<?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-10630725</id><updated>2011-10-30T12:11:50.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Minute Oil Change</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-112404594212569584</id><published>2005-08-14T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T13:59:02.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one cup too many...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;rainy sunday morning, and my hands are shaking from that mistakenly imbibed third cup of coffee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've experienced a bit of those spiritual doldrums lately. just kind of coasting from past experiences on the mountain waiting for the next. i listen to those same songs that in the past swell me up with joy but now just sound like hollow repetitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"just another day without you, just another never-ending night.&lt;br /&gt;just another reason i'm falling away from you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the wedding in canada was charged with emotion, much from me, much from others. all in all a positive experience. my brother's mother-in-law is sweet, nurturing, speaks beautiful french, and makes the best blackberry jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-112404594212569584?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112404594212569584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=112404594212569584' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/112404594212569584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/112404594212569584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-cup-too-many.html' title='one cup too many...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-111820083084426029</id><published>2005-06-07T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:57:38.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I am afraid.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;What is it that makes you afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Perhaps the better questions is what &lt;em&gt;types&lt;/em&gt; of things make you afraid? There were a few things I was afraid of today. I'm afraid I won't do my job well, or that I'll embarrass a customer or coworker. I was afraid on the drive home when a child ran out into the street chasing his basketball. I was afraid as I read the newspaper and saw fellow humans beings dying in car wrecks, bombings, landslides, tornadoes, and even scarier health problems.&lt;br /&gt;People I know scoff at these things. In general, they scoff at life. Each day is a bigger joke than the one before. I laugh with them, of course. Maybe toss in a story or comment of my own. Then that silence that follows broods over us, a stagnant reminder that that at which we laugh, is not a joke at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;David knew these things. He was afraid too. Read for yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Why are the nations so angry?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the people making useless plans?" (Ps. 2:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Lord, I have many enemies!&lt;br /&gt;Many people have turned against me." (Ps. 3:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Lord, listen to my words.&lt;br /&gt;Understand my sadness." (Ps. 5:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Lord, why are you so far away?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hide when there is trouble?" (Ps. 10:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Save me, Lord, because the good people are all gone;&lt;br /&gt;no true believers are left on earth." (Ps. 12:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"How long will you forget me, Lord? Forever?&lt;br /&gt;How long will you hide from me?" (Ps. 13:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"My God, my God, why have you rejected me?&lt;br /&gt;You seem far from saving me,&lt;br /&gt;far from the words of my groaning." (Ps. 22:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"God, be merciful to me." (Ps. 51:1a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"God, be merciful to me because people are chasing me;&lt;br /&gt;the battle has pressed me all day long." (Ps. 56:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things have not really changed in 3,000 years. The same reason David begins each of these psalms in agony is the same reason I wake up some days in utter despair. I look around me, and see no hope for the future. This same fear affects us all. Whether we dwell in it, sinking into depressions that destroy our lives, or deny it, living life to unsafe extremes, pushing away our confrontation with fear, it affects everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So what do we do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lucky for us, David wasn't accustomed to writing single-verse psalms. What begins as a doldrum dirge ends as exalting praises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"When I am afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I will trust you.&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for his word.&lt;br /&gt;I trust God, so I am not afraid." (Ps. 56:3-4a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So we've already established a condition: fear. Looking at this text, what course of action does David follow with his fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"When I am afraid, &lt;em&gt;I will trust you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So what, that's &lt;em&gt;it?&lt;/em&gt; How am I supposed to do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, luckily, it's in the very next verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I praise God for his word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, how I long to become "foolish" enough to experience the wisdom and perfection in that phrase. I praise God for his word. His word in the flesh is Christ. He who alone is worthy of our adoration. And on He alone have our iniquities, our fears, been laid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As one praises, so one will trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I trust God, so I am not afraid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This companionship between praise and trust is inevitable, and it takes practice. No sooner do I finish praising Christ than a new circumstance surrounds me, and I again become afraid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But the more I'm able to train my mind for praise, "so I will walk with God in light among the living." (v. 13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-111820083084426029?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111820083084426029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=111820083084426029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/111820083084426029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/111820083084426029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-i-am-afraid.html' title='When I am afraid.....'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-111790941066343800</id><published>2005-06-04T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T13:23:30.