<?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-4118623</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:59:01.426-08:00</updated><category term='patriotism'/><category term='travel'/><category term='KG'/><category term='trades'/><category term='triathlon'/><category term='LeBron'/><category term='work'/><category term='training'/><category term='NBA'/><category term='politics'/><category term='sports'/><title type='text'>The Sports Spot</title><subtitle type='html'>Timberwolves Basketball, Twins Baseball, and Vikings Football: What could be better? 
Maybe I'll take a look around the leagues sometimes, too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-1808344519461052077</id><published>2009-02-23T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:02:49.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>37 days to go . . . And we both had good weekends.  Carly had a great time at her first baby shower.  You should check out the swag she got!  Some really neat stuff, and the nesting is in full force.And I was thinking a lot about this new life.  Part of the reason we are so comfortable having a baby (and we ought be now, because she's coming anyway) might have something to do with our life.  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1808344519461052077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1808344519461052077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2009/02/37-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-6788686125403191993</id><published>2009-02-11T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:16:50.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>49 days to goAnd I have been thinking about being a "grown up".  I guess what that boils down to is I cant quit my job.  That sounds lame, but really, that's the only thing that I am doing resposibly that I didn't already do.I have had a lot of jobs over the years, and I have come to a very certain conclusion:  I am never happy with my boss.  I think this comes for a nice mixture of being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6788686125403191993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6788686125403191993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2009/02/49-days-to-go-and-i-have-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-3176563497411032179</id><published>2009-02-10T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:15:38.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW DIRECTION...because I have need of a space to write a few thoughts, and this space is still available, I am changing this from the sport themed blog it sometimes was, to a journal of my life, mostly as it relates to the arrival of our newborn girl.For those of you that did not know the above, well, suprise!  She will be born in 50 days, and we are naming her Keira Lorainne.Today, I want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3176563497411032179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3176563497411032179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-direction.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-5218522298909942287</id><published>2008-09-23T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:40:14.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY BOTHER...Since I have been so absentee, all of you have left.  Maybe that brings the appeal back to this space, maybe not (I honestly can't decide)  But it does mean I want to write some things here, and if you read it, so be it.I DONT UNDERSTANDWhy so many people are saying "I will wait for the debates.." to decide who they will vote for, while those same people say both sides are liars.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5218522298909942287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5218522298909942287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-7008942154403231117</id><published>2008-09-11T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:58:08.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lipstick, the Pig, and the whole bloody messOK, I wasn't going to post anything political (hell, I wasn't even going to post, I am just that lazy, dammit)  But I felt this whole issue spoke to something large enough it was worth taking time out of my already boring day to talk about.Enough is enough, already!  Look, the problem here is not the wording, it's not the supposed inexperience of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7008942154403231117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7008942154403231117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/09/lipstick-pig-and-whole-bloody-mess-ok-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-4811545770953706601</id><published>2008-08-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:36:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAYBE YOU THOUGHTI had stopped blogging. I know I had. But really, I was just being lazy. It used to be not a day went by without me saying to myself "I should blog about that." Now, when I get that thought in my head, it is followed by "why bother?"But enough has gone on, and a few of you still hang around, so I might as well dive in.TRIATHLON:The season is almost over, and I have spent the last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4811545770953706601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4811545770953706601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-you-thought-i-had-stopped.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-5261230371339213357</id><published>2008-05-19T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:13:05.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAKES TO PINES TRIATHLONThe results are in:  I am trying very hard not to be too bummed about this one, but I feel like I left a lot more out there than I would have liked.  My swim and bike times were solid, but the run was disgusting.  I mean, I stunk out loud.Here's the good news: Last year I was 6:30 minutes off my next competitors time (in my age category) at the start of the season.  This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5261230371339213357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5261230371339213357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/05/lakes-to-pines-triathlon-results-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/SDG0a8E69OI/AAAAAAAAADc/9-G7R3xJexA/s72-c/IMG_0940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-7620004410221327979</id><published>2008-05-09T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:26:49.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PATRIOTISM3 Students In Western Minn. Suspended Over PledgeDILWORTH, Minn. (AP) ― Fourteen-year-old Bishop Edens was suspended from school Friday because he wouldn't stand for the Pledge of Allegiance, but he was quickly invited back once his principal learned that rule might be unconstitutional.   The back-and-forth came on the second day of controversy at Dilworth-Glyndon-Felton Junior High </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7620004410221327979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7620004410221327979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/05/patriotism-3-students-in-western-minn.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-2697930349960116198</id><published>2008-04-20T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:07:40.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This picture shows, in full detail, why I love her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/2697930349960116198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/2697930349960116198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-picture-shows-in-full-detail-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/SAuiRjXYCxI/AAAAAAAAADU/krqJ3In9cbM/s72-c/carly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-1360347603548664575</id><published>2008-03-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T06:46:32.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That is a picture of my new jeep.  Rather, it is a picture of a jeep just LIKE mine, since I am too lazy to go outside, snap a picture, uplaod it, crop it, load it onto my blog...you get the idea.  I like it.  Very smooth ride, controls are all where they should be.  The turning radius is just this side of godly.  Really, it handles quite a bit better than my old intrepid.There was a thrumming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1360347603548664575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1360347603548664575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-is-picture-of-my-new-jeep.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/R9vQUX6E6aI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ze-LxsYV1Oo/s72-c/Jeep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-6207083913694218195</id><published>2008-02-19T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:27:31.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I KNOWNo one reads this anymore, but I thought I would post anyway.  In fact, you not reading will make this more like the journal it used to be, and make me feel less like I have to pander to anyone.  At least, that's how I will rationalize.This weekend was the All Star game for the NBA.  Now, usually I dont take any of this weekend seriously, and after being in Vegas last year when it was going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6207083913694218195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6207083913694218195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-no-one-reads-this-anymore-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-3562509082457861829</id><published>2008-01-02T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:34:39.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I JUST DONThave it in me to write everyday.  Although, I suppose I could, because I am finding how to have a bit of time between jobs to get some personal surfing done (let's hope the boss doesn't read this).Anyway, a good time was had between last writing and this, and I really ought to write about it.  On Christmas Eve-Eve we had our (now) annual party.  