosom and rocked to sleep within her tender and encircling arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Edward Ward Carmack (1858-1908), United States Representative, Tennessee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my two friends, both southerners, walked away with misty eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't own the same element of sentiment toward the southland, I did have misty eyes at my lunch this afternoon, which consisted of two bowls of the finest ramen noodles ever created. A favorite treat while I was serving time back in the big country:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R9beMvF8o6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WJVAKfuPkOQ/s1600-h/nong-shinramyun-L.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R9beMvF8o6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WJVAKfuPkOQ/s320/nong-shinramyun-L.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176569132090172322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-6300238450879268339?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6300238450879268339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=6300238450879268339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6300238450879268339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6300238450879268339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/03/pledge.html' title='The Pledge'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R9beMvF8o6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WJVAKfuPkOQ/s72-c/nong-shinramyun-L.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-3728967102169110941</id><published>2008-03-04T08:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:13:40.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>A and I went out for a few hours last night to a local open mic night. Our neighbor is trying to get her music career rolling, and she was headlining the open mic night (meaning that she had a pre-set time for her show). She's pretty good, and we enjoyed the opportunity to hang a bit with our neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed the other acts, although A didn't like them as much. I really enjoyed the "spoken word" act of one dude, who had us all yell "BLOOD ON THE WALL" every time he raised his fist throughout the act. I love this kind of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to wash away the stain of some of the less talented music acts of last night, I am listening to U2's live version of "Bad" - a top ten song of all time, without a doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R81KtEvBuaI/AAAAAAAAADw/6F2orSg7DtU/s1600-h/u2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R81KtEvBuaI/AAAAAAAAADw/6F2orSg7DtU/s320/u2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173873685144123810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-3728967102169110941?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3728967102169110941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=3728967102169110941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3728967102169110941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3728967102169110941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R81KtEvBuaI/AAAAAAAAADw/6F2orSg7DtU/s72-c/u2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-1743183192982877465</id><published>2008-02-29T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:24:29.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...And We're Back</title><content type='html'>Ok, been away from the blog for a while. But not any more. Some thoughts and updates for your weekend reading pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amy and the boys took off for a week with Amy's parents down in TX. They had a blast. J (the irony of using just one letter for his name is rich...) has been sad to be back. He loved playing in the mud, riding his bike, hanging with the grandparents, etc... It's nice down there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While they were away, I took the chance to do some extra tax returns here at work, and to steal away to DC for a weekend to visit with some good friends. It's nice to have different friends all over the place, and my time in DC was excellent. Did lots of dicsussing/arguing about: Biblical church leadership, vocations, and who will win the NL East. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Continuing on the sports note: your NCAA scoring leader is Charron Fisher of the Niagra Purple Eagles. Where is young Mr. Fisher from you ask? He hails from Pennsauken, NJ - the lovely and gritty hometown of yours truly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lastly, we were celebrating the reunion of our family after their trip by doing some post dinner dancing/tackling/running around our living room while listening to some loud music. In preparation of the coming St. Patty's day, we were listening to "Whiskey In The Jar." J's question: "Dad, what's whiskey?" I replied: "Son, that's what Daddy puts on his corn flakes...." No just kidding, actually we went ahead and switched the song to the "Cars" (the Pixar movie) version of "Life Is A Highway."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-1743183192982877465?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1743183192982877465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=1743183192982877465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1743183192982877465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1743183192982877465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-were-back.html' title='...And We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7900109132118038965</id><published>2008-02-11T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:24:31.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>There are two music projects out there about which I am quite excited.  Both are related in that the message of both projects lies in the &lt;em&gt;order&lt;/em&gt; of the songs on the album.  I am guessing most thoughtful musicians attempt do do this, but these two have done it in quite compelling fashion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Counting Crows:  Favorite band of A and I.  Their new album is called "Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings"  The basic message is that all of life is about the recklessness of Saturday nights, followed by the pain/regret/hangover each Sunday morning.  Adam Duritz (lead singer) shares how the album is born of a life trying to push everyone away and live a completely isolated life, and the bitter taste of the fruit of his folly.  His pursuit of isolation, with the hope of avoiding pain, resulted in the worst kind of pain.  He speaks of isolation, community, and restoration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Favorite line so far, from the song "Cowboys":  &lt;strong&gt;"This is a list of the things I should have been, but I'm not..."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The album is not out yet, but thanks to NPR and WXPN/World Cafe Live (here in Philly), you can listen to a 45 minute performance/explanation at:  &lt;strong&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=18777266&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Jon Foreman (of Switchfoot) has a compelling project as well.  He has already released two EPs, called "Fall" and "Winter," and he has two more upcoming.  "Fall" speaks of the real pain of life in this world, bad decisions, injustice, etc...  "Winter" includes two excellent songs about death.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He does a good job of expressing the reality of these things.  So much so, that I have spent a decent amount of time discussing his songs with a good friend -- asking questions like "He's not really saying what I think he's saying, is he?!?!?"  Good, honest stuff.  "Fall" and "Winter" both bring a heavy (lethal?) dose of melancholy, but I look forward to "Spring."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7900109132118038965?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7900109132118038965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7900109132118038965' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7900109132118038965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7900109132118038965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-stuff.html' title='Good Stuff'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-2176257856447131270</id><published>2008-02-08T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:47:17.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollections</title><content type='html'>A and I went out for Thai food last night.  I don't really like Thai food, but A enjoys it a bunch.  And the place we went was pretty dang good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite  food items from my multiple trips to the kingdom of Thailand:&lt;br /&gt;-  slurpees from 7-11&lt;br /&gt;-  sizzler at the royal garden hotel&lt;br /&gt;-  little bananas at every buffet&lt;br /&gt;-  fried pork on the side of the road near the ambassador jomtien&lt;br /&gt;-  DQ&lt;br /&gt;-  BK in the BKK airport&lt;br /&gt;-  European food at all the tasty European restaurants in Chiang Mai and Ko Samui&lt;br /&gt;-  pizza at the Pizza Garden in Ko Samui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm not a real adventurous eater when travelling.  