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will offer a sacrifice... (Ps 54:6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 54 describes the life that is wholly devoted to God, in itself also bringing a prophecy of Christ. Though "strangers turn against me, and cruel men want to kill me," (v. 3) "the Lord will support me." (v. 4) Often we have this idea that if I devote my life to the Lord, nothing bad will ever happen in our lives. Then at the slightest hint of trouble, we "gnaw our tongues [in] pain and...curse the God of heaven," (Rev. 16:10-11). Unfortunately, this is simply not the case. Even a brief skimming of the gospels will show that the life of Jesus was full of strife and persecution. He was forced from his hometown and almost thrown over a cliff (Luke 4:28-30), He was accused of being possessed (Mark 3:22), He was beaten and spat upon (Matt. 26:67), He was mocked, being call gluttonous and a drunk (Luke 7:34), and many other horrible things. We are even told, as His followers, to expect the same treatment (Matt. 24:9).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As these terrible things continue to affect us, offering our broken spirit as a sacrifice (Ps. 51:17) is the way God is allowed to "save [us] from all...troubles," (v. 7). In this way, because we are in Christ, judgment will pass over us and we will "see [our] enemies defeated." (v. 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-111790941066343800?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111790941066343800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=111790941066343800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/111790941066343800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/111790941066343800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-will-offer-sacrifice-ps-546.html' title='I will offer a sacrifice... (Ps 54:6)'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-111065078724844399</id><published>2005-03-12T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:06:27.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been painted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had the privilege of walking home from work last night. i got off at 6:45, and it didn't take long for me to notice the beauty of the evening. on the western horizon was a bright orange band as the sun drifted off to sleep, and on the eastern horizon was a deep stripe of indigo signaling the fast approaching night. the rest of the sky fell in line somewhere between these two personalities, and i, in the middle, felt as though i had stumbled my way onto an artist's canvas, simply the stranger on the side of the road caught between the past and future of the artist's memory and the onlooker's imagination.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-111065078724844399?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111065078724844399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=111065078724844399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/111065078724844399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/111065078724844399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-been-painted.html' title='i&apos;ve been painted...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-111025309605087206</id><published>2005-03-07T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:39:59.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>who's got the sheets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this exchange was forced upon me, so i now force it upon you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;store manager: "who's got the sheets?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;assistant manager: "i did this morning, but i feel better now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-111025309605087206?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111025309605087206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=111025309605087206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/111025309605087206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/111025309605087206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/03/whos-got-sheets.html' title='who&apos;s got the sheets?'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110912935037066831</id><published>2005-02-22T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:29:10.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>spiritual perseverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my bible study today was on "the discipline of spiritual perseverance". in it, the author defines perseverance as "...a call...to work deliberately, knowing with certainty that God will never be defeated." i remember as a kid dreaming of having an occupation such as baseball player, master composer, or some other such fan-based profession. in my dreams, i always focused on the future, this awesome destination that i had magically arrived at, with no concept of discipline or perseverance. (this isn't to say that these professions are not dream-worthy or honorable, but that as a child i did not have the mental aptitude to consider what discipline was necessary for such positions.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;in my life current, i'm finding that the hardest, yet most fulfilling application of my time is to seek after God's spirit. in this mindset, i'm able to see the Purpose in my otherwise ordinary existance. i find also that the seeming ordinary existances of my contemporaries (friends, family, coworkers) actually play an integral part of my sanctification, that is, being set apart as holy for God's will. living with two hard-working, rest-needing females provides innumerable opportunities to love others above myself (the frequency with which i take advantage of these opportunities varies, however).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess the point i'm thinking of is one we've all heard before, but when one suffer's through one's own experiences to reach it, the point becomes personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't have to be famous, influential, or a big moneymaker to be holy and useful to the Lord. perhaps a twenty-year-old, blue-collar college student with long hair is exactly what i need to be right now. tomorrow my world may turn upside-down, but God will never be defeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110912935037066831?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110912935037066831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110912935037066831' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110912935037066831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110912935037066831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/spiritual-perseverance.html' title='spiritual perseverance'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110874082805958032</id><published>2005-02-18T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T09:33:48.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bank statement is in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it is refreshing to know that i serve the Lord of all creation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;...this includes my checking account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110874082805958032?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110874082805958032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110874082805958032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110874082805958032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110874082805958032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/bank-statement-is-in.html' title='bank statement is in...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110755946532113180</id><published>2005-02-10T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T10:20:37.