<?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-5232640</id><updated>2011-09-04T17:02:11.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Searching can now be found at http://www.searchinglife.com</title><subtitle type='html'>Please update your links</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-113397661323143273</id><published>2005-12-07T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T09:30:13.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><summary type='text'>the searching can now be found at its new location. Come on over and enjoy the fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/113397661323143273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=113397661323143273' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/113397661323143273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/113397661323143273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/12/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-113017256314017988</id><published>2005-10-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T06:45:32.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please update your links...</title><summary type='text'>the searching can now be found at its new location. Come on over and enjoy the fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/113017256314017988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=113017256314017988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/113017256314017988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/113017256314017988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/10/please-update-your-links.php' title='Please update your links...'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-112005081841895749</id><published>2005-06-29T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:09:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please update your links...</title><summary type='text'> the searching can now be found at its new location. Come on over and enjoy the fun.  Good morning. ouch. I'm so tired my fingers even hurt to write. I'm so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open on the way into the office. 5:15 I roll up and park, and I seriously contemplated reclining my chair and going comatose for the next couple of days. I've averaged 3.5 hours of sleep for the last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/112005081841895749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=112005081841895749' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/112005081841895749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/112005081841895749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/06/please-update-your-links.php' title='Please update your links...'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111875682735782081</id><published>2005-06-14T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T06:48:54.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction...</title><summary type='text'>...is probably the scariest word I've used around here the last year or so. That said, "CONSTRUCTION!!!" Daniel-san is once again setting me up with wordpress, so that both Mac snobs and low-fi PC cavemen can navigate the blog and see the same thing. The cavemen usually don't complain too much, but every once in awhile I logon to see a threatening cave painting, and I'm ready to relinquish my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111875682735782081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111875682735782081' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111875682735782081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111875682735782081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/06/construction.html' title='Construction...'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111845216485457277</id><published>2005-06-10T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:09:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the folks...</title><summary type='text'>Going home to visit the folks in a few minutes. Highlights of the last two days include:Working my TAIL OFF. We're getting through this immense business transition, but this week I pulled our team together for a full diagnostic, and redistribution of tasks. We are gaining momentum in our productivity, but our workload seems to be increasing at the same pace, so it still feels like we're buried...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111845216485457277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111845216485457277' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111845216485457277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111845216485457277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/06/going-to-folks.html' title='Going to the folks...'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111823632835599758</id><published>2005-06-08T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T06:14:14.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission of Acceptance</title><summary type='text'>Good morning. Rough night--Gina's had a pretty bad string of migraines over the past few days, and has been taking quite a bit of medicine in a semi-futile attempt to remain functional. Selah's been pretty sick the since Sunday morning, and really isn't sleeping through the night very well. Poor thing. Even lost her little voice. (SIGH). But on the upside, Justin's moved into the complex over the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111823632835599758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111823632835599758' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111823632835599758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111823632835599758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/06/mission-of-acceptance.html' title='The Mission of Acceptance'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111800719223392868</id><published>2005-06-05T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:33:12.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching Stability...</title><summary type='text'>What a long week.  Monday &amp; Tueday I took off, and Regina and I took Selah to the happiest freakin place on earth.  "This is Disneyland--and you're gonna be happy!!" seemed the mantra of the day.  Selah was actually fairly well behaved for the amount of sugar her Nana decided to give her.  And time with the family was so precious.  Should have photos &amp; video to upload soon...But back in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111800719223392868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111800719223392868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111800719223392868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111800719223392868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/06/approaching-stability.html' title='Approaching Stability...'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111733019143686893</id><published>2005-05-28T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:29:51.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Credit is Due...</title><summary type='text'>Yes, the rumors are true.  If you haven't yet noticed, the blog is back up and running.  Lest you think that I had anything to do with this, please direct your praise to my new friend, Ebenezer Orthodoxy.  I emailed Eb for a template question, since he's the genious behind Blogger Hacks, and in less time than you could say Great St. Jonathan's Beard, he'd gone into my template and fixed it.  Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111733019143686893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111733019143686893' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111733019143686893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111733019143686893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-credit-is-due.html' title='Where Credit is Due...'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111659639223874146</id><published>2005-05-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T06:42:31.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yack yack yack</title><summary type='text'>Back by popular demand...Just kidding. I'm not really back. Let's not get our hopes up. I think I've exhausted my allowance of relaunching speeches. I know the commenting is still down, and there's some work to be done on the template, but honestly, I can't get away from my need to write and relate to the people I care about in this medium. For some time, this was one of my most prized </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111659639223874146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111659639223874146' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111659639223874146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111659639223874146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/05/yack-yack-yack.html' title='Yack yack yack'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111141279526952163</id><published>2005-03-21T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T05:48:02.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Opening Word</title><summary type='text'>"God utters me like a word containing a partial thought of himself.  A word will never be able to comprehend the voice that utters it.  But if I am true to the concept that God utters in me, if I am trye to the thought in him that I was meant to embody, I shall be full of his actuality and find him everywhere in myself and find myself nowhere.  I shall be lost in him."-- Thomas Merton</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111141279526952163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111141279526952163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111141279526952163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111141279526952163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/03/opening-word_21.html' title='An Opening Word'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111108057376249618</id><published>2005-03-17T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T09:39:37.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><summary type='text'>She thought she'd nest in some branches she came across but then she realized it was in his heart and he held out his hand and gave her a place to rest...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111108057376249618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111108057376249618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111108057376249618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111108057376249618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/03/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-111095303438752061</id><published>2005-03-15T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T07:34:42.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Working...</title><summary type='text'>Life is beautiful.  It's been a rough few weeks, but we're surrounded by friends that love us.  How wonderful. I think we're almost up and running...couldn't wait to make a few changes until my genius friend finishes rewriting Kubrick for blogger.  Should be done soon.  Thank you all for your warm thoughts and love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/111095303438752061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=111095303438752061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111095303438752061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/111095303438752061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/03/still-working_15.html' title='Still Working...'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110919488078038608</id><published>2005-02-23T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T13:41:20.