However, it was good to recall the fine times spent travelling over the years last night with A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy year of the rat.  Go "bao" some jiaozi and eat them, or just get some orange chicken from Panda Express at the mall.  Do what you gotta do.  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R6xdDeGKPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/NyzGusqxNOg/s1600-h/120683907_ac34e91012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R6xdDeGKPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/NyzGusqxNOg/s200/120683907_ac34e91012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164605186887007650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a little picture here below that may drum up a few Thai memories for some of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R6xb9OGKPZI/AAAAAAAAADg/9fCDtN8F_m8/s1600-h/jomtien.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R6xb9OGKPZI/AAAAAAAAADg/9fCDtN8F_m8/s200/jomtien.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164603980001197458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-2176257856447131270?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2176257856447131270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=2176257856447131270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2176257856447131270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2176257856447131270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/02/recollections.html' title='Recollections'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R6xdDeGKPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/NyzGusqxNOg/s72-c/120683907_ac34e91012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5254692488267108954</id><published>2008-02-05T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:41:33.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's a big day in the political arena.  I love this stuff, it's like a big soap opera and I can't get enough of it.  I've come across two incidents that were somewhat odd.  One was national and one was local, and both involved Mike Huckabee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching CNBC (the financial channel) this morning, and they had four pundits on there commenting on the coming day's events.  The final question centered on Huckabee and questioned his attentiveness to lowering taxes (a typically conservative issue).  The first guy answered the question straight up, and the last guy said he couldn't imagine Huckabee succeeding in even a vice-presidential role because, "who knows what this guy would say, especially about religion."  And that was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I bumped into this was in the editorial section of the Sunday paper.  The reported went on and on about Romney's flip-flopping, and McCain's stance on immigration, etc...  The reporter's only quote decrying Huckabee, "he was a Southern Baptist minister, and that's all that need be said." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not carrying water for Huckabee, but I will blast those who "fear" Huckabee's religious tendencies with the one of the greatest insults of our current age: &lt;strong&gt;That's Not Very Tolerant&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have that off my chest, go on about your Super Tuesday, and enjoy your Mardi Gras celebrations....  Be sure to get to church tomorrow for Ash Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5254692488267108954?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5254692488267108954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5254692488267108954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5254692488267108954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5254692488267108954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy Tuesday'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-2657676306982577184</id><published>2008-01-29T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:37:30.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think (hope) we have the next Sidney Crosby on our hands. This is J on his first skating lesson (four weeks ago). B provides good comedy on this one, his first line is "J's not doing it Dad!" Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c28dfa47fbb4a65" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c28dfa47fbb4a65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329869895%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2591002244F6FC0ED73286533DEEABA751CC4781.15DE20D1C7B4914D36DC3DC811784B6E4B835378%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c28dfa47fbb4a65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTIquBGjM3pMmUHdfQjSqppZkmPQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ce37838734f13bee&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2657676306982577184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=2657676306982577184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2657676306982577184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2657676306982577184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-hope-we-have-next-sidney-crosby.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7507169860081485142</id><published>2008-01-23T14:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:41:31.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Gone By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R5eYROGKPYI/AAAAAAAAADY/fiPPidx2JA4/s1600-h/jingantemple0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R5eYROGKPYI/AAAAAAAAADY/fiPPidx2JA4/s320/jingantemple0119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158759319785323906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we love where we are now.  AND Yes, we sure miss this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7507169860081485142?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7507169860081485142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7507169860081485142' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7507169860081485142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7507169860081485142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-years-gone-by.html' title='Three Years Gone By'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R5eYROGKPYI/AAAAAAAAADY/fiPPidx2JA4/s72-c/jingantemple0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-6220123235819266591</id><published>2008-01-22T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:45:41.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A (not so) funny event</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm back after a bit of a delay for a quick post. One somewhat memorable event of the weekend: we passed a pet store en route to another store and the boys wanted to go to the petstore. We went back to the petstore, and there were four or so people out front who were holding dogs on leashes. The dogs appeared to be of the pit bull variety, and the dogs were wearing coats that said "adopt me" on them. The funny thing is that the dogs were not nice. The people holding them encouraged the boys not to touch them, and one of the dogs lunged at B on our way out. I think this helped affirm my predisposition to never adopt a dog that is foaming at the mouth-- even if he wears a cool little "adopt me" coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, the stock market is a bit wacky now and I have to convince *myself* and our clients, who are nervously calling, that I know what I'm talking about....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-6220123235819266591?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6220123235819266591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=6220123235819266591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6220123235819266591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6220123235819266591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-so-funny-event.html' title='A (not so) funny event'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-3237244686155080197</id><published>2008-01-16T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:17:33.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Urban Thought</title><content type='html'>Something to put in your pipe and toke on a bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "The country is the place where there are more plants than people, and the city is the place where there are more people than plants, and since God loves people far more than He loves plants, He loves the city more than He loves the country." &lt;br /&gt;--Bill Crispin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Dad, I don't want to live in the country. It doesn't have all the cool parts..." --My son J, while holding my hand and walking down 18th Street on January 13, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-3237244686155080197?