I was suprised, and very happy, to find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3562509082457861829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3562509082457861829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-dont-have-it-in-me-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-5992533476282532646</id><published>2007-12-10T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:31:14.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWSIt's been awhile. I cannot apologize for that: life was moving fast and I was just holding on for dear life.But,it has slowed to just-above-normal, and I feel like I can reflect a little. Here goes...For all you Josh fans,this is the two minute drill of my life:NEW JOBBil, get ready to be jealous. Yeah, that's right, I work for a GM car dealership. That means I get to drive the new Cadillacs,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5992533476282532646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5992533476282532646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/12/news-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-3485594011331358850</id><published>2007-11-17T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:14:39.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live." -Margaret Fuller I used to think I could start every entry with some clever quote, like the above, and expound from there onto some rich, fulfilling topic.Just another thing I have quit.Today I gave my notice at my job. For some time, and for some back story, I have felt under appreciated, overworked, and uncomfortable at work. Part of it, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3485594011331358850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3485594011331358850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/11/men-for-sake-of-getting-living-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-638904758028778628</id><published>2007-11-17T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:35:54.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CANNUCKSOk, Alex, as the only ex-pat I know, you have to explain this one to me.  Anyone else can jump in, too.How is it that every Canadian I talk to tells me that the Cost of Goods Sold (COGS) is so much cheaper here than in Canada, yet their dollar is worth more than ours?The other indicators, Housing and unemployment, are also better here.  Who the hell decides this stuff?  If a pair of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/638904758028778628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/638904758028778628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/11/cannucks-ok-alex-as-only-ex-pat-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-7686811019011532257</id><published>2007-11-05T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T06:56:04.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOOTBALLFinally, I have some good news to report about a Minnesota team.First, we beat a solid, if underperforming, squad in the San Deigo Chargers last night.  And we did it convincingly.  The defense only allowed ten points, and the offense scored 35.But what was amazing, and what made the contest fun to watch, was the way Adrian Peterson was running.I am on record saying we needed a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7686811019011532257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7686811019011532257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/11/football-finally-i-have-some-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-9003809715257702494</id><published>2007-10-24T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:48:26.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOW YOU SEE EM...Do you see the three player profiles to the right?  What do they all have in common?They are all, as of tonight, former Timberwolves.That's right.  Minnesota just traded Ricky Davis and Mark Blount.Wait, Josh, who did we get?Antoine Walker, some expiring contracts, and another first round pick.How does this deal stack up?  I will tell you later.  Right now I have to cry.  I didnt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/9003809715257702494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/9003809715257702494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-you-see-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-3754859477849650852</id><published>2007-10-22T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:40:57.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BECAUSE I CAN'T BE QUIETThe Minnesota Vikings offense lost us the game yesterday. That's it, and that's how simple it all is.It wasn't in turnovers (although the blocked field goal sure did hurt), but lack of production. Which, probably, is worse. With a turnover, at least you know you are getting the ball back. This team can't do anything with the ball no matter how many times they get it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3754859477849650852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3754859477849650852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/10/because-i-cant-be-quiet-minnesota.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-1999098772364276676</id><published>2007-10-04T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T20:27:04.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>USA BASKETBALL and MINNESOTA SPORTSFirst, I have to spend some time talking about Team USA Basketball.  I watched every minute of every game, sometimes depriving myself of much needed sleep in the process.  I start by saying I am ALWAYS excited about the new USA team.  The collection of talent they manage to get seems to enthrall me, making me forget everything I know and love about team sports, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1999098772364276676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1999098772364276676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/10/usa-basketball-and-minnesota-sports.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-1908703957122316372</id><published>2007-09-03T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:25:08.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I PROMISEa post is coming about USA basketball. You can all check in and promptly check back out when you see a sports heading.But today I have been forced into reflecting about my aging, and mortality.There are times, like at the last triathlon, where I feel twenty years old: ready to take on the world, and win. These times, I think, will keep me young, keep me healthy and happy.And then my body</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1908703957122316372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1908703957122316372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-promise-post-is-coming-about-usa.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-5219258367015346016</id><published>2007-08-21T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:44:11.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EDDIE GRIFFINFormer Timberwolves player, has died at age 25.  His car collided with a frieght train, killing him instantly.I always liked Eddie, and was sad when we waved him.  His 7 of 15 from three point range against philly still ranks as one of the best performances I have ever watched.  Troubled by alcohol and drugs throughout his short career, Eddie seemed to have found a peace and a home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5219258367015346016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5219258367015346016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/08/eddie-griffin-former-timberwolves.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-476150795680266658</id><published>2007-08-19T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:29:16.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CASTAWAY CLUB TRIATHLONI knew it was going to be a bad day, but I did not know how bad until I got to the lake.Early in the day, the wind was coming in, bringing all the cold air August has in it.  The temperature at race time was 55 degrees.  Yeah.  The lake had rollers on it, from the up to 20 miles per hour winds.  We were in the fourth wave, so we had about 10 minutes to wait from the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/476150795680266658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/476150795680266658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/08/castaway-club-triathlon-i-knew-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/RshhNGAqIfI/AAAAAAAAACk/tCHfZyR8cOI/s72-c/tridl+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-8860622580409918963</id><published>2007-08-17T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:42:27.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Castaway Club TriathlonTomorrow at 8 am I will run my second triathlon.  There will be 133 racers in my event.My last race time was 1:27:53. (47th)I am predicting 1:18:30 for this one.That would give me (last year) 31st of 96.I am shooting for 1:16:30.That would give me (last year) 27th of 96.The forecast calls for storms.That is all the dry data I can give you.  Hopefully, within the next couple</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/8860622580409918963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/8860622580409918963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/08/castaway-club-triathlon-tomorrow-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-6405610632888478114</id><published>2007-08-05T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:50:05.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIG SPORTS POSTI know that means most of you will just skip this, but hey, try to read through it, and get some valuable water-cooler chatter (do people actually talk around water coolers anymore? Do they even CALL them water coolers anymore?)PART I: AN OPEN LETTER TO RORY SABBATINIDear Rory,As legal council for every single athlete who does something stupid (and as such deserves mention on this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6405610632888478114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6405610632888478114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-sports-post-i-know-that-means-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-557242419845249679</id><published>2007-07-29T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:52:41.