<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853</id><updated>2009-03-01T15:57:39.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>- -^FFeKTI0NS.SRC.</title><subtitle type='html'>culture and the innermost. it's our affections that drive us. move us. change us. kill us. defines life. what quickens your heart?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-8160433319282382909</id><published>2008-10-09T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:58:38.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><summary type='text'>Sorry Blogger I've moved..to wordpressFind me at www.abcpastor.com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/8160433319282382909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/8160433319282382909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-114480670061655901</id><published>2006-04-11T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:52:35.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>focus</title><summary type='text'>focusit's been hard to sit down and bring my thoughts into focus. i've wanted to do more with this blog. i'm thinking about rearranging some things and narrowing what i discuss here. in the meantime, enjoy this video of my son.when babies attack!watch the whole series! for now enjoy part one. this is what happens when we leave mommy to her own devices. the things we teach our son. . . gasp.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/114480670061655901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/114480670061655901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2006/04/focus.html' title='focus'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-114467259748922456</id><published>2006-04-04T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T08:37:46.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hell froze over</title><summary type='text'>oh $#@p!OMG! hell has officially frozen over. . .  i come in to work this morning to witness a bunch of jaws dropped low and gathered around a 20"iMac in the back of house. the news is out. macs do windows now. introducing the apple boot camp betawhat does that mean? what does it all mean? is this a sign? babies are crying all around. mothers are puzzled. at least in my house.  watch out dell. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/114467259748922456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/114467259748922456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2006/04/hell-froze-over.html' title='hell froze over'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-114330748793303963</id><published>2006-03-25T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:24:47.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new surroundings . . .</title><summary type='text'>new surroundings . . .just a quick update. we were in quite a rush with all the moving and look what we ended up packing.   doh!  i was wondering where i put him down ok nobody call child services...still not settling in at this new place...things are still in boxes and will remain that way until we figure out what's next for us.. we're really living in faith now...prayers are much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/114330748793303963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/114330748793303963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-surroundings.html' title='new surroundings . . .'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-113245766147278792</id><published>2005-11-19T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:34:21.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond cute</title><summary type='text'>more than just cute...i'd love to tell you all about this experience of my being a new father except i'm not sure where to even begin. is there even time to process it all or be still in between all the crying, feedings, burpings, rocking, changings? and that's just me. well, almost three weeks later, i'm still standing. we just don't picture in our minds the all work involved in having a child. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/113245766147278792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/113245766147278792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/11/beyond-cute_19.html' title='beyond cute'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-113245725448173108</id><published>2005-11-01T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:28:44.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jayden :: the man, the boy, the name</title><summary type='text'>welcome home...jayden nathaniel tomwe're certified. officially home with the munchkin. total hours of sleep since monday night? 7 hours for mum and dad.nobody ever tells you just how hard this is. well, it is just about the hardest thing i know. just to give you all an idea, since most of you shouldn't have any kids yet. we feed him about every 2-3 hours, even throughout the night, or whenever he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/113245725448173108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/113245725448173108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/11/jayden-man-boy-name.html' title='jayden :: the man, the boy, the name'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-113036371698503444</id><published>2005-10-26T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:55:16.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>superboy</title><summary type='text'>pain before the child...i thought it was a complete trip that nic cage named his new son, Kal-el Coppola Cage. for those of you who don't know, kal-el is the birth name of superman. i'm a big superman nerd so this gives me some joy. lauren and i spent her birthday at macaroni grill trying to figure out baby names. now, when you find out i hope you won't be disappointed. it's been fun keeping it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/113036371698503444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/113036371698503444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/10/superboy.html' title='superboy'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-112627118776935354</id><published>2005-09-09T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:21:26.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what would u do? frikin ridiculous</title><summary type='text'>what would u do?the caption of the cnn article this morning asked, why won't they leave?everyday i get more and more frustrated. it's really hard to understand what's going on because it's not us. we're not there. it's difficult for many to fathom what people over there feel. so many opinions and things said, many without understanding. and i add my own ignorance to all that mess with this post. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112627118776935354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112627118776935354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-would-u-do-frikin-ridiculous.html' title='what would u do? frikin ridiculous'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-112623639287013159</id><published>2005-09-08T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:26:32.