<?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-6069853</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:38:43.551-04:00</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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-111093455002505372</id><published>2005-03-15T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:40:38.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the moody symphonic orchestra :: performing jesus, friend of sinners ::  3.13.2005  30&amp; uninspired ::  it has been one of those days and times when i get serious about life. what am i doing? what have i done lately? i could be doing more. insane. there's this nagging sense of urgency that i contend with internally. time slips through my fingers as they just tap tap away idly waiting for something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111093455002505372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/111093455002505372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/03/moody-symphonic-orchestra-performing.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-110992402171927000</id><published>2005-03-04T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:22:31.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the gates.central park.nyc ::  2.26.05  farewell to the gates as they are being taken down this week. the artists believe that their art should be temporarily experienced.    design 102  ::.  design for life   i really appreciated all the great comments on my last post. lots of substance. it really got me going. here are some further thoughts in designing living - homes   design involves all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110992402171927000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110992402171927000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/03/owner-manager-winston-shih-runs-front.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-110926441176692654</id><published>2005-02-24T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T13:07:08.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>design for all ::. 101 we were designers. friends even, yeah, some of us were. we walked on campus together as though we were something. but history was in the making. we quickly became then the most well recognized class in the school's history leaving our mark with our names inscribed on the sterile halls of a brand new facility. i believe it's still there. we probably were the last class of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110926441176692654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110926441176692654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/02/design-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-110843805000432844</id><published>2005-02-14T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:27:30.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the award goes to ::. this weekend has been all about awards. we drove down to good ol' blue for just a day so that lauren would make her presence available to be inducted into the pennsylvania volleyball coaches association hall of fame. that is like  - whoah. she is now a hall of famer. still, she never makes anything of her great achievements or skill. others gladly do that for her. i'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110843805000432844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110843805000432844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-award-goes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-110685911229884069</id><published>2005-01-27T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:56:02.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> :: greetings from the big island --- wish you were there ::  i tried to update from the islands to give y'all a day-to-day but we didn't get wired. for 15 cents a minute, i decided it was more healthy to unplug for a while. i spend way too much time surfing that pipe, time to step into real liquid. the picture above records our lava hunt. yes, that is real 2000+ degree lava. we hustled over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110685911229884069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110685911229884069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2005/01/greetings-from-big-island-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-110560256735210527</id><published>2005-01-13T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T02:49:27.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go west young man go west</title><summary type='text'>"Man need only divert his attention from searching for the solution to external questions and pose the one, true inner question of how he should lead his life, and all the external questions will be resolved in the best possible way."  - leo tolstoy  the forecast for oahu ::.    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I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110280135757169896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110280135757169896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/12/fight-club.html' title='Fight Club'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-110119579457174062</id><published>2004-11-23T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T02:47:22.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who's yo mama? --- the church</title><summary type='text'>who's yo mama?  [the ekklesial extended remix] ::. the church may be a whore but she is still my mother.this line had me thinking all weekend because it's something i've been struggling over for quite sometime especially as i see people come and go in our churches. recently a student asked me about when it's ok to leave a church and it's a much more complicated answer the more i think about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110119579457174062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110119579457174062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/11/whos-yo-mama-church.html' title='who&apos;s yo mama? --- the church'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-110088557723746386</id><published>2004-11-19T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T12:34:05.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting out more :: emergent cohort of central nj</title><summary type='text'>getting out more ::. it's nice to get out and live. that's why i don't blog much anymore besides the fact that i have a million other things going on. but i still spend more time with my powerbook than i do with my wife. i stare at it and interact with it much longer. i've got issues but i did manage to get out the last couple of thursday nights over to charlie brown's where i got to hang with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110088557723746386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110088557723746386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/11/getting-out-more-emergent-cohort-of.html' title='getting out more :: emergent cohort of central nj'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-110002688479504433</id><published>2004-11-09T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T14:01:24.