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3237244686155080197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=3237244686155080197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3237244686155080197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3237244686155080197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/01/food-for-urban-thought.html' title='Food For Urban Thought'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-3469595505063644439</id><published>2008-01-09T08:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:57:23.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Late New Year's Posting</title><content type='html'>I just spilled coffee all over my desk. I saved the computer, but sacrificed a few documents I had printed. All in all, it was a worthy trade-off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick post with a few pics from new year's day. We have a big parade where men wear dresses and drink lots of cheap beer. Without further ado, here are a couple of pics of our kids and neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is a picture of one of the string bands, who are actually very good. Check out the people hanging out of the windows with their bottles in their hand: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R4TReRMek8I/AAAAAAAAADI/NPCvZyvwJME/s1600-h/mummers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R4TReRMek8I/AAAAAAAAADI/NPCvZyvwJME/s320/mummers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153474191560709058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This is J and B in front of some of the props for the parade. As you can see, J is hungover from a rowdy New Year's Eve and B is looking upon him with no compassion. An additional note, the prison-like building in the background is our local elementary school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R4TSMRMek9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Qo9P-MjqlzA/s1600-h/hungoverjay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R4TSMRMek9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Qo9P-MjqlzA/s320/hungoverjay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153474981834691538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-3469595505063644439?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/3469595505063644439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=3469595505063644439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3469595505063644439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/3469595505063644439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-new-years-posting.html' title='A Late New Year&apos;s Posting'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R4TReRMek8I/AAAAAAAAADI/NPCvZyvwJME/s72-c/mummers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-2751752100499191259</id><published>2008-01-04T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:40:09.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids = Hosed</title><content type='html'>We occasionally fire up the music loud, and do a little dancing around the living room after dinner. The boys get nuts, and A even sometimes joins us. I subscribe to rhapsody.com (on a side note, &lt;strong&gt;DO THE SAME&lt;/strong&gt;, it's excellent to have any and every song at your listening pleasure) and I draw upon my "recently listened to" queue to pull a few songs for dancing. Well, I was playing DJ last night for our post-dinner craziness, and I noticed the following lyrics in a few of the songs I chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now he's having a smoke, and she's taking a drag, now they're going to bed, and my stomach is sick...."  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;so i changed it to another song which involved "living on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine...."      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i once again chose another song that had "we laughed all the way to hell, saying yes this is fine promotion...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, while I hope they embrace good music as they grow, I want to guide them away from all that the lyrics suggest.....May God have mercy on us all, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we finished up with some David Crowder's (you know, to get a Jesus song in there...) "Here Is Our King" -- which in my opinion is perhaps the finest of "the passion movement" songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA CREDIT: can you identify the three songs from the lyrics given above?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-2751752100499191259?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2751752100499191259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=2751752100499191259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2751752100499191259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2751752100499191259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-kids-hosed.html' title='My Kids = Hosed'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-286897289824556711</id><published>2008-01-02T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:43:53.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Roundup</title><content type='html'>And some updates from a very fine Christmas season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I used to drink the occassional adult beverage from this (that's a "Curious George" jelly jar if you can't tell):  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R3vZAxMek6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/CHhp3o2ZmWI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R3vZAxMek6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/CHhp3o2ZmWI/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150949206057194402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, thanks to a nice gift from my Father-in-law, I can now use this:&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R3vZOxMek7I/AAAAAAAAADA/d4_0dtFAZyM/s1600-h/sommeliers_single-malt-whisky_4400_80_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R3vZOxMek7I/AAAAAAAAADA/d4_0dtFAZyM/s200/sommeliers_single-malt-whisky_4400_80_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150949446575362994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Another enjoyable treat was a brief visit with a buddy from back in our SH years.  We enjoyed an hour or so recalling our past few years since leaving the big country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  It's been three years since our abrupt departure from SH.  It seems to be more and more of a blur each year.  However, A and I are so grateful for the place we are now, and (in some ways) even for the dark hours and days in the process of getting here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  There were a few more fun events/discoveries throughout the week, and I'll be checking in with them soon.  Lastly, maybe a New Year's Resolution should be to figure out how to put up a post with something other than a list and a few pics.  Someday I'll figure that out, but not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-286897289824556711?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/286897289824556711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=286897289824556711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/286897289824556711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/286897289824556711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-roundup.html' title='A Christmas Roundup'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R3vZAxMek6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/CHhp3o2ZmWI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-8280558220542846449</id><published>2007-12-20T10:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:42:11.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two more things</title><content type='html'>I want to add to my "things I like" list, just two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really, really enjoy the bud light commercials where it shows the guy who just says "dude" in a bunch of different settings. It seems there are two of them now, and both are excellent. The one below is actually expanded from the one on TV. It gets more and more rich each time you watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/Mzg3MDA2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/Mzg3MDA2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/bud-light.html"&gt;Bud Light Dude&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A friend of mine just put me onto Andrew Peterson's music - www.andrew-peterson.com. He's folky and a colorful song writer. He can be a little "over the top" in his artsy-ness. All around very good. How about these for some strong lyrics to begin a Christmas song: &lt;br /&gt;"It was not a silent night&lt;br /&gt;There was blood on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You could hear a woman cry&lt;br /&gt;In the alleyways that night&lt;br /&gt;On the streets of David's town"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song also includes these fantastic lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;"Noble Joseph at her side&lt;br /&gt;Callused hands and weary eyes&lt;br /&gt;There were no midwives to be found&lt;br /&gt;In the streets of David's town&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he held her and he prayed&lt;br /&gt;Shafts of moonlight on his face&lt;br /&gt;But the baby in her womb&lt;br /&gt;He was the maker of the moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is good, good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-8280558220542846449?