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BECAUSE I PROMISEDI have been keeping my promises to Alex, so, in accordance with my previous posts, and as an addendum to the post below (which is actually worth reading) here is a shirtless picture of me, during the triathlon.enjoy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/557242419845249679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/557242419845249679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/07/because-i-promised-i-have-been-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/Rq0he_Txv6I/AAAAAAAAACc/5u5NK6N83Ho/s72-c/tri.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-1257836761855679459</id><published>2007-07-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:36:21.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BIG POST (AS PROMISED)As most of you know, I have been training for triathlon for the past couple months. Today was the first of two races I will be running as a result.For my first race, I guess it went OK. The raw stats are as follows:1:27:53 (my time)47th (my place)153 (total racers)That puts me in the top third, but well off my 1:17 goal, and top 25 finish.What went wrong?The swim, quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1257836761855679459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1257836761855679459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-post-as-promised-as-most-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/Rqu2uPTxv5I/AAAAAAAAACU/wFjV6VxZQdM/s72-c/100_1345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-4319836417897478461</id><published>2007-07-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:53:12.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HERE IT COMESBecause I think I a big post is coming (and it is, watch for it) I thought I would get this post out of the way.  Last week I visited Colorado.  I went with my boss.  Reread that last sentence if you thought I was on vacation.  Officially, we were there for a buying show.  I think I have discussed this before, but the idea is all the vendors show up, and we play with their stuff.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4319836417897478461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4319836417897478461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-it-comes-because-i-think-i-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/Rqi18vTxv3I/AAAAAAAAACE/ZVzK1Nk8wU8/s72-c/lemond.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-211266273043950922</id><published>2007-07-10T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:53:53.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PATRIOT ACTI would first like to thank my friends, Josh and Mike, for sending me these links. Without them, I would be completely ignorant of much of what is going on in the world.This first link is about Cindy Sheehan. Any of you who read this blog know how I feel about her, and her attempts to parley her son's death into air time. I think she has gone too far many a time, and has whored her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/211266273043950922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/211266273043950922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/07/patriot-act-i-would-first-like-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/RpOf9wpr1OI/AAAAAAAAABs/DW1Ju4K0J3I/s72-c/CAB2OBJH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-2301603555993384079</id><published>2007-06-26T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:54:28.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OFF MY CHESTFirst off, I want to give a big "shout out" (the quotation marks make that statement Caucasian) to Bil over at Journal Wunelle. He was living the dream over in Europa, and I am extremely jealous. Go check out his photo journal of the trip, and wish you were half as cool as he is.In other news, I have started full brick training. Two a days are hard. That's about all I can say about it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/2301603555993384079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/2301603555993384079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/06/off-my-chest-first-off-i-want-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-1821869740079948042</id><published>2007-06-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:55:05.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triathlon'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOOOOOA recent conversation with a friend reminded me that I still had this space to write in, and that some friends, living far away, actually read it to keep up with my daily life.  Sort of makes a guy feel all warm...So I figure I should update it.  I will start with what has become the bulk of my time wasting:  Triathlon.I am debating signing up for the Bemidji tri.  It is July 28th, so it is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1821869740079948042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/1821869740079948042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/06/sooooo-recent-conversation-with-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-5876633289681345703</id><published>2007-05-31T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:55:42.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LeBron'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I SIT HEREthinking back on the many basketball games I have watched.  I imagine I have probably seen over a thousand games, mostly, I will admit, watching the Timberwolves.  My favorite has always been the game I took Mike to.  It was against the then-powerhouse Sacramento Kings.  It went down to the wire, and the Target Center was crazy with noise.  We won on a late KG shot, with time running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5876633289681345703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5876633289681345703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-sit-here-thinking-back-on-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-4467584758657820373</id><published>2007-05-16T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:16:05.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, HERE GOES (AGAIN)I just made a big long post about my week training for the triathlon, and another equally long, and therefore impressive post about my weekend. But I don't want to type it all out again, so I am going to cheat my reader(s) and give you the brief summary.I am doing interval training now to try and change my cadence. On the advice of a long distance running coach, I went (broke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4467584758657820373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4467584758657820373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-here-goes-again-i-just-made-big-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/Rku6BlzlfoI/AAAAAAAAABM/gi8eXXZ6nKY/s72-c/geocaching+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-3529202523893961978</id><published>2007-05-07T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T13:54:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANOTHER TRIATHLON POSTSo another week is in the books, and it has shown me some promising things.First, and formost, I am still training.  That is huge, considering the number of things I have taken on and not followed through with.  I will save you the "Biodome" style list, but suffice to say it is not short.Running is actually becoming my strong suit.  I shaved about a minute off my total time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3529202523893961978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3529202523893961978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-triathlon-post-so-another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-6671344159939662760</id><published>2007-05-03T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:11:52.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK So I saw a couple other people do this, and I was curious.  Here it is.  This is my persona, according to a movie I have never heard about.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6671344159939662760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6671344159939662760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-so-i-saw-couple-other-people-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-4456614347720091315</id><published>2007-05-03T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:17:29.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S THE LITTLE THINGSHey, I will be the first to tell you that MySpace is just a cesspool of underaged hormones writhing around in an attempt to practice unsafe dating rituals and roleplay adulthood in mixed settings *I don't know what I just said, so don't ask. But I have endeavored to use it only to keep in contact with people I otherwise would have lost. I have been in touch with people from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4456614347720091315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4456614347720091315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-little-things-hey-i-will-be-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-8858548704152682262</id><published>2007-04-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:55:45.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS TIME, IT'S FOR REALSManbearpig.Sorry, I just had to get that out. Last year, I thought I wanted to compete in a triathlon.  But I didn't get much passed the thinking stage of it, and the summer went by without me really even training.  I ran a couple miles, twice I think, and decided I was not cut out for any racing.  Just because I am pretty good on a bike, the thinking went, did not mean I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/8858548704152682262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/8858548704152682262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-time-its-for-reals-manbearpig.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-5435768257215664083</id><published>2007-04-19T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:51:01.