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as the winds blow</title><summary type='text'>AS THE WINDS BLOW ::. the wife &amp; i on a romantic getaway ::.RANT ::.i'm troubled by all the anger and discontent that's been long expressed from coast to coast. i'm tired of the malicious talk. there's nothing that has been said that builds up. now is a greater time for humility and servanthood from the church body. so i'll shut my mouth up now and move on to more interesting things. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110002688479504433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/110002688479504433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/11/as-winds-blow.html' title='as the winds blow'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109760009600236289</id><published>2004-10-12T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T13:06:27.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my himalayan journey ::.</title><summary type='text'>my himalayan journey ::. Put Mt. Everest (28 deg North) at the latitude of Mt. McKinley (63 deg North) in the United States and it is likely that no climber would ever have been able to reach the summit breathing the natural air.  Everest would feel, physiologically, as if it were an additional 3,000 feet higher. The air would be so thin that even the best climber would have no choice but to use</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109760009600236289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109760009600236289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-himalayan-journey.html' title='my himalayan journey ::.'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109594950457673036</id><published>2004-09-23T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T11:47:01.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>come again? ::. </title><summary type='text'>come again? ::. i'm taking "biblcal poetry &amp; the poetic books" this semester. we study the stylistics and hermeneutics of biblical poetry, which involves translating and interpreting hebrew text. since summer passed i've forgotten all my hebrew. there will be many late nights to come.to start, we needed to observe the nature of poetry, discussing the differences between poetry and prose. we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109594950457673036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109594950457673036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/09/come-again.html' title='come again? ::. '/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109483846422214072</id><published>2004-09-10T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T14:18:48.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the jump-off ::. </title><summary type='text'>the jump-off ::. ok, here i go thumpin events and links around. great things are a-happening...here's the hook-up ::: : CMC2004 UTH [ages 13-19] : ACHTUNG! : : if you haven't signed up yet...wutdadilly-yo?  do it . . .do it . . . check out the  cmc2004  uth website: :  for those 21&amp;over : : check out my good friends, leisuresound and the violet burning playing together again at acme </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109483846422214072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109483846422214072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/09/jump-off.html' title='&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;the jump-off ::. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109473729879383727</id><published>2004-09-09T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T09:41:38.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>personal tempering ::. i spent the holiday weekend at a leaders forum in chi-town interacting face to face, mano-a-mano with high-level leaders across a spectrum of fields. i am truly humbled. and yes, i finally got to meet DJChuang. the man is real. (thanks dj!) i learned new dimensions in leadership and the larger asian-american church. modeled for me was an unconditional positive regard for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109473729879383727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109473729879383727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/09/personal-tempering_09.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109353248533946358</id><published>2004-08-26T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T11:01:25.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>emotional rollercoasters ::. it's been a real emotional couple of weeks. short list: newborn babies, a final exam, frequent medical examinations, unnerving individuals, a wedding, having my past catch up with me, seeing old friends, a funeral.  an exerpt from a grief observed by CS Lewis which I observed at my friend Caleb's funeral. Lewis wrote this at an immense time of grief in his life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109353248533946358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109353248533946358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/08/emotional-rollercoasters.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109244028437954868</id><published>2004-08-13T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:00:28.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let the games begin ::. tonight is the  opening ceremony for the olympic games. i have always looked forward to the olympic games and even more so since i met my wife, becoming ever more deeply engrossed in the world of women's volleyball. the matches at that level are spectacular. all the world just focuses on the athletes and their determination. great dreams and pride to behold. cheer on.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109244028437954868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109244028437954868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/08/let-games-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109219593595147394</id><published>2004-08-10T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T09:57:05.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haloscan ::.  what happened to my haloscan? i noticed that if that's not working then this blog gets all funky on loading time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109219593595147394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109219593595147394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/08/haloscan.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109215177268681928</id><published>2004-08-10T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T00:12:47.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great fear ::.  "the fear of the Lord - that is wisdom, and to shun evil is understanding" - job 28.28 i've been trying to grow in the fear of the Lord over the many years i've been a christian and i'm still a-slow coming. i used to fear people and things much more than almighty God. i realized, isn't there something wrong with that? i mean, God is "God" (with mouth open wide and shoulder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109215177268681928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109215177268681928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/08/great-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109095087484696686</id><published>2004-07-27T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:58:31.