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vigurally speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vigural actually refers to what is commonly known as a "backslash". there is no such thing as a backslash or frontslash. the correct terms are "slash" and "vigural".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you may now applaud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110755946532113180?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110755946532113180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110755946532113180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110755946532113180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110755946532113180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/vigurally-speaking.html' title='vigurally speaking'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110801530273875025</id><published>2005-02-10T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:05:24.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible, yet amusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i feel sorry for my customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;like today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;an elderly gentlemen was walking down the laptop aisle with that look on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yes, the look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it is the look a customer wears when they are utterly lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and he was looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, this particular fellow was holding in one hand a component that had obviously been extracted from the guts of his computer. it looked like something that would go into a PCI slot. in his other hand was a notepad. seeing as we made eye contact, i could not bring myself to continue walking, so i slowed, turned fully towards him, and spoke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"how may i help..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"i need this," he says, cutting me off and shaking the mechanical item. i see what looks like a phone symbol etched into the metal, suggesting that it is an internal dial-up modem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i pause.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"what is it?" i ask.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;without responding, he holds forward the notepad. i lean over and look at the writing. i read the words "HP Pavilion" followed by numbers and letters. it means nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"what is this?" i ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"my information," he says, as if that should make all perfectly clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i pause again. obviously, i'm missing something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"what can i help you with, sir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"i need this!" he says emphatically, pressing it into my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i look at him, and i hand it back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"well, here it is," i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this time, he pauses. "well, this doesn't do me a damn bit of good!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i pause. "would you like me to get you a new one?" i ask, because he is obviously not going to do anything but act ignorant and demand things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"yes," comes the irritated response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i turn and lead him to aisle five, where we carry internal dial-up modems. when we get there, i try for a little more information.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"what kind of internet do you have, sir?" (this fact is important because there are separate internal modems depending if one has broadband or dial-up internet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;he looks at me as if i've just sprouted wings. "well, i don't know a &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; thing about the internet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i pause again. "well sir, i don't know anything about your internet either."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"well, i just need a new one of these," he says, shaking it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;finally. all i wanted was for him to ask a question, not demand like a baby. i reach down and grab an internal dial-up modem card on sale for $19.99.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"here you go," i say, handing it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;he looks it over for a second, mumbling. finally, he says "this'll fix my problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"once it's installed, yes," i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;he looks it over again, comparing it with the piece in his hand. "well, they look the same..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;at this point, i can see that anything more out of my mouth, and i'm bound to get myself in trouble, so i wait patiently for a few moments before asking him if i can be of further assistance. he relieves me and i walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and now i have a dilemma in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;on the one hand i understand that the vast majority of our customer base have zero to only rudimentary knowledge of technology, but because they use these machines, inevitably, they require a product, either a consummable or permanent hardware, and they are forced to venture out into the retail jungle, admit their ignorance, and trust us to lead them to what they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;from my end, i work with these products everyday, and though i began my job not knowing the difference between ink and toner, i've slowly increased my comfort zone to the point that i can feel my way around with a sizable chunk of our technology customers. however, highly technical questions leave me scrambling for a CST (customer sales - technology). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the dilemma enters when a customer comes in with a problem and seems to not understand why i don't instantly know what he or she needs without any information or backstory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this prompts me to act like a jackass, as illustrated in the previous story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;now, i can go and tell the story to my co-workers who will laugh, shake their head, and then tell me one of their stories, in which case i'll laugh, shake my head, and we'll lament over our jobs, acting as if we're selling nuclear technology to apes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;what i don't like is when i feel resentment towards a customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;resentment simply because they don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and they're frustrated. not at me, i know (at least, not directly). but when it comes down to it, they've got a problem and we fix it. that's my job. it doesn't hinge on how much they know, how nice they are, how prepared they are. my job is to help customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't do that if i breed resentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(i've got more on this subject, but the clock is passing midnight and i've got class at eight in the morning, so i'm off to bed)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110801530273875025?