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>workin' on it...</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know...it's a wreck around here.  Watch your step.  After the recent comments bar went haywire (thanks to Blogger's continual meddling), i adjusted the date formatting of the comments to fix it.  Now comments cannot be made at all--and I have no idea what the issue was.  I thought it might be the expandable post summaries I put in, so I took those out too.  I finally recopied the entire</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110919488078038608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110919488078038608' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110919488078038608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110919488078038608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/02/workin-on-it.html' title='workin&apos; on it...'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110889318312240947</id><published>2005-02-20T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:06:37.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.12.2005</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110889318312240947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110889318312240947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110889318312240947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110889318312240947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/02/9122005.html' title='9.12.2005'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110755058146211604</id><published>2005-02-04T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:28:19.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumonia</title><summary type='text'>Selah's had a bad cough for the last few days, and Wednesday she was up most of the night with a fever of 102. The doctor said to monitor her throughout the night, and to bring her in to the office in the morning. Selah didn't wake up till about 1:00pm the next day, but when she did, she was hysterical. After holding her for a bit and crying with her, Regina rushed her to the doctor and picked up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110755058146211604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110755058146211604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110755058146211604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110755058146211604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/02/pneumonia.html' title='Pneumonia'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110754560464529763</id><published>2005-02-04T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:30:31.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storypeople</title><summary type='text'>Brian Andreas is an artist/storyteller that Regina and I were introduced to about a year ago. Bought a couple prints and books at the time, and have found myself coming back to this quote for most of the week."I don't know how long I can do this, he said. I think the universe has different plans for me &amp; we sat there in silence &amp; I thought to myself that this is the thing we all come to &amp; this is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110754560464529763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110754560464529763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110754560464529763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110754560464529763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/02/storypeople.html' title='Storypeople'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110694759320676828</id><published>2005-01-28T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:32:08.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lament II</title><summary type='text'>Interesting thoughts from Moby on the relationship shared between the media and mass public.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110694759320676828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110694759320676828' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110694759320676828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110694759320676828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/lament-ii.html' title='Lament II'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110693636607659901</id><published>2005-01-28T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:33:03.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Man</title><summary type='text'>Picked up this quote from a trailer for The Weather Man that I saw last week:"The harder decision and the right decision are usually the same one."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110693636607659901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110693636607659901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110693636607659901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110693636607659901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/weather-man.html' title='The Weather Man'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110684828332999661</id><published>2005-01-27T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T15:18:25.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peru II</title><summary type='text'>Thank you all for your care and concern for our family. Regina and I talked Monday after I wrote. She had just finished packing and was preparing to leave when her older twin brothers called. One of them had lost his passport, and the other had let his passport expire. Faced with the task of traveling to a foreign country alone, sick and pregnant, my wife decided at the last minute not to go. And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110684828332999661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110684828332999661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110684828332999661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110684828332999661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/peru-ii.html' title='Peru II'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110684107767596273</id><published>2005-01-27T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T15:19:46.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lament</title><summary type='text'>"...The contrast with our contemporary culture is appalling. We have a style of print and television journalism that reports disaster endlessly and scrupulously; crime and war, famine and flood, political malfeasance and societal scandal. The one virtually foolproof way for getting noticed in our culture is do something bad. The worse the act, the higher the profile. In the wake of whatever has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110684107767596273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110684107767596273' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110684107767596273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110684107767596273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/lament.html' title='Lament'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110658299585948979</id><published>2005-01-24T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T08:21:15.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frailty</title><summary type='text'>The last week has been beautiful and brutal, all at the same time. we've had so much on our plate that writing has been impossible. Since I've last written,A week ago saturday, I had to take Regina to the ER to be pumped full of demorral for an excruciating migraine that she'd had for four days . Demorral knocks her out for a day or so, and usually allows her body to fight it and rest while she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110658299585948979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110658299585948979' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110658299585948979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110658299585948979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/frailty.html' title='Frailty'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110574720073476317</id><published>2005-01-14T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T16:00:00.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September 17th</title><summary type='text'>Went with Regina to her doctor's appointment this morning. Selah and I played with the toys in the waiting room while she went in. The doc confirmed that she's pregnant, and said she's progressing naturally. He also told her that we should expect the new addition to arrive around September 17th. =) Couldn't have been a better start to my day.And it gave me plenty to think about over the two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110574720073476317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110574720073476317' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110574720073476317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110574720073476317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/september-17th.html' title='September 17th'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110574674963243979</id><published>2005-01-14T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T15:52:29.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More News</title><summary type='text'>I seem to be stuck on a news binge lately, with so much going on in the world.Too scary: Iris scan for JFK Passengers. ("Minority Report", here we come!)Dam break scare outside Los Angeles.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110574674963243979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110574674963243979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110574674963243979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110574674963243979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/more-news.html' title='More News'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110574597706839927</id><published>2005-01-14T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T15:39:37.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The storm rages on</title><summary type='text'>Avalanche hits Utah resort. Up to 15 skiers feared buried near Park City...Emergency services are scrambling to rescue skiers who may have been engulfed by the 300-500 meter slide in the Canyon ski area.Quick note: An avalanche/slide of 300-500 meters is between a quarter and a third of a mile.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110574597706839927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110574597706839927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110574597706839927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110574597706839927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/storm-rages-on.html' title='The storm rages on'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110566286855907223</id><published>2005-01-13T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:35:53.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Landslide II</title><summary type='text'>The 30-foot-deep mound [of 1.7 million tons of earth] shifted about six feet on Thursday and would likely remain unstable, authorities said.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110566286855907223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110566286855907223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110566286855907223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110566286855907223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/landslide-ii.html' title='The Landslide II'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110564084365653792</id><published>2005-01-13T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T10:30:35.