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the message on crack ::. i love eugene peterson...really i do. and i appreciate his work on the message because he addresses questions of what/who is this book really for especially for seminarians losing their minds in greek and hebrew. however, there are just some passages in there that just crack me up or just sounds like it's on crack. here are just a few that i've come across recently ::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109095087484696686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109095087484696686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/07/message-on-crack.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109084938584575466</id><published>2004-07-26T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T09:50:08.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-DESIGN ::. </title><summary type='text'>RE-DESIGN ::. just trying a new design of this blog. hopefully evolving, growing into something better. in the meantime, my friends are busy launching their product lines... check them out :::: 3sixteen : the fall line for 316fabrications is set for august 1 :: :: kitchnglam :: kitchnglam has officially launched, get your apron on :: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109084938584575466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109084938584575466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/07/re-design.html' title='&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;RE-DESIGN ::. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-109033577929308825</id><published>2004-07-20T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T16:10:35.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love hurts ::. swollen fingers. achy joints. splinters. fatigue. a beat up pair of nikes. nasty tanlines. the result of a ten hour drive to lima, ohio across miles of farmland with 15 passengers. we all took part in a pilot faith-builders service program through habitat for humanity. it was a great week where we actually built something from nothing. it was not just a house but a home. my own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109033577929308825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/109033577929308825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108938740601831666</id><published>2004-07-09T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T11:52:25.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>will to live ::. (warning: a king arthur analysis)there have been several good movies released since the passion that christians ought to go check out. the wife and i saw king arthur last night. now, i'm very into the king arthur legend and the order of knighthood, so much that i will probably fire-brand all our kids as a result. going into this movie i purged all my childhood notions of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108938740601831666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108938740601831666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/07/will-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108930392043715925</id><published>2004-07-08T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T09:50:36.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>searching for meaning ::. do you think our names really represent who we really are? or perhaps who we might be destined to be? God afterall, calls each of us by name (isa 42/43) and even the name of the lord has signnificant meaning for us. we love hearing our name. something in us wants to be known, to be remembered, to be called by name. so, what's in a name?as a child, i never liked my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108930392043715925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108930392043715925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/07/searching-for-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108864816600327422</id><published>2004-06-30T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T09:31:14.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>summertime ::. My heart's dark but it's risin' / I'm pullin' all the faith I can see / From that black hole on the horizon / I hear your voice calling me ...Familiar faces around me / Laughter fills the air / Your loving grace surrounds me / Everybody's here ... bruce springstein - mary`s place Summertime, and the living is easy / Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high ... / One of these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108864816600327422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108864816600327422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/06/summertime.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108782960882331231</id><published>2004-06-21T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:13:00.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wisdom from the wifei think my wife is a better writer than i am. she amazes me most of the time, something i need to let her in on more often. here's her last post from her blog, i married a chinese guy that has had me do some thinking about marriage particularly on how to love her and help her grow. The Principle Cause of Boredom is the Hatred of Work ::. OK.  I admit it.  I don’t like it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108782960882331231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108782960882331231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/06/wisdom-from-wife-i-think-my-wife-is.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-10874134682500399</id><published>2004-06-16T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T12:47:58.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wonderful things ::. back from chi-town where we spent some much needed time with good good friends. ain't nuthin like food, folks, and fun. we saw all 20mins of bluesfest. here are some of the most fantabulous things we came across ::.....a beautiful tribute to a hero / a public prayer booth / a caterpillar roll at sushi wahi / legosman and legoskidmore on the prayer booths :: this art </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/10874134682500399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/10874134682500399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/06/wonderful-things.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108731134829438195</id><published>2004-06-15T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T09:52:07.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on being alone and loneliness ::. you might have felt it when you were young in the playground, the last to be picked or ridiculed for being different than everyone else. being born with a dual identity like myself, you may have at one time or other responded, 'i'm american not chinese' in your defense to belong. sometimes you may ask, 'who listens to me?' when you suggest something in groups, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108731134829438195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108731134829438195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/06/on-being-alone-and-loneliness.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108627886186211808</id><published>2004-06-03T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T12:13:44.