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Golden-RodNope. Not a bad Bond title, or an even worse porn title.I am talking about Alex Rodriguez.Can we finally get off his case for not being a closer? Please can we stop hating him for being the best, highest paid, athlete? He is leading the league in home runs (again), hitting better, slugging better. And now he has TWO walk off homers to win games. Already, in this short season.Look, I get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5435768257215664083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/5435768257215664083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/04/golden-rod-nope.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-7683642707644183577</id><published>2007-04-14T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:26:44.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHO THE FUCKIs Willa Ford?  Anyone?  Anyone?Because she has the GALL to be playing Anna Nicole Smith in a movie that is about to suck because of it. Understand me here for a second.  The first pin-up I EVER had on my walls was Anna Nicole.  She was wearing pink.  And was on an antique iron bed.  And she was full bodied, and beautiful, and everything exotic and right with the opposite sex.And now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7683642707644183577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7683642707644183577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-fuck-is-willa-ford-anyone-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-8713119206071411797</id><published>2007-03-31T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:57:17.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACKYARD BOXINGSo I finally bit the bullet, and took Joe up on his challenge to box.  I was felling pretty good today after a hard 3 mile run with Boscoe, and I had a little extra energy.  He has been wanting to do it for awhile, and I just thought I should stop putting it off.See, Joe knows a lot of wannabe boxers, and we met in the boxing section of my store.  I told him I had an interest in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/8713119206071411797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/8713119206071411797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/03/backyard-boxing-so-i-finally-bit-bullet.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-3300931315074326071</id><published>2007-03-26T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:49:22.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reign Over MeMy wife and I just decided since we have not been to the movies in some time, we would go on this rainy Sunday.  Since I do not like "scary movies" and we didn't think TMNT looked all that  appealing, we chose Reign Over Me, with Adam Sandler and Don Cheadle.The plot line is quite loaded: a man loses his whole family in a 9/11 planecrash, and his old college roommate tries to help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3300931315074326071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/3300931315074326071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/03/reign-over-me-my-wife-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-6251298514547886008</id><published>2007-03-10T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:08:17.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GONE IN SIXTY MINUTESLook out Nick Cage, Joshua Page is in town!This morning I went out to my car, quite early, to go to work.  My key would not turn the ignition.  I tried again.  I tried harder.  I tried HARD.  Nothing.  The thing would not turn.  I went to take the key out, and the whole damned ignition tumbler came with it.Now, either I am the strongest man alive (which is what Joe thinks) or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6251298514547886008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/6251298514547886008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/03/gone-in-sixty-minutes-look-out-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-2296553597105173069</id><published>2007-03-05T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:44:16.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY NEW PHONE...has been delayed. I received it today, from an Ebay auction, to find it had an unclear ESN. I was told this doesn't necessarily mean it was stolen, but it does make it unusable. Luckily, the people I bought it from are wholesalers, and they have plenty more. They have already shipped out a new one, and I should get it Wednesday. (Which, around here, means Thursday).And from what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/2296553597105173069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/2296553597105173069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/ReyA8WGX7aI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2XXnP2LHU3c/s72-c/phone.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-4061895991998866191</id><published>2007-02-27T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:00:49.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THAT'S IT, I QUIT"Can you at least get five guys out there who pretend like they want to win!?"That was the scream from one fan at the Target Center Last night, as the Timberwolves embarrased themselves, this town, and the fans who have supported them through it all.Listen, I have stood by them through thick and thin. I am the ultimate homer. I have defended them; just tonight I said they are a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4061895991998866191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4061895991998866191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/02/thats-it-i-quit-listen-i-have-stood-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-7400080803037383946</id><published>2007-02-26T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:14:39.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY HERO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7400080803037383946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/7400080803037383946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xORwQI93OHo/ReOF4csm1iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/33WKZWB_j5Y/s72-c/Iraq_Photos_022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-880084240343590720</id><published>2007-02-24T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:05:40.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW LAYOUT:This layout is designed for 1280X1024. I am not sure how it will look on any other resolution. Further, I have no clue what it looks like on firefox. Let me know what you think, people.EDIT:  The new content is interactive: you can actually use the scoreboard to look into the game, get real time stats, and see comments from other fans.  You can use the player profiles to see current </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/880084240343590720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/880084240343590720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-layout-this-layout-is-designed-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-4013426718510692008</id><published>2007-02-14T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:01:37.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valetine's DayI wrote this several years ago, and I am sure I have already posted it here, but too bad for you. It is as true now as it was then, and really has what I like to say in it. Enjoy:A very good friend of mine once told me I could not use the word "love" as a verb until I was fifty. "OK," I though, "She probably has a point." I can see the idea behind it perfectly: When we are young it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4013426718510692008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/4013426718510692008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/02/valetines-day-i-wrote-this-several.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-117133277609517024</id><published>2007-02-12T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:12:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A WEEKENDMan, for a slow weekend, I sure did figure out a lot.Here's a short list, complete with primers:1) Models, when viewed close, are not nearly as attractive as when viewed from a distance.I went to a show at the barfly, which is a dirty, dirty establishment.  I was there to support a friend who had designed some lingerie, and to view said lingerie on what I had expected to be beautiful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117133277609517024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117133277609517024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-man-for-slow-weekend-i-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-117095030161004229</id><published>2007-02-08T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:58:21.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE TROUBLE WITH PEOPLEis they will spend hours trying to explain an improper position, rather than taking 30 seconds to correct it.I work in an industry where I must always answer questions about product.  Why is this skate more expensive than that one.  What performance features does this glove have.  And always, I try to answer those questions the best I can, or get someone who can answer them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117095030161004229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117095030161004229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/02/trouble-with-people-is-they-will-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-117051730607512951</id><published>2007-02-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:48:17.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND NOW...THE EXCITING CONCLUSION OF THE SAGA OF THE CAR STEREO MASTER THIEF!(you should read parts I and II first, or really this is a spoiler)As I am an early riser anyway, this morning did not catch me out of sorts.  