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucky Cheese</title><summary type='text'>Being home for the last three days has been wonderful.  Though I'm anxious to get back in the saddle at the office, just sharing daily life with Regina and Selah has been great.  I realized yesterday how different this world was from the one I give my day to--the activity sharing life with my family during the day feels wonderfully foreign.  But we've really enjoyed each other.  I've never been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110564084365653792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110564084365653792' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110564084365653792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110564084365653792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/chucky-cheese.html' title='Chucky Cheese'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110563292927433260</id><published>2005-01-13T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T08:17:54.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the search is over</title><summary type='text'>Rescue workers concluded this morning that they no longer believe that anyone is missing in the La Conchita tragedy.  The rescue attempt has gone on continuously since Monday, breaking only for a brief thunderstorm Monday evening.  Crews have worked tirelessly, racing against the clock to find survivors buried under 30 feet of mud, rock and debris.Regina and I balled our eyes out yesterday as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110563292927433260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110563292927433260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110563292927433260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110563292927433260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/search-is-over.html' title='the search is over'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110556571500583641</id><published>2005-01-12T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T13:35:15.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4.3 in Palm Springs</title><summary type='text'>Small earthquake rocked Palm Springs a little after midnight this morning.  Haven't we seen enough drama lately?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110556571500583641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110556571500583641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110556571500583641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110556571500583641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/43-in-palm-springs.html' title='4.3 in Palm Springs'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110547270880006808</id><published>2005-01-11T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T13:10:04.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Landslide</title><summary type='text'>____________Update: Here's a link to the slide video, and the photos at the top will take you to a photo album of the slide.The picture on the bottom left was where I was stuck yesterday for about an hour and a half. Continue to pray for the rescue attempts all over the world--from the mass destruction of the far east to the landslide in our own backyard.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110547270880006808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110547270880006808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110547270880006808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110547270880006808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/landslide.html' title='The Landslide'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110538660426627278</id><published>2005-01-10T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T11:50:04.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exodus II</title><summary type='text'>Just saw a news shot of all the stranded people...Newcasters estimate 200 that have bare stuck on the freeway waiting to cross the ventura river.  The river is now too dangerous to cross.  Bulldozers and tractors are at work trying to clear the mud.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110538660426627278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110538660426627278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110538660426627278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110538660426627278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/exodus-ii.html' title='The Exodus II'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110538602190269752</id><published>2005-01-10T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T11:40:21.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God</title><summary type='text'>I'm watching the local news right now.  A woman in Palmdale last night tried to cross a stream running across a river in her SUV, and was swept away with it.  A helicopter tried to make a daring rescue--lowered a rope to her to lift her and her daughter out.  Her daughter slipped from her grip as they lifted her out, and fell into the torrent of water below.  Firefighters searched all night and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110538602190269752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110538602190269752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110538602190269752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110538602190269752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-god.html' title='My God'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110538570819379432</id><published>2005-01-10T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:44:40.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exodus</title><summary type='text'>After the Highway Patrol turned many of us around on the 101, the ventura river prevented many of the motorists from returning to Ventura. The water got so bad that the highway patrol made drivers park their cars on the freeway, and walk back into town huddled together.  That's right.  A couple hundred people had to walk the 101 today, and wade through the Ventura river that is rushing across </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110538570819379432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110538570819379432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110538570819379432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110538570819379432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/exodus.html' title='The Exodus'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110538264856755260</id><published>2005-01-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T11:04:04.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>local weather</title><summary type='text'>Weather was crazy on the drive up at 5:30 this morning.  Actually, I left the hour at 5, but locked my keys in the car at Starbucks, and had to awaken my bride to drive over and bring me the spares.  Great start to a day--but honestly, I think after what I saw that it might've been providence that I was unable to leave earlier.  It took me 30 minutes to get to La Conchita, since the 101 North was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110538264856755260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110538264856755260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110538264856755260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110538264856755260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/local-weather.html' title='local weather'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110513402339228890</id><published>2005-01-07T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T13:40:23.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not forget you.</title><summary type='text'>I spent the better part of my morning in silence, mourning for those in India, Sri Lanka and Thailand.  This amazing site is sponsored by The New York Times, and has some of the most crushing photos of the tsunami tragedy that I've seen.  Don't allow the numbness to set in.  Look through the images, and allow prayer to groan out from you.  Mike's got a list of plenty of places you can go to help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110513402339228890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110513402339228890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110513402339228890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110513402339228890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-will-not-forget-you.html' title='I will not forget you.'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110513094095359456</id><published>2005-01-07T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T13:02:52.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumer Crusades</title><summary type='text'>Hilarious--check it out. Thanks Jon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110513094095359456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110513094095359456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110513094095359456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110513094095359456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/consumer-crusades.html' title='Consumer Crusades'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110506610708780131</id><published>2005-01-06T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:50:44.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belated Gift</title><summary type='text'>Well, Happy New Years' everyone. Hope your holidays went well. So much has been happening between work and family that I've hardly the time to keep up on the blog.The Christmas went by so quickly...I was really bummed that I didn't take more time to revel in the excitement and the decor. It was so great to be with family--we had a great time together. We needed that.Well, I've got some news. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110506610708780131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110506610708780131' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110506610708780131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110506610708780131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2005/01/belated-gift.html' title='The Belated Gift'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110434149011732947</id><published>2004-12-29T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T09:37:37.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciousness</title><summary type='text'>Only when we take human existence upon ourselves in its starkest and most humiliating misery--a misery in which nothing has meaning--can we win through to the only possible way to live. Only when we taste the lot of all, when we become involved deeply in world suffering, one in heart with the need of humanity, can we win through to our true vocation...We don't know what to make of it. I sat there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110434149011732947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110434149011732947' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110434149011732947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110434149011732947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/consciousness.html' title='Consciousness'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110426003624317749</id><published>2004-12-28T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T10:53:56.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Snapshot</title><summary type='text'>Christmas went beautifully.  A bit of drama here and there, but for the most part, it was great.  