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8280558220542846449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=8280558220542846449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8280558220542846449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8280558220542846449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-more-things.html' title='two more things'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-6975707358188054055</id><published>2007-12-19T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:02:16.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Likes/Dislikes</title><content type='html'>Lists seem to be popular in media these days. So I'm in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elements of Life I Am Currently Enjoying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. B's insistence on calling the great fish in all the Jonah story books "a dolphin." I don't know why, but this is funny to me every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. J had to give his preschool class a "tip" yesterday, his tip: "Don't stand up on top of the car." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Found a pretzel place near our house that cranks out fresh hot pretzels starting at 6am. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Donna Reed in "It's a Wonderful Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Jimmy Stewart in "It's a Wonderful Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Southbound Train" by Jon Foreman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I knew it: &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R2l4PxMek5I/AAAAAAAAACs/XgogHj1h8ls/s1600-h/pettitte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R2l4PxMek5I/AAAAAAAAACs/XgogHj1h8ls/s200/pettitte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145776261546546066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The 76ers are really bad, but they have some young players who might turn into real NBA players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My living room lit with Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Getting to listen to Sunday Morning Over Easy streaming over the internet on Sunday mornings from the finest radio station, 92.9WBOS in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Seeing some old China friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The knockoff NPR skit on SNL with Alec Baldwin. As with B and "the dolphin", Pete Schwedy and his balls are funny every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elements of Life I'm Not Enjoying So Much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No college football for a few weeks, except for the D-IAA and D-II championships, which I watched like they were the superbowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Southbound Train" by Jon Foreman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R2l32xMek4I/AAAAAAAAACk/4qogQvTuq-Q/s1600-h/071217jessicasimpsoniy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R2l32xMek4I/AAAAAAAAACk/4qogQvTuq-Q/s200/071217jessicasimpsoniy7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145775832049816450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The fact that I haven't read a book for a couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Not getting to see more old China friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. I'm sure more lists of likes and dislikes will surface in the days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-6975707358188054055?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6975707358188054055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=6975707358188054055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6975707358188054055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6975707358188054055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/12/current-likesdislikes.html' title='Current Likes/Dislikes'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R2l4PxMek5I/AAAAAAAAACs/XgogHj1h8ls/s72-c/pettitte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-880959329966026802</id><published>2007-12-11T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:45:35.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel the need, the need for extremes</title><content type='html'>Why must we move to the edges? In politics, entertainment, sports, and religion the tendency to label something/someone "all good" or "all bad" is obvious. The ability to discern something as both good AND bad (to use simple terms) is not often observed. I read an article a while back about how one of the original "hater" blogs - gawker - built an empire on labeling the world of NYC in extreme terms. It happens as well in the Christian community: emerging church is ALL bad, calvinists are ALL crazy, proclamation evangelism is COMPLETELY modern, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it in the response to "The Golden Compass." The movie is ALL bad (if you're a religious type) or it is ALL good and harmless (if you are secular and want to rebut the religious nuts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I am saying is that everyone should just calm down and become like me and see the world as I see it. Then everything will be ok and peace and justice will be restored....if I were king...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-880959329966026802?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/880959329966026802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=880959329966026802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/880959329966026802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/880959329966026802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-feel-need-need-for-extremes.html' title='I feel the need, the need for extremes'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7555423874585600499</id><published>2007-12-05T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:31:36.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Kids, A Deer!</title><content type='html'>In the family tradition of the Griswolds, we got us a Christmas tree last night. Here are two equally true versions of the experience, one traditional and the other modern/urban. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRADITIONAL: There was a light snow flurry in the air as we rolled off to the Christmas tree lot. We stopped to pick up some egg nog, and listened to the radio station that plays only Christmas music during December. The boys played with the pine branches that were laying around and we also purchased some small evergreen bushes to plant in our window boxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MODERN/URBAN: There was a light snow flurry in the air as we rolled off to the Christmas tree lot. We stopped at the light next to the railroad tracks, where the homeless guy keeps all his stuff. He looked cold. We sang "The Hannukah Song" by Adam Sandler, which was playing on the radio station that plays only Christmas music during the month of December. We searched for a nice tree under the pink glow cast by the neon lights of the neighboring strip club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas season everyone. When I go home today, I'll be greeted by the great seasonal smell of the nice 8 foot tree in my living room. Until then, drink you gin and tonic-ahs and smoke your marijuani-cah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Hmr5YOewww&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Hmr5YOewww&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7555423874585600499?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7555423874585600499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7555423874585600499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7555423874585600499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7555423874585600499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-kids-deer.html' title='Look Kids, A Deer!'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-504347712764879306</id><published>2007-12-04T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T13:41:12.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Football Musings</title><content type='html'>I have watched, and enjoyed, a LOT of college football of late. It was a wacky season, which was for the most part very enjoyable. Here are a few thoughts (this is therapy for the reality that I'll be without college football for the next nine months, save for the bowl games):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The powerhouses of the '90s are now lousy, e.g. Nebraska, FSU, Miami. It's nice to see them suck, but it's almost no longer enjoyable because they've been so bad for so long (this does not hold true for point number 3 below). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The underachievers of the '90s are now very good. LSU, Florida, USC, and Ohio State always had tons of talent and didn't win when it mattered. Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does anyone know which team Notre Dame is going to lose to in a bowl this year? Oh yeah, they only won three games. It is ALWAYS a treat to watch this arrogant program with an arrogant coach lose. Fortunately, because of their arrogant television contract, I got to watch them lose quite often this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R1Wesmr1wxI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z6T8npD0J68/s1600-h/CACXILR0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R1Wesmr1wxI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z6T8npD0J68/s320/CACXILR0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140189038849147666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Penn State plays A&amp;M this year in the Alamo Bowl. We whipped them 24-0 several years ago, and I hope beat them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-504347712764879306?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/504347712764879306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=504347712764879306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/504347712764879306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/504347712764879306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/12/college-football-musings.html' title='College Football Musings'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R1Wesmr1wxI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z6T8npD0J68/s72-c/CACXILR0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-1730167793943458832</id><published>2007-11-30T08:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:15:58.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>There was an informative article in the Wall Street Journal yesterday, focusing on the monks in Belgium who support their monastery through sales of a highly sought after beer. I recommend indulging in the both the article and a cold brew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB119628388037006909.html?mod=hps_us_mostpop_viewed"&gt;http://online.wsj.com/article/SB119628388037006909.html?mod=hps_us_mostpop_viewed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R1AMnLQMTZI/AAAAAAAAACE/5zNtmMiFds4/s1600-R/OB-AU616_BEER6_20071128065111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138621042004872594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R1AMnLQMTZI/AAAAAAAAACE/mQoyxdY8S5g/s320/OB-AU616_BEER6_20071128065111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-1730167793943458832?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1730167793943458832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=1730167793943458832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1730167793943458832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1730167793943458832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R1AMnLQMTZI/AAAAAAAAACE/mQoyxdY8S5g/s72-c/OB-AU616_BEER6_20071128065111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-2171732635438761570</id><published>2007-11-28T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:05:27.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Observations</title><content type='html'>Below is a nice little article from theatlantic.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The" way vs "a" way (Japan v China dept)&lt;br /&gt;27 Nov 2007 02:40 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a scientific comparison, but when i saw one scene I remembered another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the recent scene: yesterday afternoon, Naha airport, Okinawa, Japan. Line crew gassing up a Cirrus SR22:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R03Wv7QMTXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vPPXA30FrP8/s1600-h/IMG_4476A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R03Wv7QMTXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vPPXA30FrP8/s320/IMG_4476A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137998868747406706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details to notice below: crew identically dressed in company uniform; complete safety gear -- hardhats, reflective chest straps with procedural checklist clipped on, puffy protective cuff to shield the plane's wing from damage. It's hard to see in the picture, but even the boots are part of the uniform: black, with red laces, and company logos on the back. Impossible to see in the picture: the coordinated shout and semi-bow toward the plane when the fueling was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the scene I remembered and mentioned last year: Refueling the same kind of plane in Changsha, capital of Hunan Province, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R03XFbQMTYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-yseRfLBRrs/s1600-h/IMG_0969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R03XFbQMTYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-yseRfLBRrs/s320/IMG_0969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137999238114594178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With usual caveats against sweeping generalization, what this made me think was: Japan is all about the way of doing things. Practice, ritual, perfectionism, as much fanatical attention to the process as to the result. China is all about finding a way to do things. Improvisation, little interest in rules, putting up with whatever is necessary to attain the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah yeah yeah, there are exceptions: perfectionist operations in China, loosey-goosey ones in Japan. Still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I am feeling positive toward both approaches. The emphasis on the right way of doing things is re-surprising on each encounter with Japan. And the determination to do things in China, no matter what, commands respect, despite the obvious complications and problems it creates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to refueling the plane....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-2171732635438761570?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2171732635438761570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=2171732635438761570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2171732635438761570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2171732635438761570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/cultural-observations.html' title='Cultural Observations'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R03Wv7QMTXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vPPXA30FrP8/s72-c/IMG_4476A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-9197365214052899454</id><published>2007-11-27T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:21:33.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Rallies Christians?</title><content type='html'>My question is: What issues bring a concerted response from Christians here in the U.S.?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on two emails I've received the past week, it appears that movies with an anti-God message (The Golden Compass) and large retailers who offer health benefits to the spouses of homosexual employees (Target) are two areas that Christians will get worked up about.  This bums me out.  Obviously, I don't mean to indict all believers of Jesus here in the U.S.--that would be overboard.  But why do Christians get all whipped into a frenzy (and fire out forwarded emails) about a movie and a corporate decision about homosexuality?  I'm developing my rant about "The Golden Compass" - that's for another time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, my rant focuses on this:  There are a TON of issues out there that demand Biblical wisdom, why would Christians "circle the wagons" around a movie and retailer?  Why don't we fire out an email/article/blog/book/whatever demanding that true followers of Jesus do something about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"DETROIT - In another blow to the Motor City's tarnished image, Detroit pushed past St. Louis to become the nation's most dangerous city, according to a private research group's controversial analysis, released Sunday, of annual FBI crime statistics....Last year's crime leader, St. Louis, fell to No. 2. Another Michigan city, Flint, ranked third, followed by Oakland Calif.; Camden, N.J.; Birmingham, Ala.; North Charleston, S.C.; Memphis, Tenn.; Richmond, Calif.; and Cleveland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study ranked Mission Viejo, Calif., as the safest U.S. city, followed by Clarkstown, N.Y.; Brick Township, N.J.; Amherst, N.Y.; and Sugar Land, Texas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have no basis for this, I am quite confident there is a greater percentage of Christians(as a percentage of population) in places like Mission Viejo, CA and Sugar Land, TX than there is in Detroit, Camden NJ, or Memphis.  Let's get a Christian presence IN the city that rivals the presence of Christians that live OUTSIDE the city.  My guess is the city-adverse Christian culture isn't just here in the U.S, it may be a global problem...sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough on that rant, but it will most likely show up again.  On a lighter note, if you can get your hands on the Barenaked Ladies/Sarah McLachlan version of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen," do yourself a favor and take it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-9197365214052899454?