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guys lose | girls seriously confused ::. lauren and i were watching the ncaa div1 lacrosse championship game between syracuse and navy this weekend and it was fantabulous...go orange for claiming their ninth title! syracuse was the school i dreamed of playing for. people wonder why i love blue and orange? lauren having such a tender heart went aginst me and rooted for the underdogs. boo...hiss..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108627886186211808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108627886186211808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/06/guys-lose-girls-seriously-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108609519085017078</id><published>2004-06-01T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T09:07:13.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brooklyn son ::.  home coming   city hall ::. 11:37am   |    BQE ::. 11:48am    |    36 &amp; 12th :: my corner ::. 11:58am    |    the house i lived in the longest. home. i love driving through brooklyn. sun breaking through the clouds. hot97 on the dial. craig mack bringing a brand new flava in ya ear. prospect park. church ave. i'm home. there are different faces. the writings on the wall have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108609519085017078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108609519085017078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/06/brooklyn-son.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108515100122924697</id><published>2004-05-21T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:42:25.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>intense fellowship ::. this article came out in boston news this morning but was on the wire last night before i went to sleep. disturbing...as a rule of thumb i don't really talk bible while my wife is the kitchen. but there's been some fun flying with it on shoey's  post.woman pours oil on boyfriend's face over bible argument...EUGENE, Ore. -- A woman is accused of pouring boiling oil on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108515100122924697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108515100122924697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/05/intense-fellowship.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108498230260357965</id><published>2004-05-19T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T11:58:22.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> love crush::. the dimensions of love are like the oceans deep and wide...yet people tend to stay in shallow waters for fear. gandhi often chided xians that they don't take seriously enough Jesus' call to love. i agree. paul miller (biblical seminary alum, director of seejesus.net) explores the complexity of love and invites readers to observe again the love of Jesus in his book, love walked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108498230260357965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108498230260357965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/05/love-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108463910540460030</id><published>2004-05-15T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T12:38:25.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this are the times ::. there's something about hearing testimonies of how a person has encoutered the savior in their lives and what God has done in their lives since that is so life-giving and refreshing to me. i love hearing testimonies. at our church we have a testimony sharing time before a person gets baptized. there's nothing really magical about baptism but it does something to me and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108463910540460030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108463910540460030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-are-times.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108454633433328918</id><published>2004-05-14T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T10:52:14.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 &gt; 3 + 4 generations ::. the rev dr ken fong once challenged his 2nd generation parents on the issue of when will they stop referring to their family as a chinese family as he continued to guide their attention to the fact that their grandchildren are all mixed and don't speak a lick of canto. change happens. this is a major consideration toward my thinking about asian-american ministry or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108454633433328918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108454633433328918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/05/3-4-generations.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108437085348679906</id><published>2004-05-12T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T10:07:33.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more humility ::. we face ongoing secret battles from the moment we wake to the time we lay back down to complete the day. on this side of heaven i believe it will be a constant one. every day i face a battle within me between humility and pride. will i exalt myself or humble myself before an audience of one? i fail almost all the time.  i often find myself easily caught up in wanting to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108437085348679906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108437085348679906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/05/more-humility.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108391013290394968</id><published>2004-05-07T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T10:02:05.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>humbled ::.  so it's over and i got rocked. but i'm done. finals are over. a stark realization that came through this experience is how much i still don't know. i've been a xian now for over half my life plus i'm a seminarian which means i cram as much bible into my head as possible and yet when it comes to being examined on what i know, i truly don't know a whole lot. the bottomline is that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108391013290394968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108391013290394968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/05/humbled.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108376569773205599</id><published>2004-05-05T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T22:40:07.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stumbling ::. we stumbled onto one tree hill last night and was captivated by this one scene - regarding pornography. it resonates with my heart.  [ haley ] :: it's bad enough with all the girls in school and what, now i have to compete with porn stars as well? [ nathan ] :: i'm a guy, it's what guys do.[ haley ] :: dont be a guy nathan. be a man.i was pretty surprised. i dont usually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108376569773205599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108376569773205599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/05/stumbling.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108364022491958277</id><published>2004-05-03T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T09:28:37.