I was up with the sun, and ready to catch my thief. But it was still so bitter cold outside! I try to be a jogger, and by that I mean I try to jog every morning, and end up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117051730607512951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117051730607512951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-117034669313918135</id><published>2007-02-01T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:21:41.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Saga of the Car Stereo Master Thief: Part IINever in my life had I uttered the phrase, "Thank God for snow," before this day.  The fresh snow of the night before revealed the path our intrepid thief had taken, through the yards of many of my neighbors.  I would become Tracker, and find this man.  If not for me, for the dozens of citizens too scared to do it themselves.  And, it was Sunday, so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117034669313918135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117034669313918135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/02/saga-of-car-stereo-master-thief-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-117011734117173046</id><published>2007-01-29T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:37:50.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Saga of the Car Stereo Master Thief: Part IWhen I bought this house, I thought first of the huge back yard.  It is amazing, spanning the exact length of a football field, minus the endzones.  A few well placed trees provide shade, and an outbuilding, well hell, an outbuilding doesn't really DO anything, let's not gussy it up.But second, I thought of the neighborhood.  Several old people live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117011734117173046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/117011734117173046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/01/saga-of-car-stereo-master-thief-part-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116828969633161018</id><published>2007-01-08T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:54:56.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>**WARNING** Sports related content to followSince most of you get the whole of your sports "news" from me, I feel it is my obligation to update you on our favorite team.I hesitate to write this, as I do not want to jinx them so close to a very hard stretch in the schedule, but here goes:The Timberwolves are starting to play quality basketball.There, don't you feel better after reading that.  Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116828969633161018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116828969633161018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2007/01/warning-sports-related-content-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116762243995383559</id><published>2006-12-31T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:33:59.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wouldn't mess with this guy.Yup.  I did it.Happy New Year!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116762243995383559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116762243995383559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wouldnt-mess-with-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116714751405709558</id><published>2006-12-26T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:38:34.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Season's Greetings.A belated merry christmas to all of you.  Here's a quick update:On Christmas Eve Eve we had some of our good friends over for a big feast.  Carly cooked (I worked that day) cornish game hens, and the whole thing was a hit.  I got to see some of the people I do not get to see often (Mike and Presh, Thane, Chad) and some of the people I can never see enough (Josh, Heather, Bishop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116714751405709558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116714751405709558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/12/seasons-greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116637396434414842</id><published>2006-12-17T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T08:46:04.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CARMELO ANTHONY: FAKE THUGOK, so by now we all know about Melo's "Stop Snitchin" cameo.  But just a quick recap: the video sent the message that anyone who talked to the police would be killed.  Great message for the kids, to be sure.As soon as people figured out Carmelo Anthony was in that movie, he backpedaled, and said his appearance was a joke, and the video was not to be taken seriously.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116637396434414842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116637396434414842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/12/carmelo-anthony-fake-thug-ok-so-by-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116584965917571849</id><published>2006-12-11T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:07:39.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SAME SMITH SAGASee what I did to his name there, clever, aren't I?  I am implying that all his articles are the same.Anyway, It seems I have gotten inside Same Smith's head.  The day after I wrote the last article about him he wrote "Garnett Wouldn't Mind Playing Here".  I was fuming.  He was sticking it in my face that he could write all he wanted about Kevin Garnett, and there was nothing I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116584965917571849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116584965917571849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/12/same-smith-saga-see-what-i-did-to-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116567260935935555</id><published>2006-12-09T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T16:41:55.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAM SMITH IS A TOOL v1.3What do these two things have in common?I have written about this Chicago Sports writer before.  You probably don't care much one way or the other, but I have grown tired of his countless articles linking Kevin Garnett with Chicago.  He played High School ball there, man, get over it.  I am sure there are twenty other teams that wish they had KG, and are trying to figure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116567260935935555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116567260935935555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/12/sam-smith-is-tool-v1.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116533397489402074</id><published>2006-12-05T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T07:52:54.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NAME DROPI know I have already spent a lot of this space talking about Kevin Garnett.  I can also say, without a trace of sarcasm, I will spend a lot more of this space talking about Kevin Garnett.  Today will be part of the latter category.  I have been back and forth on whether or not KG should leave Minnesota.  Basically, the argument boils down to this:  The Timberwolves have not done much to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116533397489402074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116533397489402074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/12/name-drop-i-know-i-have-already-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116499387179657513</id><published>2006-12-01T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:24:31.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BRAINis a funny instrument.  I hesitate to use that word, "funny", as what has recently occurred, causing me to write the above, was not at all "funny", but rather a calculated, programmed response to certain stimuli, the reaction of which was a sudden and unexpected onslaught of memory prompting me to exclaim (to myself--in the shower)"Pert Plus+ smells like Jamaica"Let me, dear reader, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116499387179657513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116499387179657513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/12/brain-is-funny-instrument.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116373183087043328</id><published>2006-11-16T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:50:30.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MoneyThat's today's theme.  Let me elaborate.KG costs too much.  Look, he is worth every penny, but we cannot build a winning team around him in this league.  Good players cost too much.  We have to get ahold of a good rookie and keep him.  I like Foye, but he is NOT that rookie.  Craig Smith has a better shot at it.  Honestly.  We need a bruiser not (another) shooter.  Caveat: if that shooter is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116373183087043328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116373183087043328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/11/money-thats-todays-theme.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116329293188090212</id><published>2006-11-11T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:55:31.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY BACKis down right killing me tonight.  I just got done with work, where between selling people snowboards and treadmills, and selling another of the items no one thought the store would sell (this time it was the "roboboxer"), I was stuck sharpening skates.  I think, all totaled, I sharpened around 30 pairs of skates.to sharpen a skate, you have to clamp it into a holder, level it, and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116329293188090212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116329293188090212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-back-is-down-right-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116248511042416985</id><published>2006-11-02T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:31:50.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NBA is backSorry, sex life, the NBA is back on TV.  Just kidding.  I'm married, I don't get it anymore, anyway.Just a quick word about HDTV.  For those of you tuning in over the "regular" TV, I am sorry.  You truly do not know what you are missing.  I bet you didn't know KG was black, or tall.  No, really, he is.  But seriously, folks, HD is amazing.  