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/9197365214052899454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=9197365214052899454' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/9197365214052899454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/9197365214052899454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-rallies-christians.html' title='What Rallies Christians?'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-6672407599396173289</id><published>2007-11-26T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:22:48.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few More Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I want to be mindful not to fall into a predictable template for blog postings, however I am going once again with the "random list of thoughts" post.  I do have another post brewing for the next couple of days, but for now I am returning to the random list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I now have greater insight as to why some hide their kids' names on their blog (see comments to my previous post).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am catching grief from my wife, because she wants to be called "A."  She thinks it's more mysterious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  People have been harassing me to watch the Marky Mark Eagles movie about Vince Papale's life.  A very thoughtful friend bought us the DVD before our move, and we watched it over the weekend.  The movie is solidly mediocre.  Amy enjoyed it a bit more than I because she didn't know the story beforehand (and she likes Marky Mark).  As for Philly-based movies, I still keep Rocky in my top 5 movies of all time (maybe top 2). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  It is often said that there is no such thing as a "moral victory," I say that is crap.  Our team did pretty good last night, even in light of the close defeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R0rWpLQMTWI/AAAAAAAAABs/fnyLI-21qCg/s1600-h/nfl_g_brady_sack_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R0rWpLQMTWI/AAAAAAAAABs/fnyLI-21qCg/s320/nfl_g_brady_sack_200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137154327853157730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-6672407599396173289?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/6672407599396173289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=6672407599396173289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6672407599396173289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/6672407599396173289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/few-more-thoughts.html' title='A Few More Thoughts'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R0rWpLQMTWI/AAAAAAAAABs/fnyLI-21qCg/s72-c/nfl_g_brady_sack_200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4480812988922990125</id><published>2007-11-23T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:34:29.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day After Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>It is now officially post-Thanksgiving and we are all granted permission to listen to Christmas music. I used to work with a dude who listened to Christmas music all year round-I found it troubling. However, I didn't find it as troubling as the Josh Grobin CD that my Mom just bought and listens to in the office. She loves him. I am not as fond of him as she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few more random thoughts for your Holiday enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We've watched Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving each of the past two days. My boy J finds the scene with the fight between Snoopy and the chair to be somewhat scary. He also finds Winnie the Pooh and Thomas the Train to be spooky at times as well. He has a low tolerance for scary-ness in videos. He is tough as nails, though, when we play tackle football. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had a good holiday with my cousins at my aunt's, and it is always good to see all of them. My other son, B (I'm not sure why I can't post their full names, but I find that other bloggers just put the first letter) loves to eat pickles. He will eat pickles at any time, and with great vigor. Therefore, he loves Thanksgiving. He pulled up a chair to the obligatory plate of pickles, and proceeded to knock down several plates of them. He also loads black olives onto each of his fingers and eats them. He repeated this activity, often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've got to go get a bit of work done, so I can leave early and go home and watch Friday afternoon college football. Yet another treat of this great holiday weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4480812988922990125?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4480812988922990125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4480812988922990125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4480812988922990125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4480812988922990125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-after-thanksgiving.html' title='Day After Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-8052770326965887683</id><published>2007-11-21T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T09:49:58.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll be watching</title><content type='html'>After a healthy dose of family visits and pre-Thanksgiving work, I am back. Just a few random thoughts to take up a little of your time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dig the day before Thanksgiving--it's like a little holiday of it's own. Wednesdays are rarely exciting, but this one has a nice little buzz to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I work with both of my parents, and it's 9:45 and they're not in the office yet. I wonder if this is a work holiday that I knew not of. Maybe I could implement the old college rule where the professor got 10-15 minutes to show up late, otherwise you could bust out of class? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Amy and I went to a concert last week, and it was outstanding. Dude's name is Will Hoge and go google him and check out his stuff. He's got a nice, simple southern blues/rock feel. And we feel like we know him because he carpooled to school with a good friend when they were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lastly, we'll be watching this tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R0RFBrQMTUI/AAAAAAAAABc/ihIjy1aMJRg/s1600-h/acharliebrownthanksgivinglogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R0RFBrQMTUI/AAAAAAAAABc/ihIjy1aMJRg/s200/acharliebrownthanksgivinglogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135305370202033474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything better than when snoopy gets in a fight with the chair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-8052770326965887683?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8052770326965887683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=8052770326965887683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8052770326965887683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8052770326965887683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-be-watching.html' title='we&apos;ll be watching'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/R0RFBrQMTUI/AAAAAAAAABc/ihIjy1aMJRg/s72-c/acharliebrownthanksgivinglogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4246730859803320759</id><published>2007-11-14T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:51:32.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man Pedro</title><content type='html'>Those of us who have lived overseas know the joy of watching some WorldSport on CNN International. Our main soccer man Pedro Pinto gets worked over here - watch to the end. Good times always follow anytime a reporter is headlocked and a microphone gets commandeered by hooligans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jSguQlfaNgg&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jSguQlfaNgg&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4246730859803320759?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4246730859803320759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4246730859803320759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4246730859803320759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4246730859803320759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-man-pedro.html' title='My Man Pedro'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-1450981484406231050</id><published>2007-11-13T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:41:31.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RzmpOlLlB1I/AAAAAAAAABU/emzXJhRQeGc/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132319318329329490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RzmpOlLlB1I/AAAAAAAAABU/emzXJhRQeGc/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, the old hometown was highlighted quite a bit over the weekend. The 20/20 special was pretty compelling, but that home makeover show is barely watchable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, above is a pic of my boy J that Amy took when they went to see the house revealed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-1450981484406231050?