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreamlife ::. i recently had this strange dream that has got to be the worst thing that can happen to anybody longing for a restful night of sleep. i rather have nightmares. wait, maybe it was a nightmare. regardless, there i was sitting in a red room with just me and a proctor taking an exam??? i just sat there reading through all these crazy questions that i now have no recollection of and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108364022491958277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108364022491958277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/05/dreamlife.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108307461193366885</id><published>2004-04-27T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T19:32:14.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love...actually :: thanks to all you who have blessed me and lauren on our special day through words of encouragement and love. we truly love you, our friends, and wish that we would have more time to spend with you, and more love to bless you. this week will have passed with seeing some good friends from both near and far, celebrating having each other in our lives. these are the best type of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108307461193366885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108307461193366885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/04/love.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108276287532567198</id><published>2004-04-23T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T09:57:15.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a man of honor :: there's a shortage of real good men. we bow our hearts today to a true american hero. espn reported today the death of former nfl player turned army ranger, pat tillman, killed in an ambush in  afghanistan. why is he a real man? not because of his impressive physical stature but because he truly gave his life to serve this country. he gave up a multimillion dollar contract to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108276287532567198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108276287532567198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/04/man-of-honor-theres-shortage-of-real.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108247510195991236</id><published>2004-04-20T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T11:49:27.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weddinged out ::. lauren and i are celebrating 2 years of matrimony. woohoo. we were incredibly blessed with 3rd row orch seating to a sold out showing of mamma mia  over the weekend. it was a real fun time. this is a busy month, particularly in regards to marriage. there’s been 4 weddings in a row but we’ve only attended two of them. we continue to talk to students about marriage. there will be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108247510195991236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108247510195991236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/04/weddinged-out.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108209163977835740</id><published>2004-04-16T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T01:04:38.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>antiheroic ../ part two point o/ ass u me ::. we assume too much. reading the bible is difficult for many because often we approach the text assuming we know the stories already. this week i agonized over some rather distressing faults in my life, my husbandry, my leadership…the list can go on. i wondered how, why God would ever use someone like me. i want to stop my fruitless neurotic praying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108209163977835740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108209163977835740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/04/antiheroic.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108187283447205494</id><published>2004-04-13T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T01:03:43.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a teenage boy's dream ::. this past weekend i had the privilege of being the  fashion accessory to my wife while accompanying her coach her girls at the northeast qualifier volleyball tourney in baltimore, maryland.  i thought to myself, this would be a teenage boy's dream weekend being surrounded by thousands of young tall athletic girls in short spandex. so...where was i in high school when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108187283447205494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108187283447205494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/04/teenage-boys-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108126711537569069</id><published>2004-04-06T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T00:21:26.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>antiheroic::. i’ve been on a hero thing for some time now pondering their nature and significance. sometimes we may look at 'heroes' in the bible and regard them as holy  in a sorta holier than thou (with organ pipes blowing in the background) way that makes us blind to what scripture actually says about them. or perhaps we reduce biblical characters to simplistic good guys and bad guys </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108126711537569069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108126711537569069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/04/antiheroic_06.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108066736727085661</id><published>2004-03-30T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T12:32:49.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the spiritual in music ::. i just recently watched a re-airing of the 2004 rock and roll hall of fame show on vh1 and was utterly captivated by the imagery and spiritual overtones of bruce springsteen's induction speech for jackson browne.  it has further deepened my respect for the boss. here's part of the speech, the best part ::. "The Beach Boys and Brian Wilson, they gave us California as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108066736727085661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108066736727085661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/03/spiritual-in-music.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108025560574296040</id><published>2004-03-25T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T11:46:44.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anti-wha?  ::. what to make of this?  this is taken from a site that covered the "Global Day of Action" rally in san francisco on sat, march 20th, 2004. how is this a peace protest? do you think it's true that the west coast was just numb to what happened on 9/11? this seems a tad bit insensitive. i'd like to know what this guy is thinking? now it's easy to point out some of the silliness at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108025560574296040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108025560574296040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/03/anti-wha.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-108005707529592833</id><published>2004-03-23T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T18:50:16.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> frictivization ::. can you guess what class i would be in with terms thrown around like this :: frictivization? labial stop? universe of discourse?  