Got to be with all those we love--most of them in relatively good health, and the traveling wasn't too bad (with the exception of white-knuckling it in the 2 hour drive home last night against driving rain and 60 mph crosswinds).  Ok, actually that was the worst weather I'd ever seen--let alone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110426003624317749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110426003624317749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110426003624317749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110426003624317749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-snapshot.html' title='Christmas Snapshot'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110396272696643798</id><published>2004-12-24T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T00:20:18.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:27pm, Christmas Eve</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas all.So Regina and I dressed up Selah tonight and went to the Candlelight Service at the Church On The Way. I know that Christmas is a time to be generous and forgiving, but please allow me to spout for a bit. The service was nice--I don't need to say anything about that. But I have some issues with a constituency of my blogging audience that I didn't even know existed. I came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110396272696643798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110396272696643798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110396272696643798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110396272696643798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/1127pm-christmas-eve.html' title='11:27pm, Christmas Eve'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110383416682491594</id><published>2004-12-23T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T12:36:06.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Craziness</title><summary type='text'>Last night after feasting with the Bridge Community, we went home and had our tradition of Christmas.  We celebrated together and exchanged gifts, because the next four days will be given over to family and traveling--which is actually a lot more fun than it sounds.  The only bad part about splitting our time three ways is traveling two and a half hours on Christmas day.Anyways, Selah was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110383416682491594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110383416682491594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110383416682491594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110383416682491594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-craziness.html' title='Christmas Craziness'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110374913776422306</id><published>2004-12-22T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T13:08:13.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empty God</title><summary type='text'>Interesting Story from Bruderhof this morning:If Christmas is to go beyond sentiment and merriment, then we must grasp the fact, in the words of J.B. Phillips, that it is both “the awe-inspiring humility of God” and the frightful vacuity of our lives. Christmas is about God’s beggarly existence here on earth, which should lead us to recognize the beggars we are. Christmas means coming to terms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110374913776422306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110374913776422306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110374913776422306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110374913776422306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/empty-god.html' title='The Empty God'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110374185504444104</id><published>2004-12-22T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T13:26:45.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyesore</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that having a Starbucks Gift Card is like having Christmas everyday??  It's true.  It's like that every morning--you know, when you wake up and you're eyes hurt so bad you can barely open them, so you cream your foot on the side of the desk in the cold darkness, stifling a scream and several little words from leaping out of your mouth as you quick take inventory of the toes you might</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110374185504444104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110374185504444104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110374185504444104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110374185504444104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/eyesore.html' title='Eyesore'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110365430398228745</id><published>2004-12-21T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:57:56.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas All</title><summary type='text'>Ah yes, Merry Christmas everyone. It's been an interesting few weeks. I know I've been absent from blogging, but there's been so much happening, I'm not sure where to begin.This morning I spent about 2 hours scouring the web for three column blog designs that will work with Blogger, only to come up with several lame designs I don't have the time to customize. Most of the better ones are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110365430398228745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110365430398228745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110365430398228745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110365430398228745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-all.html' title='Merry Christmas All'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110250498670220719</id><published>2004-12-08T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:53:41.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:00 am</title><summary type='text'>A moment of peace. Justin sleeps next to me on the couch, while I continue to grind over thoughts I've wrestled through for his mother's memorial in 8 hours. Been out of town since Friday, not much time for blogging. When I get back into town tomorrow night, I plan to sit down and reflect. Thank you again for your prayers and thoughts for his family. It's amazing that so many in this virtual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110250498670220719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110250498670220719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110250498670220719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110250498670220719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/300-am.html' title='3:00 am'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110192771995084435</id><published>2004-12-01T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T11:08:13.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Aids Day</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110192771995084435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110192771995084435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110192771995084435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110192771995084435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World Aids Day'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110185499511856981</id><published>2004-11-30T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:54:21.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking to the Bridge</title><summary type='text'>I almost forgot. Justin has expressed a desire to speak to the Bridge Community soon. He wants to communicate his gratitude to you all for all of your prayers and love and support. Even from a distance geographically, you've poured out your hearts for a family that you didn't know, and embodied a love that they've felt. His family models that love in everything they do, but I know it has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110185499511856981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110185499511856981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110185499511856981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110185499511856981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/speaking-to-bridge.html' title='Speaking to the Bridge'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110185266795881885</id><published>2004-11-30T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:56:52.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol</title><summary type='text'>Saturday night, Justin's mother passed away. I've been trying to say that for the past three days, but everytime I sit down to write, nothing comes out. I've erased the lines that I've written a dozen times, and I'm not sure how to share this, or what is appropriate. I know that I have a responsibility to tell her story--not just that of her courage and selflessness through the dying process--but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110185266795881885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110185266795881885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110185266795881885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110185266795881885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/carol.html' title='Carol'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110124209987550991</id><published>2004-11-23T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:34:59.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy-ness</title><summary type='text'>Been a busy day.  Finished on apppointment, and I'm off to two more--the last of which to grab coffee in the Paseo Nuevo outdoor mall with a client.  It's one of my favorite places this time of year.  The city decks it out for Christmas, and puts up an enormous tree in the center.  It's beautiful.  Wish I had more time to go sit in front of it with a large cup of joe and just be.  Anyways, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110124209987550991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110124209987550991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110124209987550991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110124209987550991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/busy-ness.html' title='Busy-ness'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110094019007015586</id><published>2004-11-19T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T00:50:13.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarface</title><summary type='text'>Sitting on Justin's couch, watching Scarface. It's been such a full weekend so far, and it's only Friday. So much pain, so much.For those of you that have been following Justin's story, and continuing to lift him and his family up in your prayers, please continue. He understands that so many are constantly crying out on his behalf, and thanks you all.Thursday, Justin spoke with hospice, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110094019007015586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110094019007015586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110094019007015586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110094019007015586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/scarface.html' title='Scarface'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110080096183181011</id><published>2004-11-18T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:02:41.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy does it.</title><summary type='text'>I've still got some work left, but the site's coming back together after being sideswiped by blogger.  I'm not sure what's going on within, but for those faithful few who remain with web-based publishing through this original blog-engine, be advised.  