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1450981484406231050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=1450981484406231050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1450981484406231050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1450981484406231050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/quick-pic.html' title='Quick Pic'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RzmpOlLlB1I/AAAAAAAAABU/emzXJhRQeGc/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-7987118477728762781</id><published>2007-11-09T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:15:46.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Camden,+NJ,+USA&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=39.960149,-75.110779&amp;amp;spn=0.09041,0.159645&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;om=1&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJrkoWhWnoFdYIRplSRaUnCo4gg-kA" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0000ff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Camden,+NJ,+USA&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=39.960149,-75.110779&amp;amp;spn=0.09041,0.159645&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;om=1&amp;amp;source=embed"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hometown will be highlighted quite a bit this weekend. There is a bit on 20/20 tonight about Camden, NJ, it's a follow up report to a previous report on the downtrodden city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the big buzz will be Sunday night on Extreme Makeover, as the family is from Camden. We watched the house go up over the summer, and Amy and J were at the unveiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RzSjNlLlB0I/AAAAAAAAABM/DNTJG4BnH3c/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130905329196140354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RzSjNlLlB0I/AAAAAAAAABM/DNTJG4BnH3c/s200/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-7987118477728762781?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/7987118477728762781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=7987118477728762781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7987118477728762781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/7987118477728762781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/most-famous.html' title='Most Famous'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RzSjNlLlB0I/AAAAAAAAABM/DNTJG4BnH3c/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5307487331856023643</id><published>2007-11-07T15:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:17:26.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received this email from the church we attended in Boston, Park Street Church. Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Protesters are Coming, the Protesters are Coming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you are aware from Gordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hugenberger's&lt;/span&gt; sermon last Sunday, a protest is planned outside of our church from 8:00 - 8:30 am this Sunday November 4 by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Westboro&lt;/span&gt; Baptist Church from Topeka, Kansas. This group has traveled around the United States proclaiming God's judgment on the nation due to cultural and religious acceptance of homosexuality. Most recently they have been in the news because they have been held liable for $11.0 million for disrupting a funeral of a soldier who died in Iraq. One poster had written on it, "God loves dead soldiers." The church's website home page address is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;godhatesfags&lt;/span&gt;.com. That gives you an idea where their heart is. They plan to go from Park Street to several other churches throughout the morning expressing their hatred against those with whom they disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed up with a friend who attends Park Street, and it turns out that they didn't show. The entire email quoted above was extremely well written. Made us proud to be Park &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Streeters&lt;/span&gt;, as we are still members there until we start membership classes at our church here in Philly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5307487331856023643?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5307487331856023643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5307487331856023643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5307487331856023643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5307487331856023643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/received-this-email-from-church-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5297330799531164557</id><published>2007-11-05T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:42:20.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 out of 2 Ain't Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Ry9_VW-whXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LjtgxxNkDrk/s1600-h/263120676_2518b40e5b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates, friends, we have updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The drama of the lottery came down to the reality&lt;/strong&gt; of 24 spots open with 109 applicants. As the 23rd name was called, I was bummed. However, the last spot went to my boy. I could only smile as one of the greatest struggles with our move to the city (schooling for our lads) was provided for against 1.17% odds. It's a good option, and we are so grateful that we can move forward with a good option "in the bag." What a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129458608600286594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Ry9_bW-whYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/B_wfPSMdcl8/s200/263120676_2518b40e5b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Apparantly, Dallas doesn't suck. They beat us like a rented mule and it was not pretty in the stands. I started a "Top 10 Inappropriate Things Yelled At Dallas Fans" list as I sat there, but it's much to salty to put here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did, however, very much enjoy the guy behind me who yelled "TASER HIM" every time security ran by to break up a scuffle. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129458862003357074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Ry9_qG-whZI/AAAAAAAAABE/RsM5B9Y_r4I/s200/44000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5297330799531164557?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5297330799531164557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5297330799531164557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5297330799531164557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5297330799531164557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-out-of-2-aint-bad.html' title='1 out of 2 Ain&apos;t Bad'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Ry9_bW-whYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/B_wfPSMdcl8/s72-c/263120676_2518b40e5b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-4582553924159885894</id><published>2007-11-02T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:11:49.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Wanted to follow up on my endorsement of "My Name is Earl" in a previous post.  It figures that last night's episode was the worst that the show has offered.  I still enjoy the general premise of the show, that being a guy trying to right all of his previous wrongs, but last night was lousy.  Sorry to point you toward a crappy product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-4582553924159885894?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/4582553924159885894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=4582553924159885894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4582553924159885894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/4582553924159885894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-5995638687927861609</id><published>2007-11-02T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:52:44.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Two significant events this weekend in our little world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Rysapyl42RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xgZVukRDmN0/s1600-h/t_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128221905949088018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Rysapyl42RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xgZVukRDmN0/s200/t_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. We are in the lottery. Big drawing tonight at 7pm. Many of our efforts these past weeks have been focused on school options for J, our four year old. He starts K-garten next fall. Well, we have applied to a good charter school here in Philly, and the lottery for entrance is tonight. There are 200+ applicants for about 5-10 spots. When I heard the odds, I could only draw on the immortal words of Harry from "Dumb and Dumber"--"...so you're saying I have a chance..