The fuzzies are gone, and there is no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116248511042416985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116248511042416985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/11/nba-is-back-sorry-sex-life-nba-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116224910353578204</id><published>2006-10-30T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:58:23.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geo-Friggin-AwesomeSo, awhile back I posted about Geocaching.  Blake and I made a cache, and all that.  It was fun.  Well, read THIS.  Yup, that's our cache in the Northern Student.  I know, I know, it's not like we were featured in The Times, but it's still pretty cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116224910353578204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116224910353578204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/10/geo-friggin-awesome-so-awhile-back-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-116173980626490659</id><published>2006-10-24T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:30:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NeglectBut the reasons are good.  First, and foremost, I just haven't felt like writing anything.  All that means is nothing in my life needs figuring out.  I have a new house, a new dog, and a new wife.  What is there to figure out?But work has been busy, and I would like to take a minute to talk about that.  We had our best (financial) September in the history of the store.  And now, we are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116173980626490659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/116173980626490659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/10/neglect-but-reasons-are-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115953591715921212</id><published>2006-09-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:18:37.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS GOINGto be more of a photo post.  For those of you not paying attention, we just moved in to a new house.  We aren't fully moved in yet: I still need to get my weight equipment from the other place; we still have some painting to do; and we have to unpack A LOT.  But already it feels like home, and we are happy we (finally) made the decision.Before we could even get approved, we had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115953591715921212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115953591715921212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-going-to-be-more-of-photo-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115861617968439431</id><published>2006-09-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:49:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW A WHOLE WEEKIt feels like going a week without sex.  I guess, considering it is blogging, maybe it is more like going a week without masturbation.  I have started to feel like that lately. (Not like masturbation, the "started" in the last sentence makes THAT false).  And once again wondering why I blog.  But I found something that makes it worth it for me.  I like reading my own posts.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115861617968439431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115861617968439431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow-whole-week-it-feels-like-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115798327949566667</id><published>2006-09-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:01:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PATRIOT PARROTSMaybe I am getting cynical in my old age.  Something about last night's programming, and the scant few I have seen this morning, sticks in my craw.  I cannot shake the feeling that we are being duped, and we are doing the duping ourselves.For 364 days we reel against everything our culture offers.  Just look through some random blog pages, and you will find no end to the USA hating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115798327949566667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115798327949566667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/09/patriot-parrots-maybe-i-am-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115747002552443069</id><published>2006-09-05T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:27:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOPSI think I rebelled against that silly game I entered.  I am just not an everyday-posting kind of guy.  And my life has been busy.First, I have to say it was cool seeing Bil on TV.  What a beautiful home you have.  And what a carefully manicured head.And speaking of which, we are sort of at a stand still on our home buying.  Right now we are in the income verification stage.  From the sounds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115747002552443069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115747002552443069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/09/oops-i-think-i-rebelled-against-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115660813485155655</id><published>2006-08-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:02:14.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OFF TO A Wedding.  It's on a boat, so I guess that's cool.  I am going to try and sneak in some climbing befor eI come back, so look for that post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115660813485155655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115660813485155655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/08/off-to-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115656238270662491</id><published>2006-08-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:19:42.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE LOANprocess went well.  We will hear back Tuesday.  Several things can still go wrong, but at least this phase is done.Meanwhile, this week at work was lame, so I had to go get some guiness.  And now, bad movie night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115656238270662491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115656238270662491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/08/loan-process-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115643382241999518</id><published>2006-08-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:37:02.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TO ELABORATESo, we are trying to buy a house.  In fact, we will know tomorrow if said trying was in vain.  No matter, though, to the post below, claiming real estate agents are sharks.We found a buyers agent, Jim Jayson.  He showed us several properties, and we found one we liked.  Still like.  As it turns out, one of Carly's friends knew the seller's agent, so we got in touch with him same day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115643382241999518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115643382241999518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-elaborate-so-we-are-trying-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115633523458845768</id><published>2006-08-23T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T05:13:54.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REAL ESTATE AGENTSare sharks.  More to come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115633523458845768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115633523458845768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/08/real-estate-agents-are-sharks.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115624903051462335</id><published>2006-08-22T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:17:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANAL BUM COVERSo, obviously, sports topics come up at work A LOT.  It is just the nature of a sports store.  And, since I live in Northern Minnesota, the topic is usually hockey.I don't like hockey.  I don't like what it has become.  But hockey represents 3/4 of the yearly sales at my store.  So I sell hockey.  And I do it well, for a guy who has never played.But that doesn't mean I have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115624903051462335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115624903051462335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/08/anal-bum-cover-so-obviously-sports.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115616825962220077</id><published>2006-08-21T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:50:59.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPORTS POSTbecause I was asked not to.So, I know it is easy to be a Tiger Woods fan.  And it is easy for me to say I was a fan during his struggles, when he was (once again) reinventing his swing.  That doesn't mean it's not true, it just is easy to say.But the guy has now won his 12th major.  He is also 12-0 at the majors when he leads entering the final round.  21-0 when he leads entering the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115616825962220077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115616825962220077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/08/sports-post-because-i-was-asked-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115608101904072982</id><published>2006-08-20T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T06:36:59.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOYOBOYSo, it has been a long time since my last post.  I make no apology for this: just an excuse.  I was working two jobs, trying to stay fit, and still trying to spend time with my new wife.  All of that meant something had to suffer, and this space was the easiest.But enough "stuff" has happened from then til now that I feel compelled to write about it.  Let's start at the begining:I took a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115608101904072982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115608101904072982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/08/boyoboy-so-it-has-been-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115448081821266827</id><published>2006-08-01T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:07:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LANDIS AT A GLANCEOK, so Floyd Landis might end up an American "hero" or the biggest fraud of all time.  