Keep a current copy of your template saved to your desktop somewhere.  I was in the middle of moving my moblog 5 minutes ago and it erased my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110080096183181011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110080096183181011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110080096183181011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110080096183181011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/easy-does-it.html' title='Easy does it.'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110054144945763055</id><published>2004-11-15T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T09:57:29.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's a busy one today. Just wrapped up an appointment in Marina Del Rey, and now I just wanted to jump online at Starbucks to tout my new moBlogging ability.  Flickr is great--design and attitude reminds me a lot of early Google.The whole cell phone to blogger camera and posting ability is terrific.  what a technosexual.I know my site was unexpectedly hijacked last week in a freak </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110054144945763055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110054144945763055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110054144945763055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110054144945763055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-road.html' title='on the road'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-110020881159956234</id><published>2004-11-11T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T13:33:31.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunrise this morning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/110020881159956234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=110020881159956234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110020881159956234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/110020881159956234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/sunrise-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-109995641218499711</id><published>2004-11-08T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T06:05:53.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you sunk my blogship!</title><summary type='text'>I think blogger officially sunk my blogship. I can't see any posts or even view my blog, and the template is suddenly empty. That's right, hours of template hacks have been completely and utterly erased. (muttering short little words)All I did was add one link to my drop down list, and it erased my entire template. Thanks Ryan. See if I ever try to do something nice for you again. Well, now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/109995641218499711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=109995641218499711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109995641218499711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109995641218499711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-sunk-my-blogship.html' title='you sunk my blogship!'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-109978156786545059</id><published>2004-11-06T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T15:11:33.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><summary type='text'>This is a test post from my new cell phone....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/109978156786545059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=109978156786545059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109978156786545059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109978156786545059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/11/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-109915773850628019</id><published>2004-10-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T10:35:38.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i cried.</title><summary type='text'>Saw Friday Night Lights last night.  WOW.  What a great flic.  I don't know whose on the soundtrack, but it sounds awesome...If you haven't seen it--go see it before they pull it out of the box office.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/109915773850628019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=109915773850628019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109915773850628019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109915773850628019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-i-cried.html' title='and i cried.'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-109907923904473364</id><published>2004-10-29T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:31:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re-New</title><summary type='text'>A beautiful Santa Barbara sunrise--not unlike the one that entranced me this morning. I love balconies; and I love being up before the sunrise. There's something about it. It was 6:30 in the morning, I'd been at work for 45minutes, and already my mind was swarming. Thoughts of the pain of friends, the mystery of life, and the stress of daily provision were firing in chaotic eruptions across the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/109907923904473364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=109907923904473364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109907923904473364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109907923904473364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/10/re-new.html' title='re-New'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-109906014520620187</id><published>2004-10-27T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T07:29:05.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politcal Humor</title><summary type='text'>Been getting some funny emails.  Check these links out.Bush UncensoredFlorida Voting MachineEnjoy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/109906014520620187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=109906014520620187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109906014520620187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109906014520620187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/10/politcal-humor.html' title='Politcal Humor'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-109844117906719780</id><published>2004-10-22T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T03:38:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep</title><summary type='text'>3:30 in the morning, and I'm sitting in front of my keyboard.  I don't know if I'll really ever fully comprehend the beauty and depth and pain I've been apart of over the last couple days.  I have more to write than I have time to do it.  The amazing thing is that I feel the urge to write--not out of a sense of duty to keep a log of conversations and events--but out of the tremendous opportunity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/109844117906719780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=109844117906719780' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109844117906719780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109844117906719780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/10/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-109828936768590388</id><published>2004-10-20T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:52:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Rain</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to all for the love &amp; support &amp; sarcasm. It's nice to be noticed after such a long time away.Yesterday was a hard day for me, but not nearly as hard as it was for some others. One of my closest friends in the world called me yesterday, to give me an update on his mother's situation. His mother, perhaps one of the greatest women I've ever met, has been battling cancer for about the last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/109828936768590388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=109828936768590388' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109828936768590388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109828936768590388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-rain.html' title='In The Rain'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-109815050515860572</id><published>2004-10-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T18:48:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Disappointment</title><summary type='text'>Well, after a pathetic 6 month struggle to return to blogdom, I've finally crawled back. So much has changed since I've been gone--both in the blogsphere and in my world. Blogger's attempt to break into the new millenium with its multi-level marketing comment engine has been interesting to deal with. But with the help of good friends and great hacks, I think I've found my way around all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/109815050515860572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=109815050515860572' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109815050515860572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/109815050515860572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/10/big-disappointment.html' title='The Big Disappointment'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-108358982511222653</id><published>2004-05-03T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T06:17:24.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wrapping up this blog and getting it ready for storageThe last few weeks have been great--full of stories and thoughts that I'm bursting to share.  I've been holding off on blogging because of the extreme pace of my schedule, and also because I've been wanting to redesign my site, as a 1 year blogging birthday present to myself.  But amidst trying out my own redesign through both Blogger and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/108358982511222653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=108358982511222653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108358982511222653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108358982511222653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/05/just-wrapping-up-this-blog-and-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-108186367436768725</id><published>2004-04-13T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T06:45:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life and a little updateI've been incredibly busy as of late--with easter's demands last week, I've had no time to blog.  And this week isn't looking much better.  I will be taking a blogging hiatus this week, to take care of work and prepare for this coming weekend gathering at the Bridge, in which I'll be speaking.  But I miss the discipline this has become in my life, and promise I'll return </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/108186367436768725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=108186367436768725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108186367436768725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108186367436768725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/04/life-and-little-updateive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-108083750588946420</id><published>2004-04-01T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T08:43:32.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inward:FormationYesterday, I was driving home form work, when I accidentally dialed my car radio into a local Christian broadcast.  Some preacher with a heavy accent was categorically ripping apart dominant world religions, using the basis of scripture as logic upon which to negate the value of all else.  