frictivization has to do with air flowing through. so these random thoughts came to mind today.::. krispy kreme doughnuts are formed from dough extruded by air pressure to form a perfect doughnut shape. the doughnut "hole" actually doesn't exist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108005707529592833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108005707529592833'/><link rel='alternate' 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is fascinating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108000053148948860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/108000053148948860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/03/hush.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107884322257660189</id><published>2004-03-09T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T10:05:20.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stressedlife :: i've been thinking a lot lately about where to live and why am i still here in nj. here's some interesting things that i came across:somerset, nj is ranked no.8 among the top 20 growing boomtowns with the hottest job markets.new york city is among the top five most stressful cities in the country. the least most stressful is (ayku97  and hybricon  will be glad to hear this --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107884322257660189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107884322257660189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/03/stressedlife-ive-been-thinking-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107818993665263122</id><published>2004-02-25T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T10:23:01.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mediameditations:: there's been so much going on in the news this week that concerns what we think we know as xians...i wonder how many people actually read the bible and use that as a basis for their statements rather than saying what they think the bible says or how they feel about something based on misguided ideas....:: the passion of the christas you are preparing (and i hope 'preparing'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107818993665263122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107818993665263122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/02/mediameditations-theres-been-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107662979017202433</id><published>2004-02-12T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T13:17:39.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i  married a white girl - a mini-valentine reflection :: </title><summary type='text'>this weekend will be one the rare times that my wife and i will spend apart from each other because she'll be in las vegas at a vball tourney and i'll be at a youth retreat. a whole four days - that may well be a record for us. and of all the weekends, it's valentines. in the spirit of this hallmark tradition we've already exchanged gifts. but i was thinking all this stuff about relationships </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107662979017202433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107662979017202433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-married-white-girl-mini-valentine.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;i  married a white girl - a mini-valentine reflection :: &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107636818648090569</id><published>2004-02-09T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T13:44:29.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week_end progress * * * </title><summary type='text'>* * * just added ability to leave comments...i invite conversation...i wanna know who's out there * * *best commercial ..."use only in case of emergency"...guy says i love you only to get his girlfriend to roll over freeing his arm so that he can drink his heineken. simply brilliant.roxanne :: "you don't have to put on the red light. . ." i'm in love. sting, the 2004 musicares person of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107636818648090569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107636818648090569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/02/weekend-progress.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;week_end progress * * * &lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107607869443494868</id><published>2004-02-06T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:47:17.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in·teg·ri·ty redux :: </title><summary type='text'>n. incorruptibility, completeness, honest another reason that i value integrity so much is that of reliability. my wife needs to know that what i say is true and reliable. for example, like when i will be home for dinner so that when she cooks her fine meals it will be warm and ready for the both of us to enjoy together. we will be both be blessed. but if i did not come home at the time that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607869443494868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607869443494868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/02/integrity-redux.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;in·teg·ri·ty redux :: &lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107607862133801683</id><published>2004-02-04T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T10:25:53.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in·teg·ri·ty :: </title><summary type='text'>n. 1. Steadfast adherence to a strict moral or ethical code. 2.The state of being unimpaired; soundness. 3. The quality or condition of being whole or undivided; completeness.to me, integrity is plainly about doing what you say will do. it really is about love. i admire and value people who follow through on what they say they will do; people who have a steadiness to them, who keep their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607862133801683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607862133801683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/02/integrity.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;in·teg·ri·ty :: &lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107607840600076366</id><published>2004-01-20T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:42:28.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>worthy days :: </title><summary type='text'>we try to live everyday without any struggles. anything to make it easier, taking short cuts that compromise our character and integrity. or we mope and complain. we want to live like supastars or like we're on vacation. even then we still have our complaints. this striving is really a deep longing for heaven, living in complete wholeness. but we don't really look to that end or grasp its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607840600076366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607840600076366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/01/worthy-days.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;worthy days :: &lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107607824104954364</id><published>2004-01-06T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:51:37.