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110801530273875025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110801530273875025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110801530273875025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110801530273875025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/horrible-yet-amusing.html' title='horrible, yet amusing'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110787940788720299</id><published>2005-02-08T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:16:47.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is cool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;check out this cool passage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;30 Then Moses said to the Israelites, "Look, the LORD has chosen Bezalel son of Uri the son of Hur, from the tribe of Judah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;31 The LORD has filled Bezalel with the Spirit of God and has given him the skill, ability, and knowledge to do all kinds of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;--Exodus 35:30-31, New Century Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ha, that's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;think about that for a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;some obscure dude from a group of 603,550 traveling Israelites (Lev. 1:46) was called to do the work of the LORD. the passage goes on to describe all kinds of metalworking that Bezalel (i'm going to call him "B") is proficient in. but proficiency comes through discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;now i'm sure at some point, B was a kid who liked to play ancient egyptian video games instead of helping his dad in the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"but dad," (you've got to insert a whiny seven-year old's voice in this, not hard to do if you work in retail) "working with metal is &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. besides, i helped you yesterday. i wanna go play with my friends today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"but son," (this is Uri talking) "you may be called by the LORD someday to do His work. by helping me everyday you'll become disciplined so you may help yourself and others in the future with your skill."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"well, OK. if it's for the LORD, i'll help you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'm sure the conversation didn't go down exactly like this, but you get the point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;imagine. all the annoying things in life, chores, bills, work, school, all these are used by the LORD to call you to work just when he needs you. an observation i've made in life is that switching gears from what you want to what you need in a crises often does not go well. two seemingly unrelated skills will often come together in a new way in new situations that were not anticipated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess another way to put it is that the LORD did not turn a lazy, partying Israelite into a disciplined metalworker overnight. no, long before, while Israel was still in bondage, he guided the life of B to a point where he would use him many years in the future to build the Ark of the Covenant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;in personal terms, this may mean that the skills and discipline i develop helping the people of the Big Country purchase their office supplies or by cooking fish at the local Long John Silver's will one day be called upon to serve the LORD. like Bezalel, i do not know when that day will be, but i wish to be ready when it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110787940788720299?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110787940788720299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110787940788720299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110787940788720299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110787940788720299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-cool.html' title='this is cool...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110773208600031011</id><published>2005-02-08T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T09:50:08.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>done with the course</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;having now completed my online defensive driving course, here's a few more facts that i found interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;also, should you be in need of taking a defensive driving course in the coming year, give me a holler and i'll send a $5 coupon to use &lt;a href="http://www.asenseofhumordriving.com" target="new"&gt;ASenseofHumorDriving.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It takes 1/10 th of a second to blink your eye. When you are driving at 60 mph, your vehicle is traveling forward 8.8 feet every 1/10 th of a second.&lt;br /&gt;That means, if a tailgater is following one half of a car length (approximately 8.8 feet) behind your vehicle at 60 mph, all that separates the two of you is...the blink of an eye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;if you attach numerical value to the letters in "attitude", it adds up to 100!&lt;br /&gt;A T T I T U D E = 100%&lt;br /&gt;1 20 20 9 20 21 4 5 = 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. With just 1/12th of an inch of water on the roadway, each of your tires has to displace what amount of water per second?&lt;br /&gt;A. 1 gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive the speed limit. Lead-footing at 75 mph, when the posted speed limit is 60 mph, will cut your fuel economy by more than 10 percent. At a $1.70 per gallon, each 5 mph you drive over 60 mph (the optimum speed for highway fuel efficiency) is costing you 10 cents more per gallon of gasoline. If you drive at 75 mph, in a 60 mph zone, you are paying 30 cents more per gallon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tire pressure of commercial trucks is higher than the tire pressure of passenger vehicles. The truck’s tires themselves are also much larger. When a blowout occurs, this combination of greater tire pressure and larger tire size can create large high velocity tire fragments capable of penetrating your windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, people toss an estimated 140 million cigarette butts onto Texas roadways. Picking up this roadside trash and putting out the grass fires, costs Texas taxpayers over $30 million dollars each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is thoughtlessly done in a split second, also takes twenty-five years to undo. That’s because it takes twenty-five years for a single filtered cigarette butt to fully biodegrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two pips in a beaut, four beauts in a doozie, eight doozies in a lulu, and sixteen lulus in a humdinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means that a humdinger has 1024 pips....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An analysis of federal crash data has discovered that when rear seat passengers are not wearing a seat belt, they triple their own odds of dying in a head on collision and double the odds that the driver will also be killed.&lt;br /&gt;By not being restrained, the rear seat passenger becomes a back seat bullet - a deadly weapon sitting in the back seat. Researchers calculate that if 95 percent of all rear seat passengers buckled up, they could save 800 lives and eliminate 65,000 injuries each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means if you ride in my car, you're buckling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within two minutes of consuming an alcoholic drink, the tissues in your brain have already absorbed that amount of alcoholic content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to &lt;a href="http://www.asenseofhumordriving.com" target="new"&gt;ASenseofHumorDriving.com&lt;/a&gt; for making my six hour course a bit less mind-numbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110773208600031011?