It was like a bad movie.  It was terribly annoying and predictable--but I could not shut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/108083750588946420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=108083750588946420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108083750588946420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108083750588946420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/04/inwardformationyesterday-i-was-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-108076844038876552</id><published>2004-03-31T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T13:30:53.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a small world after allYesterday was our first family outting.  I'm still getting used to the idea of being a family--rather than the slightly more youthful adventurous identity of being a young married couple--and I must say that I've lagged quite a bit in the vacation planning department.  It's difficult to travel with little ones, and it's not like we have a ton of discretionary time.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/108076844038876552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=108076844038876552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108076844038876552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108076844038876552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-small-world-after-allyesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-108005485619951104</id><published>2004-03-23T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T07:24:08.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the searchingQuestions.  Questions are so important--they define us, not just our answers.  Questioning is process; one in which the means are as important as the end.  Christ loved to ask questions, and he was hesitant to provide answers.Why?  Was it that he loved to be cryptic? Mysterious? Unreachable? Beyond definition?I don't think so.  I think that maybe Christ loved asking questions, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/108005485619951104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=108005485619951104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108005485619951104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/108005485619951104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/03/searchingquestions.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107998625786604595</id><published>2004-03-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:15:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manning on Grace and Spatial HospitalityJust left a post on the controversy of Levi's Table at the Bridge Blog....The shared table symbolizes a shared life... The inclusion of sinners in the community of salvation, symbolized by table fellowship, is the most dramatic expression of the ragamuffin gospel and the merciful love of the redeeming God...Check it out here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107998625786604595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107998625786604595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107998625786604595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107998625786604595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/03/manning-on-grace-and-spatial.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107998602111236254</id><published>2004-03-22T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:10:58.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>referral readsSteve, the emergent kiwi, has a great post on language.the little boy emerged from the mud grinning.soundbites were stuck to his ears and video loops were scribed to his fingers he was followed by a community of other grinning kids.they had found life and were having a ball.new games to live infresh expressions of church to narrate...And Beth Ann, a frequent Bridge Blog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107998602111236254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107998602111236254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107998602111236254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107998602111236254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/03/referral-readssteve-emergent-kiwi-has.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107879108423208714</id><published>2004-03-08T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T16:14:26.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>street hospitalityBeth Ann has just written a great story over at the Bridge Community Blog.  Go read it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107879108423208714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107879108423208714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107879108423208714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107879108423208714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/03/street-hospitalitybeth-ann-has-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107843389849486332</id><published>2004-03-04T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T13:01:14.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C.S. Lewis on likeness to Christ"Our imitation of God in this life -- that is, our willed imitation, as distinct from any likenesses which He has impressed upon our natures or our states -- must be an imitation of God Incarnate. Our model is the Jesus, not only of Calvary, but of the workshop, the roads, the crowds, the clamorous demands and surly oppositions, the lack of all peace and privacy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107843389849486332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107843389849486332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107843389849486332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107843389849486332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/03/c.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107824596488787266</id><published>2004-03-02T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T08:52:30.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a bit on communitySteve Taylor got me thinking this morning.  Here's a bit to chew on:Modernity sold us a pup. It sold us a belief you needed truth as all-encompassing and systematic. Modernity took truth and wrapped it in culture and then sold it to us as a cultural syncretistic product: truth as pure, abstract, timeless. Yet, the God of the Bible was a God of community … moulding community in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107824596488787266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107824596488787266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107824596488787266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107824596488787266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/03/bit-on-communitysteve-taylor-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107818755522456491</id><published>2004-03-01T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:35:27.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beautiful PostMichel Cicero just left this post on The Bridge Community Blog--and I was so moved I needed to share it.My own tears left me swollen and speechless as my consciousness was flooded with images of loneliness. I saw highways crammed with individuals separated by steel. I saw ailing people, aging people alone in their homes watching TV. Babies crying. I heard moaning and shrieking. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107818755522456491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107818755522456491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107818755522456491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107818755522456491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/03/beautiful-postmichel-cicero-just-left.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107781597012647175</id><published>2004-02-26T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T06:56:26.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worship Jars Pardon the narcissism,  but i left a post on the Bridge Blog that I've been meaning to record here for my personal reference as I continue to digest my thoughts....The idea that worship may be less about what we sing, and more about how we live is something I've known for sometime, but I don't know if I've really considered the weight of that. That maybe our singing should be born </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107781597012647175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107781597012647175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107781597012647175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107781597012647175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/worship-jars-pardon-narcissism-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107763936934307170</id><published>2004-02-24T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T08:38:11.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Community of JarsMental traffic jam, thoughts trying to escape the chaos...Sunday's gathering of The Bridge Communities was ridiculous.  So many layers--I don't even know where to begin.  Rain, tears, individuality, community, jars, and purpose all converged to create one of the most deeply symbolic, synergistic nights of conversation in memory.People are encouraged after a time of expression</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107763936934307170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107763936934307170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107763936934307170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107763936934307170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/community-of-jarsmental-traffic-jam.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107713750934506626</id><published>2004-02-18T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T15:38:49.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conversations With Gina : 2.0A while ago, I was journaling about a few thoughts my wife had on our posture in prayer, and I was brought back to them last night in a conversation with the advisors.  I started ruminating on Christ as the Intercessor.Christ Jesus, who died--more than that, who was raised to life--is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.Do you ever think about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107713750934506626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107713750934506626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107713750934506626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107713750934506626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/conversations-with-gina-2.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107713459323407375</id><published>2004-02-18T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T12:05:50.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MomentumThe Bridge Community Blog is really taking off.  The last three stories are huge--and I have a feeling that this is only the beginning.  Three new blogs have been created, and our list of authors is growing daily.  ++ God, allow this virtual communication to become the offering of our lives, a sweet incense to you.  Bring people from different perspectives to the conversation, and shape</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107713459323407375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107713459323407375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107713459323407375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107713459323407375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/momentumthe-bridge-community-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107706822855049500</id><published>2004-02-17T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T17:57:20.