He can't be both (like Barry Bonds).  Here's a primer on the doping scandal, so you don't have to read through all of it on espn.com.After Landis got rocked on the stage 16 climb, and went from 1st place to 11th place, everyone counted him out.  Then, the very next day, he beat the shit out of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115448081821266827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115448081821266827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/08/landis-at-glance-ok-so-floyd-landis.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115431049527636284</id><published>2006-07-30T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:48:15.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PIASMy new job: I wanted to wait a week before I posted anything, sort of get a feel for what I was getting myself into.  Well, it has been a week.I tell you what, it sure ain't tard wranglin!  Let me just start by saying that.  The difference?  I LIKE this job.But seriously, folks, I'm here all week.  Basically, this is the sort of job I have been looking for.  I wanted to manage something, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115431049527636284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115431049527636284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/07/pias-my-new-job-i-wanted-to-wait-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115379330394389046</id><published>2006-07-24T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T19:10:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WELL TERRENCE, I THINK WE SHOULD LOOK FOR TREASAAH!!!So, a few days a go a buddy from boyscout camp contacted me over MSN.  "Do you have a GPS?" he asked.  Why yes, yes I do.  Thinking he needed to borrow it for the boundary waters or something, I offered it to him.  "Are you free Monday?" He asked next.  My curiosity could take no more.Turns out he needed it for geocaching.  What's that, you ask</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115379330394389046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115379330394389046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-terrence-i-think-we-should-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115349232122499397</id><published>2006-07-21T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:32:03.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I PROMISEDto put up pictures of the wedding and Jamaica, once they were all processed and sent to me.  They have been, so here goes: **warning, there are a lot of pictures here**You would think we would be more exciting in Jamaica, but we just played a lot of chess. My record 4-0-1But Chad was a good sport about it, and kept playing me, on bigger and bigger boards.That game didn't turn out to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115349232122499397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115349232122499397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-promised-to-put-up-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115342653964952406</id><published>2006-07-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T13:15:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I GOT ITThe job, that is.  He called me back in for a second interview, and told me he had another very qualified (much more qualified than I am, actually) applicant, but he was unsure what he wanted to do.  Then he asked why he should pick me.  I told him to get the other guy in and we would arm wrestle.  But seriously, the answer is easy.  Personality.  This is a sales job.  Not so much for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115342653964952406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115342653964952406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-it-job-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115325467123193691</id><published>2006-07-18T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:31:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOOOOOOOOOOOO.....I wait all day, and tell myself not to call, and seem too eager.  And I wait and I wait, and I watch the first season of The Office.  And I decide to call.  The owner of the business I applied to be manager of is home with a sick kid all day.And tomorrow, I will wait and wait and wait.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115325467123193691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115325467123193691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/07/soooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115316503857124549</id><published>2006-07-17T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:37:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I WANNA RIDE!We just got our carry-on back from our trip to Jamaica, so pictures will be posted in the next couple of days.  Further, our photographer has informed us that the full DVD of her work has been mailed this morning.  Expect those pictures a day or two after the first.And until then, I have a couple things to share.First, I think I have figured out what it is about my personality that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115316503857124549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115316503857124549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wanna-ride-we-just-got-our-carry-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115267464405833021</id><published>2006-07-11T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:24:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I KNOWI said I would post more about the wedding and Jamaica, and I will.  But right now I have two things on my mind, I want to get out there.One: I have been getting a lot of traffic from this guy's site about the dawes bicycle.  I commend him for doing his research, and it seems he has nailed the fact that the bikes being sold on ebay are probably not from the British bike maker.  Good for you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115267464405833021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115267464405833021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-i-said-i-would-post-more-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115239709669757697</id><published>2006-07-08T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:18:16.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congradulations, Congrateulations, Congratelations.C-O-N-G-R-A-T-U-L-A-T-I-O-N-SThere, now we have THAT figured out, and we can move on, people.Honestly, though, thank you to everyone who sent me congrats on my recent marriage, no matter how you misspelled it.  We both appreciate every single one of you.OK, I don't have my pictures back, due to a mishap with our carryon (we left it in someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115239709669757697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115239709669757697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/07/congradulations-congrateulations.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115137819810253131</id><published>2006-06-26T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:16:38.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A FEW QUICK NOTESSo a lot has happened in the last few days, and some of it is worth chatting about:First, I read over at Bil's Blog about friendship.  The study he quoted goes double for me.  Since college ended I have watched my friends move off to bigger and better, whilst I rotted in the land of boredom.  Really, I feel blessed to have several "close" friends.  But at the same time, they live</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115137819810253131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115137819810253131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/06/few-quick-notes-so-lot-has-happened-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115068815363582037</id><published>2006-06-18T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:35:54.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY FIRST MOTORCYCLE RIDEdidn't go as well as I had anticipated.  It turns out that riding a dirtbike when you were 12 does not prepare you for riding a motorcycle down the street.  No, in fact, it is quite different.So my Fiance's father has a yamaha virago.  He just go tit, and I wanted to ride it, to see if I was indeed going to buy a cycle for myself.  Now, on a dirtbike, to get it going, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115068815363582037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115068815363582037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-motorcycle-ride-didnt-go-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-115039046062592089</id><published>2006-06-15T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:54:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEDDING SEASONSo, it is 13 days until we land in Jamaica, the site of Carly's future biggest mistake.  But ours will not be the first, or last, wedding of the season.  Oh no.  My good friend and former college roommate Spike kicked off our season by getting married to the lovely Libby.You may remember the two of them from my posts on Chicago.  They went with us.  No?  You didn't read that one?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115039046062592089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/115039046062592089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/06/wedding-season-so-it-is-13-days-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114978107682599543</id><published>2006-06-08T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:37:56.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PICTURES OF ASSESThere are two types of climbing pictures: those professional ones which depict snarling finger grabs from above, the climber flexing and growling as he looks directly into the camera; then these, taken point-and-shoot from below, showing, mostly, the asses of the climbers.  Still, they serve to prove that we were indeed out climbing, and even showing off some moves.A few terms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114978107682599543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114978107682599543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/06/pictures-of-asses-there-are-two-types.