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110773208600031011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110773208600031011' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110773208600031011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110773208600031011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/done-with-course.html' title='done with the course'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110772403920466826</id><published>2005-02-06T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T15:07:19.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i have just completed the first hour of an online defensive driving course i am taking for a wreck i caused back in october. here are a few interesting facts i've copied and pasted while taking the course. i now bring them to you in a required fifteen minute break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Top Five Moving Violations That Cause Crashes in Texas are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;5 - Tailgating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;4 - DWI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;3 - Disregard for a Stop and Go Signal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2 - Failure to Yield the Right-of-Way (that's mine...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1 - Driving At An Unsafe Speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;here's a fact i was not aware of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You may legally make a left turn on red under the following conditions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&gt; You come to a complete stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&gt; You are on a one-way street and are turning onto a one-way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&gt; There is no conflicting traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this one confirms what i'd always heard as rumor, but have never bothered to research:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Q. If a police car (with lights and siren), a fire truck (with lights and siren), an ambulance (with lights and siren) and a postal vehicle, all arrive at a four-way stop intersection at the same time, who has the right-of-way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;A. Because they are conducting official United States business, under federal law, the postal vehicle has the right-of-way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;now, i shall return to the course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110772403920466826?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110772403920466826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110772403920466826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110772403920466826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110772403920466826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/driving-facts.html' title='Driving Facts'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110768822663207546</id><published>2005-02-06T07:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:31:51.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the glory of the LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;if the Lord were to show me His full glory, my head would explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;18 And he [Moses] said, "Please, show me Your glory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;19 Then He said, "I will make all My goodness pass before you, and I will proclaim the name of the LORD before you. I will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;20 But He said, "You cannot see My face; for no man shall see Me, and live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;21 And the LORD said, "Here is a place by Me, and you shall stand on the rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;22 So it shall be, while My glory passes by, that I will put you in the cleft of the rock, and will cover you with My hand while I pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;23 Then I will take away My hand, and you shall see My back; but My face shall not be seen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;--Exodus 33:18-23, New King James Version // &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com"&gt;BibleGateway.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ahhh, that passage gives me chills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but how many times am i aware of the grace and glory of God as He is presenting it to me? yes, i am often aware of his presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;driving along loop 322 in abilene, texas, on my way to cisco junior college at 7:30 in the morning, just as the sun's fingertips are finding their way over the horizon, and i look down at the low places and see wisps of fog, hovering over the ground as if unwilling to surrender the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;taking samantha (my mom's dog) out on that last potty break before bed to the park, to feel the crisp winter air, feeling total silence except for the occasional car on the nearby highway. i look up to see the myriad stars rejoice at His majesty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it is amazing how in times of my life i have closed my eyes and wondered why i could not see the glory of the LORD. but when we approach Him, saying "show me your glory," He places us in the cleft of the rock (Jesus), and covers us with His hand as He passes by. then we see what has happened and praise God saying, "surely this is the work of the LORD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but we are not able to see His face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110768822663207546?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110768822663207546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110768822663207546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110768822663207546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110768822663207546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/glory-of-lord.html' title='the glory of the LORD'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10630725.post-110755897878388690</id><published>2005-02-04T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:16:18.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings abound</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;argh, i be new to this blogging malarkey. gimme a few minutes to get meself situated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10630725-110755897878388690?l=tenminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/feeds/110755897878388690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10630725&amp;postID=110755897878388690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110755897878388690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10630725/posts/default/110755897878388690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenminute.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-beginnings-abound.html' title='new beginnings abound'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029105016893682752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