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogiarismSomehow Mike knew exactly what I was going to post this morning.  Could it be that he was blogiarizing my mind?  Probably not, but I'd like to think that one good act of blogiarism deserves another.  Since he is considerably more articulate than I (shameless flattery), I will take the opportunity to redirect you to his thoughts on two particular things that I found blogworthy.First </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107706822855049500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107706822855049500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107706822855049500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107706822855049500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/blogiarismsomehow-mike-knew-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107669111155976536</id><published>2004-02-13T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:38:02.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whale RiderJon Reid's got some great thoughts on the movie in this post.The first time we watched it, the question it raised for me was: What if the only way to save the old ways is to break them? I love the climax of the film, when we are looking at the face of Koro, the staunch traditionalist, as his paradigm comes crashing down and he realizes that he has been opposing the very thing he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107669111155976536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107669111155976536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107669111155976536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107669111155976536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/whale-riderjon-reids-got-some-great.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107669081462219002</id><published>2004-02-13T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T12:11:23.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Permanence 1.2As I continue to meditate on the permanent, and our temporal perception of faith, a good friend shattered the silence of my thoughts with his.  In the last post's comments, Tim offered the following:"I'm beginning to believe the only permanence that I can grasp is change. Change is certainly permanent. Change is the breeder of movement. I know that we both share a love for movement.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107669081462219002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107669081462219002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107669081462219002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107669081462219002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/permanence-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107642527125691258</id><published>2004-02-10T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T07:03:43.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog for HireI know this last week's been a bit light on the blogging, but for good reason.  Two new blogs have since entered the world, one for The Bridge Communities, and one for a friend who desperately needed to cave into the blogwagon.  The Bridge Community Blog has officially begun, though most of the would be authors haven't been notified yet, leaving the posting up to me to get us off of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107642527125691258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107642527125691258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107642527125691258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107642527125691258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-for-hirei-know-this-last-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107599317769964405</id><published>2004-02-05T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T07:55:54.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlogerratziBeen creating another blog over the past few days--one for The Bridge Communities.  It's almost up and running--I can't wait.  I think a community blog, equipped to facilitate conversation about our ongoing communal evolution is an idea long overdue.  This will allow people to not only stir the conversations we have in our gatherings, but to share their stories intra-week, without the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107599317769964405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107599317769964405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107599317769964405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107599317769964405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/blogerratzibeen-creating-another-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107599281538955639</id><published>2004-02-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T07:58:01.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is Permanent?It is the quest of nearly every human being to find permanence.  Permanence offers peace, confidence, and stability.  But are any of the vehicles we employ to grasp permanence, indeed themselves permanent?It may sound like unnecessary lexi-acrobatics, but let's think about it.  What do we employ in our search for stability and peace?  Our emotions, routines, assets, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107599281538955639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107599281538955639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107599281538955639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107599281538955639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-is-permanentit-is-quest-of-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107599195109578246</id><published>2004-02-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T06:41:29.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Blog You Like A Hurricane"Great thoughts on Our Daily Blog yesterday.  "Few Love the Cross of Christ".  Thanks Andrew.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107599195109578246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107599195109578246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107599195109578246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107599195109578246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-you-like-hurricanegreat-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107574883134095335</id><published>2004-02-02T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T11:09:26.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good riddanceApparently, the madness ended over the weekend.  The LordCo URL and its sacriledge is nowhere to be found.  Here's to not missing much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107574883134095335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107574883134095335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107574883134095335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107574883134095335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/02/good-riddanceapparently-madness-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107523778165790370</id><published>2004-01-27T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T13:56:32.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for thought"How can we practice the presence of God when we can barely practice his existence?" (Paraphrased) --Phillip Yancy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107523778165790370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107523778165790370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107523778165790370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107523778165790370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/01/for-thoughthow-can-we-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107516336499472808</id><published>2004-01-26T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T17:05:28.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moment of ZenI'm not a big Dean fan, but this is a great idea.  He's currently running a campaign called "Switch to Dean".  I am now going to give this campaign 12 gold stars for creativity, as they've taken capaigning to the masses--joining the indie publishers of the web.  This is no banner ad.  They now have a site where not only can you dialogue in a Dean based blog, but where you can submit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107516336499472808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107516336499472808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107516336499472808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107516336499472808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/01/moment-of-zenim-not-big-dean-fan-but.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107516016908625685</id><published>2004-01-26T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T18:41:19.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CoalOur trip down to San Diego was fantastic.  We left Friday morning, made a pit stop at Sid's Tattoo Parlor in Santa Ana, and then arrived at the hotel about 10:00pm that night.  Saturday night we went to the San Diego Opera to see Turandot, which was fantastic.  We also got to see a couple movies while down there: Big Fish, Mystic River, and Runaway Jury.  All of them were fantastic.  Other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107516016908625685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107516016908625685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107516016908625685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107516016908625685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/01/coalour-trip-down-to-san-diego-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107478907687388330</id><published>2004-01-22T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T09:58:12.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is This Thing On?My, how full life has been.Work is insane right now.  I'm burning the candle at both ends (last week I worked just under 70 hours in about 4 and a half days), trying to get things in place for a business merge on the horizon.  In the last two months, I've made a decision(a no-brainer, I might add) to create a partnership with another advisor, and we're preparing right now for a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107478907687388330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107478907687388330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107478907687388330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107478907687388330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/01/is-this-thing-onmy-how-full-life-has.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107401560602396738</id><published>2004-01-13T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T09:42:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Recent StirringsThoughts firing in synaptic chaos:1.  My excitement for The Passion of The Christ.  Just the stories of others' experiences watching the film have shaken me.  February 25th cannot get here soon enough.2.  13 Conversations about 1 Thing.  My wife and I rented it this last Friday--and it was amazing.  Haunting.  I keep replaying the scenes over again in my mind.  If you haven't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107401560602396738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107401560602396738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107401560602396738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107401560602396738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-recent-stirringsthoughts-firing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107392925679949220</id><published>2004-01-12T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T11:21:46.