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114947939958865787</id><published>2006-06-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:49:59.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M PISSED OFF, THAT'S WHAT I AM, CHUCK.Tomorrow I will probably post the first picture sequences from my climbing this year.  I got some very good ones of the three of us in action, and the scenery is amazing.  So stay tuned for that.But right now, I just cannot do it.  I am so pissed form the ride home.  I got pulled over for speeding, which, technically I was.  The ticket was 117 dollars, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114947939958865787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114947939958865787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-pissed-off-thats-what-i-am-chuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114835570982497575</id><published>2006-05-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:42:23.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAWES LIGHTNING DLXIt must be that time of year again: people are starting to buy bicycles on Ebay.  How, you might ask, do I know?  Well, my last twenty searches of the day have all been looking for a review of the Dawes Lightning series of bicycles.  As far as I know, you can only find these on Ebay. (though they do have a website)Well, I know how hard it was for me to find a review from anyone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114835570982497575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114835570982497575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/05/dawes-lightning-dlx-it-must-be-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114798180860785088</id><published>2006-05-18T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:50:08.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NBA NEWS AND NOTESI want to get this out of the way so I can get on to talking coherent and peaceable.Kevin Garnett was left off the All NBA team.  I am not just talking about NBA first team, he was completely left off the teams three rounds of selection.  Here is a list of who made it:2005-06 All-NBA Teams 2005-06 ALL-NBA FIRST TEAM  Position  Player (1st-place votes)  Points  Forward  LeBron </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114798180860785088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114798180860785088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/05/nba-news-and-notes-i-want-to-get-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114764566719316742</id><published>2006-05-14T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:27:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOME BONES1) I now, officially, dislike my job.  This is a downgrade from temporary dissatisfaction earlier expressed.  It is full time dislike.  One step from hate, really.The problem is this question: if our clients are allowed to act on impulse, and that impulse negatively effects the life of staff and other clients, and there is no repercussion for that action, what is to stop them from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114764566719316742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114764566719316742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-bones-1-i-now-officially-dislike.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114713900806662608</id><published>2006-05-08T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:43:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leggo my EGOWell, I had one hell of a great weekend, and I thought, you know, this being my space to write things and all, I would share it with all of you.Since Carly was having her bachelorette party (and I know better than to stick around for that estrofest) I decided I would spend the weekend in the cities.  I made the drive Friday night, only to find the guy I was going to stay with was out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114713900806662608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114713900806662608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/05/leggo-my-ego-well-i-had-one-hell-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114650171287834441</id><published>2006-05-01T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T09:41:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STILL A GUYTechnology always gets my endophines a dancin', and today was no exception.  Since my fiance was busy making our wedding invites with her sister all weekend, I left to hang out with friends.  Upon my return, though, I found a new piece of tech in my room.There it is, right next to the computer, our new all in one printer fax copy scanner toy.  But this isn;t your mommas all in one, no,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114650171287834441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114650171287834441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/05/still-guy-technology-always-gets-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114589573373047228</id><published>2006-04-24T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:36:23.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY CAROk, folks, here's some car trivia:  My car has three separate dummy lights, set to monitor various things in the car, and then warn me if the car is not meeting performance standards.The first is the check engine light:  We all have this one, and it tells us about emissions problems, o2 censor, gas regulation, and misfires (when flashing).The second one is the Service engine light: I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114589573373047228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114589573373047228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-car-ok-folks-heres-some-car-trivia_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114563718039944265</id><published>2006-04-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:33:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that traffic lights do not contain malice.  They do not even have the capacity for choice.  They cannot do anything but "be": red, yellow (for a small amount of time) or green.  This is function, and not autonomy.  The changing of colors, and the control of traffic than ensues, is just a result of clever algorithmic function.I KNOW that.But it doesn't stop me from being mad at them this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114563718039944265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114563718039944265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-know-that-traffic-lights-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114548431760636991</id><published>2006-04-19T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:08:48.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In "Home and Away" Scott Simon, of NPR's Weekend Edition retells some of what it means to be a fan of Chicago sports.  While there may be more interesting, noteworthy, or relevant stories, I thought this would be a good one to test out the new audio-blog Bil has been tauting.  I don't care much for my speaking voice, when recorded, but I will not taint your experience by whining about it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114548431760636991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114548431760636991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-home-and-away-scott-simon-of-nprs.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114548184801842239</id><published>2006-04-19T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:33:13.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE TRIP: PART THREEThe StayPart one: The early days:We got to Adam's house around 3 o'clock.  Both he and his fiance, Jenelle, had to work, so we were left to our own vices for the evening.  I was hungry, and tired, and tired won. Carly and I decided the best course would be a nap, then something to eat, and an exploration of the town.  Decisions, though, mean little without followthrough, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114548184801842239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114548184801842239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip-part-three-stay-part-one-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114494552063586660</id><published>2006-04-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:25:20.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> THE TRIP: PART TWOThe DriveMinnesotaYou already know everything you need to know about driving through this state.  The weather, when we left, was actually quite nice.  It was a balmy 45 degrees, and the sun had some moments where the clouds were not obscuring it.We took our regular route to the Fargo area, and connected there with I 94.  No stops, and fast driving, and we were out of the state </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114494552063586660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114494552063586660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip-part-two-drive-minnesota-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118623.post-114477021981817889</id><published>2006-04-11T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:43:39.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE TRIP: PART ONEThe CarI still have not dissected and digested the whole of my trip to Oregon yet, but I feel compelled to write about it.  Instead of rushing head long into the middle of some unformed thoughts and opinions, I decided I would break the trip down into three parts (I have always liked the number three): The Car (it's new); The Drive (it's long); The Stay (it's special).So today, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114477021981817889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118623/posts/default/114477021981817889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpageua.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip-part-one-car-i-still-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Joshua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01675519557526291088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