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what u can do</title><summary type='text'>what u can dodonations toward hurricane katrina relief can be done through various and creative ways. there are many companies that are matching your purchases and offerings. one of my favorite shirt companies is threadless. they are an ongoing tee shirt design competition. two to three designs are chosen every week from 300+ submissions to be printed and sold from the site. currently, they have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112623639287013159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112623639287013159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-u-can-do.html' title='what u can do'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-112533078189407357</id><published>2005-08-29T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:28:03.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awaiting harvest</title><summary type='text'>awaiting harvesti’ve been spending a lot of time working on a few potted plants that we have (named appropriately - basil pronounced bah-zil, bamboo, marigold). i can’t imagine the work needed for a garden but i anticipate having my own one day. gardening and farming are such foreign concepts to much of our modern senses but i think we’re slowly making a return to the natural with the rising </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112533078189407357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112533078189407357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/08/awaiting-harvest.html' title='awaiting harvest'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-112303902464448948</id><published>2005-08-02T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:17:04.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>naked at home</title><summary type='text'>naked at home“home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.” ~Harriet Beecher Stoweit’s great to be home after a long weekend. i enjoyed meeting some wonderful new people and share the way, the truth, the life. you know who you are. thanks for giving me the opportunity to learn and grow. coming home and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112303902464448948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112303902464448948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/08/naked-at-home.html' title='naked at home'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-112192053602796651</id><published>2005-07-21T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:43:06.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beijing hoops camp</title><summary type='text'>Read the full article from ESPN.com today.Monday, March 28, 2005   Updated: July 19, 9:50 AM ET Beijing hoops camp a learning experienceBy Ric Bucher ESPN The MagazineBEIJING -- It's too bad the latest labor pact between NBA owners and players already has been decided, because it doesn't include a vital element: Mandatory participation for everyone in an overseas basketball camp. If the two sides</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112192053602796651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112192053602796651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/07/beijing-hoops-camp.html' title='beijing hoops camp'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-112178070177568973</id><published>2005-07-19T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:45:01.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked</title><summary type='text'>naked is the pointjust trying to figure out where i am. feeling a little vertigo. i used to simply love nyc because it was home. life appeared to be more simple then. now i love nyc just because i can't stand the jersey suburbs. it's like that old commercial, "this is your brain. this is your brain on crack." life in the burbs is mindnumbingly illusive. the houses, the cars, the shopping, the job</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112178070177568973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/112178070177568973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/07/naked.html' title='Naked'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111894663836131608</id><published>2005-06-16T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T14:32:26.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus on the wall</title><summary type='text'>you can own jesussomebody found jesus on their bathroom wall. it is being sold on ebay. go ahead bid on it. i dare you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111894663836131608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111894663836131608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/06/jesus-on-wall.html' title='jesus on the wall'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111892892307023512</id><published>2005-06-16T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:35:23.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fun-DA-MENTAL</title><summary type='text'>lost and confusedi came across two news articles that stirred up my the fires of my heart - almost to a hateful burn. i think there are a few things that really get me riled up, 1. when children are rudely disrespectful to their mothers 2. seeing others get cheated or taken advantage of 3. the distortion and manipulation of truth. i'm sure there are more. i'll be sure to make a list now for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111892892307023512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111892892307023512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-da-mental.html' title='fun-DA-MENTAL'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111875572147047674</id><published>2005-06-14T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:15:25.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>working the angles</title><summary type='text'>rhap·so·dy ::.  1. Exalted or excessively enthusiastic expression of feeling in speech or writing. 2. A literary work written in an impassioned or exalted style. 3. A state of elated bliss; ecstasy. 4. Music. A usually instrumental composition of irregular form that often incorporates improvisation.  just keep on swimming. keep on swimming. i feel like dory. life is anything but normal or regular</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111875572147047674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111875572147047674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/06/working-angles.html' title='working the angles'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111751918825644998</id><published>2005-05-31T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T02:06:18.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking lineup</title><summary type='text'>me and my big mouth ::.it's official... i'll be giving a 2day workshop at nysc [better known as hofstra]. there's still time to register (not a whole lot - like 24hrs) - hit it up fast! here's a workshop desc.The Truth About Cats and DogsRelationship experts say that men and women are about as different and also often at odds as cats and dogs. True, men and women are different, but how, really? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111751918825644998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111751918825644998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/05/speaking-lineup.html' title='speaking lineup'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111652363209319762</id><published>2005-05-19T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T02:05:05.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>descension</title><summary type='text'>Descensionso now that i'm free, i've been learning how to relax and realizing how much work it takes for me to do just that. my goal is not to simply kick back but to be recreated, my soul refreshed. as a result, more able to love others and give myself to them. perhaps, my wife can glow more brilliantly. in addition to this learning is pondering which direction i need to take with my life now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111652363209319762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111652363209319762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/05/descension.html' title='descension'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111625767009999848</id><published>2005-05-16T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:25:16.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><summary type='text'>first, a BIG thanks to those of you who have blessed me with a memorable weekend and the many many kind words.. :: the truth of how i got through seminary :: .providence ::. the weekend has sorta been an emotional ride. graduation wasn't really a big deal to me. it was a formality that i was willing to do to commemorate my wife and my mom. it was all for them. then, as i sat there beside my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111625767009999848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111625767009999848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/05/graduation_16.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111587995423815451</id><published>2005-05-12T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:45:27.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oversaturated</title><summary type='text'>it is finishedthe scourging of exams and papers are over. my body and mind left almost lifeless. the end and the beginning has finally come. i look forward to graduation this saturday with mixed feelings. maybe things will change once i join with my brothers and sisters for this commemoration.so what does this mean? i get an master of divinity. but what exactly does that mean?i'm not quite sure. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111587995423815451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111587995423815451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/05/oversaturated.html' title='oversaturated'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111401307698782446</id><published>2005-04-20T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:43:35.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on superheroes</title><summary type='text'>on being superit all changed the day superman died. the death of superman marked the end of an era and unveiled the truth of the times in which we live. we killed him in 1993. supes was the real thing. a true superhero consistent inside and out. nobody can touch the man in greatness. he represented all that we hope to be. he fought for truth and justice...and "the american way?" comic book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111401307698782446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111401307698782446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-superheroes.html' title='on superheroes'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111351181376484202</id><published>2005-04-14T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:26:43.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sex</title><summary type='text'>plain sexaccording to a new global survey, 14% of cell phone users stop have interrupted their sexual activity to answer their cell phones. From consumeraffairs.com report on a subscription-only Ad Age article:    The highest incidence of cellular interruptus was found in Germany and Spain, where 22 percent of users interrupted sex to answer their cell phones; the lowest was in Italy, where only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111351181376484202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111351181376484202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/04/sex_111351181376484202.html' title='sex'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111275056435315420</id><published>2005-04-05T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T21:46:31.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>faith in action</title><summary type='text'>faith in actionNew Faith in Action Study Bible Now Available i find it interesting that there are more resources on the rise advancing justice and mercy and they seem to be really well-designed. i'm very wary of hyped and marketed christian goods so i'm not saying that you should go out and buy this or not but if you're looking for a new bible maybe it's worth a peek. what do you think?World </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111275056435315420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111275056435315420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/04/faith-in-action.html' title='faith in action'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111208370873137728</id><published>2005-03-29T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:39:47.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more than vigilant</title><summary type='text'>more than vigilanto the downpour of rain. usually the rain fills me up inside. i would feel so alive. but today it's like the end of the world. puddles amass. everything is colorless. my commute has become loudly monotonous. my fingers are cold. i know i am still alive. but i am not sure what for. instead of the exhilaration i used to feel when i would look up to the sky and my face would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111208370873137728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111208370873137728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-than-vigilant_29.html' title='more than vigilant'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111207857979533274</id><published>2005-03-29T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T03:17:27.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><summary type='text'> updating ::  i'll be trying to change the look and feel of this blog hoping that it'll be more clean and focused. in my efforts i've managed to zap all my comments. i tend to let that happen and all my comments go back to zero. sigh. i do like comments and emails tho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111207857979533274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111207857979533274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/03/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18176231581322842252'/></author></entry></feed>