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this beautiful madness :: </title><summary type='text'>since thanksgiving advil has been my best friend. headaches have migrated across the spheres of my brain like flocks of canadian geese traveling along the atlantic flyway this time of year. i could swear it's a tumor. i'm going mad....i was paging through audrey hepburn: an elegant spirit and was just dazzled by this son's memoirs of his mother. what a legacy -- to be called an elegant spirit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607824104954364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607824104954364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2004/01/this-beautiful-madness.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;this beautiful madness :: &lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107607817902978859</id><published>2003-12-26T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:38:41.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peace :: </title><summary type='text'>hope everyone had a fulfilling xmas time celebrating, reflecting, loving and embracing the precious gift of one another. precious moments recalling the day7am : first waking thoughts from the wife, "...ugh! gotta get to work. oh wait, it's xmas. *sigh* ...ugh! gotta get to new york...doh! :silly:       8am : the temperature is pleasant. sunrays breaking through the morning and touch my face. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607817902978859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607817902978859'/><link rel='alternate' 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getting someone a good gift. i didn't think there could be more to this week. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607777560650717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607777560650717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2003/12/completelyoff.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;completely...off :: &lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107607765716449719</id><published>2003-12-15T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:31:06.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strength – drama and dynamic ::</title><summary type='text'>the end of the semester before xmas is always a rush of blood to the head. i have one more fish to fry. then i’m free for about two weeks before i start crunching away again. i was praying that his strength would be my strength and i became enraptured in the peace of God as i unraveled the depth of what these words meant. i usually pray for his strength naturally because I feel weak and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607765716449719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607765716449719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2003/12/strength-drama-and-dynamic.html' title='&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;strength – drama and dynamic ::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107607740637712338</id><published>2003-12-10T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:26:36.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...feeling xmas ::</title><summary type='text'>finally feeling all xmaslike and put up the tree with my wife. it's wonderfully color coordinated. i'm proud.the washington post recently reported about virginia passing some new fire codes to enforce safety and serve as a crackdown on all the hazards that make xmas notorious as a season of death and misery. i think it might just kill santa and bring back the real meaning of xmas. here's a </summary><link rel='edit' 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of it. it was fun when we were kids. but it still is a breathtaking sight for sore eyes and sorer bodies. anyhow it’s been a rather eventful weekend for us. in reading some xangas the two most blogworthy topics since friday are about snow and the last samurai. so y b different?  here’s my divergence discourse.…trekked out to see last samurai opening</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607723072318662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607723072318662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-see-stars.html' title='&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;i see stars ::&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; '/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107607561985003190</id><published>2003-12-05T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:19:28.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>{{.. it's like snowing outside. holla. the xmas season is breaking in ..}} the stories of our families - the aggregate of ours and our predecessors' experiences, knowledge, beliefs, and accomplishments - are the raw materials from which our own identities are hewn ...my uncle's laundry dry cleaning circa 60s, staten island, nybig grandaddy forwardthinking ::  ever think about being a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607561985003190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107607561985003190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107047830534585260</id><published>2003-12-03T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T14:20:07.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a beautiful mess - a discourse of my journey toward wholeness </title><summary type='text'>DISCOURSE \Dis*course"\, v. i. [imp. &amp; p. p. Discoursed; p. pr. &amp; vb. n. Discoursing.] 1. To exercise reason; to employ the mind in judging and inferring; to reason.cruise controlthere are movies we watch over and over again because there are certain characters that we are just drawn to. many of the movies that i enjoy watching repeatedly are tom cruise films -- i'm part of the recite every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107047830534585260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107047830534585260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2003/12/beautiful-mess-discourse-of-my-journey.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;a beautiful mess - a discourse of my journey toward wholeness &lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069853.post-107136762837871065</id><published>2003-11-21T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T21:09:04.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'> fluff</title><summary type='text'>i'm coming off two disastrous exams. have you ever felt real confident walking out of an exam only to be absolutely distressed reviewing the exam with one of those classmates who always looks for the correct answers immediately after? so all that's on my mind is fluff. or maybe it's just what's left of my brain. -- ok poppin advil ...mmmm ...my candy of choice ...here are some things that made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107136762837871065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6069853/posts/default/107136762837871065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://affections.blogspot.com/2003/11/fluff.html' title='&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt; fluff&lt;/FONT&gt;'/><author><name>affectionate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164605276625064385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://pic11.picturetrail.com/VOL372/1900004/3668943/45074205.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