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's actually a public lottery, sort of like the NFL or NBA draft. I'm thinking about wearing a gaudy suit. Or maybe I'll paint my chest and bring a big foam finger....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The second big event of the weekend is the Eagles - Dallas football game. I am going with my brother and two other friends. There should be some solid fights in the stands, and I only hope the Birds fight just as hard on the field. But if I am not here next week, it could be because I was involved in an unfortunate incident at Lincoln Financial Field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128224912426195234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RysdYyl42SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oFbFYuYlsss/s200/13624135_125x125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-5995638687927861609?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/5995638687927861609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=5995638687927861609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5995638687927861609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/5995638687927861609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-weekend.html' title='Big Weekend'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Rysapyl42RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xgZVukRDmN0/s72-c/t_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-1533623564521069695</id><published>2007-11-01T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:48:01.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RynK0Cl42QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_zcgfPY6gIs/s1600-h/Earl_C_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127852646135814402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RynK0Cl42QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_zcgfPY6gIs/s320/Earl_C_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday is an OUTSTANDING day of the week. I believe one begins to sense this in high school, because you know the weekend is coming. This sense is furthered in college, when most students try to schedule all of their classes to end on Thursday. Thus, Thursday becomes one of the biggest party nights on a college campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still enjoy Thursdays, because I highly value Fridays. I also enjoy Thursday night college football in the fall, and it doesn't hurt that Thursday also brings us "My Name is Earl" and "The Office"--the finest hour of TV out there. So Happy Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-1533623564521069695?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/1533623564521069695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=1533623564521069695' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1533623564521069695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/1533623564521069695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursdays.html' title='Thursdays'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/RynK0Cl42QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_zcgfPY6gIs/s72-c/Earl_C_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-2560076842848757518</id><published>2007-10-30T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:22:26.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Blogging, I'm a blogger</title><content type='html'>Blogging is fun. Substitute "I'm sailing" with "I'm blogging" in the classic video clip.  This is the joy of blogging, as it enables one to spend 25 minutes trying to figure out how to put a youtube video into the blog post.  good times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HROJflp4-EY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HROJflp4-EY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-2560076842848757518?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2560076842848757518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=2560076842848757518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2560076842848757518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2560076842848757518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-blogging-im-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m Blogging, I&apos;m a blogger'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-8598594123251129708</id><published>2007-10-24T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:46:09.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm worse than a "laggard"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Rx-B9qtw6TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0W8QeA50uV4/s1600-h/innovation_curve_2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124957797409155378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Rx-B9qtw6TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0W8QeA50uV4/s320/innovation_curve_2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=451,height=307,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://workforcefanatic.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/innovation_curve_2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The graph on the left is one that we used quite often in my previous organization. Basically, some folks jump on board early, some wait a bit, and others take a long time to jump on a certain method, fad, belief, etc... While pretty intuitive, many folks at my previous organization loved to talk about this thing at length. Many, many hours were spent "walking through this." Wish I had those hours back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, here is why this is appearing on my blog: I'm not a laggard, as there has to be something later than a "laggard." I am just getting on the blog-fad. All that to say, I'm in the blogosphere, and you're going to enjoy it even if it kills me to spend 20 minutes googling the above curve and finally finding a site from which I could cut and paste the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My lagging tendencies don't surpise me. I was the dude who started listening to Pearl Jam's "ten" album about 2 years after it came out, and I insisted on telling everyone how great this band was after they'd been on top of the charts for years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-8598594123251129708?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/8598594123251129708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=8598594123251129708' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8598594123251129708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/8598594123251129708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/10/graph-on-left-is-one-that-we-used-quite.html' title='I&apos;m worse than a &quot;laggard&quot;'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jgbMVyGMLS4/Rx-B9qtw6TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0W8QeA50uV4/s72-c/innovation_curve_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894597102881014478.post-2051556089694619197</id><published>2007-10-23T14:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:06:22.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first one'/><title type='text'>So nervous</title><content type='html'>I'm anxiously typing this first post, because we have all visited the blogs of friends that begin and end with the obligatory "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just getting started/i wonder what this will be like/this is fun" post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I am quite critical of a lot of blogs.  Honestly, I don't like the way people start waxing eloquent and try to adopt the style of Shakespeare on their blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to press on through my weird anxiety and do it.  For one, I have a few folks around the country and world whom I'd like to keep informed of our little daily goings-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;.  Also, my family and I just started a significant life change in that we moved to the city and we hope to raise our family there.  It's already been full of challenges, and I'm sure there are more to come.  I hope to bring others along in our journey, and perhaps even convince them to join us in our wacky endeavors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I just gotta be me.  So I hope to talk about both the significant and insignificant and everything in between.  Hopefully, I'll offend just a few, and maybe even encourage more than a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894597102881014478-2051556089694619197?l=citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/feeds/2051556089694619197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894597102881014478&amp;postID=2051556089694619197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2051556089694619197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894597102881014478/posts/default/2051556089694619197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citylitbyfireflies.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-nervous.html' title='So nervous'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996401773469063507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