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Additions to the FamilyIt's time that I announce a couple new additions to the blogging family.  Check out their blogs and welcome them to blogosphere.1.  Michel Cicero.  Michel's a very witty and accomplished writer, who has made The Bridge Communities her home over the past year.  She is also the author of this fantastic article (see post for August 20th).2.  Tim Garrety.  Tim's a man of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107392925679949220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107392925679949220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107392925679949220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107392925679949220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-additions-to-familyits-time-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107306607239663494</id><published>2004-01-02T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T10:48:57.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday 5What one thing are you most looking forward to . . .1. ...today?Going home to my wife and daughter, and enjoying my weekend with them.2. ...over the next month?Tomorrow: the virgin voyage of my Christmas/Birthday gift--my brand new surfboard.  Next Week: My first trip out to Vegas, a birthday gift from my wife.The end of January: Our annual family trip out to Mammoth Mountain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107306607239663494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107306607239663494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107306607239663494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107306607239663494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/01/friday-5-what-one-thing-are-you-most.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107306529288859562</id><published>2004-01-02T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T09:50:59.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!I hope all of your New Year's Eves were well celebrated.  I thoroughly enjoyed mine, as I spent the evening celebrating the five year anniversary of The Bridge Communities.  What a great night.  We celebrated with two venues that we ran simultaneously in our building--one with a DJ and the other with The Phantom Riders.  The music was great, and there was tons of dancing, eating, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107306529288859562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107306529288859562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107306529288859562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107306529288859562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-new-yeari-hope-all-of-your-new.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107279866821316454</id><published>2003-12-30T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T07:40:41.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Global PerspectiveYeserday I was inspired to blog by a great conversation with a friend, but shortly afterward, I read about the earthquake in Iran, and completely lost my appetite to write.  I became so overwhelmed by the triviality of philosophy--and even the triviality of my own pain in light of a world with much more to mourn than busy days and time missed with the family.  It's amazing how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107279866821316454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107279866821316454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107279866821316454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107279866821316454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/global-perspectiveyeserday-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107221599812191880</id><published>2003-12-23T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:53:41.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6.5Yesterday an earthquake measuring 6.5 claimed the lives of two in Paso Robles, California, about 90 minutes north of Santa Barbara.  The quake shook buildings from San Francisco to Los Angeles, destroying many of those at its epicenter.  Read the rest of the article.Not to trivialize the tragedy of a disaster like this, but we felt a good shake here in Santa Barbara.  Some saw the rolling of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107221599812191880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107221599812191880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107221599812191880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107221599812191880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/6.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107220172232915268</id><published>2003-12-23T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T10:23:32.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wish ListAaaahhh dear friends, Merry Christmas Eve eve.  It's the 23rd of December, and all is merry and bright.  Right now it's raining outside here in Santa Barbara.  I've still got a few things to pick up for people, but by and large I'm done.  which means I'm finally in that much anticipated state of mind that envelops me in the excitement of Christmas, and the appreciation of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107220172232915268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107220172232915268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107220172232915268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107220172232915268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/wish-listaaaahhh-dear-friends-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107185389381248224</id><published>2003-12-19T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T09:55:52.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrong TurnEvery blogger has certain aspirations, and maybe if they're are driven, they've made a list of things they want to accomplish through their efforts as transparent authors of progressive biographies.  And maybe, if they are distungingly disciplined, they've also assigned calendar dates to calculate a timeline for those goals.  That said, this morning there was dancing in the streets, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107185389381248224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107185389381248224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107185389381248224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107185389381248224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/wrong-turnevery-blogger-has-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107159615433618507</id><published>2003-12-16T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T09:45:58.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lauryn HillUS hip-hop singer Lauryn Hill stunned leading members of the Roman Catholic Church when she accused them of moral corruption, exploitation and abuse from the stage during a Christmas concert at the Vatican.Hill, 28, launched her diatribe in front of an audience of 7,500 guests at a packed Paul VI hall, used by Pope John Paul II for indoor public audiences."I'm not here to celebrate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107159615433618507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107159615433618507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107159615433618507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107159615433618507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/lauryn-hillus-hip-hop-singer-lauryn.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107154113191055055</id><published>2003-12-15T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:26:51.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My WeekendMy wife had another really bad day on Friday.  She thought she was feeling better, so we drove down to L.A. for her father's birthday, but her migraine started to get really bad again.  It got so bad that I had to take her to two different hospitals to get a couple of morphine shots.  Then I drove back to her folks house, picked up our stuff and drove back to Ventura.Saturday was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107154113191055055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107154113191055055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107154113191055055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107154113191055055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-weekendmy-wife-had-another-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107152257200268308</id><published>2003-12-15T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T13:10:43.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feliz NavidadOne of my colleagues just droped by my office and told me to go check this out.  My apologies to all of my European and Canadian friends for the lyrics.Check it out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107152257200268308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107152257200268308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107152257200268308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107152257200268308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/feliz-navidadone-of-my-colleagues-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107120511073532438</id><published>2003-12-11T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T21:07:45.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My DayToday was not a good day.  On my way to work this morning, around 5:45am, my car broke down 15 minutes from the office, on the freeway.  I had it towed into the mechanic's shop for $95, only to be told somehow one of my sparkplugs had fallen out while driving.  I am thankful that it's not worse.Today around 11:30am, my wife interupts a meeting I was conducting with a client.  I pick up my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107120511073532438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107120511073532438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107120511073532438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107120511073532438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-daytoday-was-not-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232640.post-107101055308091720</id><published>2003-12-09T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T14:56:55.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The latestLast week was a hectic week.  What else is new, eh?  There was much catching up to do from time off over Thanksgiving, in addition to my normal workload.  Last thursday, my beautiful daughter Selah had her very first birthday.  She asked us to throw her a party, so we complied.  We invited all of her friends and relatives over to our place on Friday, and had a good time.  Selah, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/feeds/107101055308091720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5232640&amp;postID=107101055308091720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107101055308091720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5232640/posts/default/107101055308091720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesearching.blogspot.com/2003/12/latestlast-week-was-hectic-week.html' title=''/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15060299115013303634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/buddyicons/69891152@N00.jpg?1100810907'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
