<?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-10455024</id><updated>2011-09-28T07:31:11.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilbo's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>872</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-463266272061000638</id><published>2011-06-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:04:59.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night I Will Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOOt06SxUh4/TfzoiwNjAoI/AAAAAAAADIo/mhyljgCtplA/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOOt06SxUh4/TfzoiwNjAoI/AAAAAAAADIo/mhyljgCtplA/s400/index.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619622118806454914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-463266272061000638?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/463266272061000638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=463266272061000638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/463266272061000638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/463266272061000638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/night-i-will-never-forget.html' title='A Night I Will Never Forget'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOOt06SxUh4/TfzoiwNjAoI/AAAAAAAADIo/mhyljgCtplA/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-4620332739337758572</id><published>2011-06-18T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:00:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The concert kicked off  at seven o’clock with an hour set of  Lenny Kravitz. At first I was rather confused why U2 would even want or think they might need an opening act, after all, they are U2 and U2 needs no support act. While I can’t speak for U2 in regards to their choice of Lenny Kravitz or why they would even feel a need for an opening act, I have my own theory. U2 needs an opening act because the raw energy that U2 brings to the stage needs to be preceded with a build-up or else their rabid fans, like yours truly, would simply explode…I am not particularly all that familiar with Lenny Kravitz but Lenny Kravitz and his band did a fantastic job of setting the table for the rest of the evening. Well done, Lenny, well done, thy faithful servant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Kravitz left the stage around eight o’clock and we all waited in anticipation for about an hour while an  army of technicians and support staff prepared the stage for U2. At about eight forty five the crowd began to get antsy and started doing the wave. We had to do something to release the energy that was building and building and building. Normally, I’m a pretty reserved person in public settings but even I couldn’t resist standing up and waving my arms three or four times. Let’s just say I got caught up in a wave of collective energy that had filled the stadium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine o’clock liftoff…..At nine o’clock David Bowie’s classic rock song Ground Control to Major Tom came on the loud speakers. The crowd roared in unison and I looked up at the jumbo screen which was supported by “The Claw”, history’s largest stage apparatus. I literally got goose bumps as I watched Larry, Adam, the Edge, and Bono make their way to center stage. The rest of the night was one big giant blur.  I use the word blur "literally" because what happened over the next two and a half hours is hard, no impossible,for me to describe in words. What I experienced can only be found on this planet inside the capsule of nuclear weapons or the eye of a level five hurricane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect one of the reasons I am really struggling at this point to describe what I experienced  is that I have no reference points…and….there are no reference points because there is nothing out there on the entertainment landscape to compare with U2. Last year I attended a Bruce Springsteen concert, and while I mean no disrespect, to “the Boss”, or his legion of fans, there is no comparison, and that is an understatement. So, what’s different?…While Bruce and his fan base are, giving them the benefit of doubt, as passionate as U2 and their fans, the difference is, imo, the combination of the presence of Bono and the otherworldly creative nature of  the incredible visual effects provided by the support technology. One of the highlights for me last night was watching Gabrielle Giffords husband Mark Kelly address the crowd on the jumbo screen from the space shuttle. He read some of the lyrics of a U2 song and introduced the song It's a Beautiful Day...It was electrifying and I was just overwhelmed by it all…Then there was Bishop Tutu talking about the need for continued social justice in the world…but…The climax of the evening came for me when U2 sang "Where the Street Have No Name", while we all watched a video feed on the jumbo screen of the  members of the band running around in the desert of California which was originally filmes back in 1987. At that point  I was absolutely memorized  and emotionally drained by the combination of 60,000 screaming fans, the energy of U2 and the integration of the best technology in the world. Tonight I saw the future and the potential positive effects of technology. It was "beautiful"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much more I could say about particular songs, the absolutely incredible special effects made possible by “The Claw” and the onstage presence of the Bono and the band, or the cameo surprise stage appearance of U2’s long time manager Paul McGuiness who apparently made his first stage appearance in history. Bono asked Paul to come onstage while we all sang happy 60th Birthday to him. I am now out of words and concede that what I have said here is almost meaningless to anyone except those who have been to a U2 concert because words can never capture or hold the internal combustible energy that comes only from experience…Last night is a night I will never forget….It was a Beautiful Night…Thanks U2, and thanks to all the fans, who provided the energy for one of the most incredible experiences in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-4620332739337758572?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4620332739337758572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=4620332739337758572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4620332739337758572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4620332739337758572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/concert-kicked-off-at-seven-oclock-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-1999452620839074806</id><published>2011-04-24T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T06:36:59.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Easter morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRE9-_0NqXI/TbQnaOtg9pI/AAAAAAAADHY/xhASHh_l4w8/s1600/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRE9-_0NqXI/TbQnaOtg9pI/AAAAAAAADHY/xhASHh_l4w8/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599143568307451538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-1999452620839074806?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1999452620839074806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=1999452620839074806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1999452620839074806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1999452620839074806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflections-on-easter-morning.html' title='Reflections on Easter morning'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRE9-_0NqXI/TbQnaOtg9pI/AAAAAAAADHY/xhASHh_l4w8/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7920742836513485410</id><published>2011-04-24T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T06:35:39.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Easter morning and I thought I would take a few minutes to ponder and reflect on the meaning of Easter. So what is the meaning of Easter? For many Christians past and present the resurrection story provides the hope of eternal life after death and is the basis for a relationship with God because Jesus death and subsequent rising provides the "atonement" for our sins once and for all. This morning I don't intend to dismiss or challenge the importance of this particular take on the meaning of Easter, nor do I want to get into the historical credibility of this story or the nature of the gospel texts themselves which is an ongoing and never ending debate amongst modern biblical scholars but I do want to explore some other potential implications of the Easter story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fifty three years old and don't anticipate dying anytime soon so the life after death implications of Easter don't resonate with me at this particular time although I acknowledge I could die at any moment. As far as being a sinner I acknowledge I am not what I ought or could be but I trust in the nature of loving God to work out the details of "how" God actually works out the justice aspect of the relationship between our individual and collective sins and the Holiness of God. I don't mean to pick a fight with my Christian brethren out there who take their theology seriously but from where I sit these days I'm at the point where I'm trusting in the mercy of God rather than my intellect to figure out how this whole thing fits together...So, where does that leave someone like me who is currently "somewhat" indifferent about eternal life and the nature of the relationship between sin, the need for justice, and the Holiness of God. Is there any meaning of Easter left for someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look around the world, my community, my country, and my own soul I see death everywhere...and...as one digs deeper one sees the death of a marriage, the death of the hopes and dreams of a young person who has graduated but can't find a job, the death of a business adventure, the death of a happy retirement due to being ripped off by some greedy financial advisers, the death of a spouse due to a sudden unexpected heart attack, the death of a child, the gradual death of our ability to do what we love because of growing old, and the ever increasing death of the American dream for more and more Americans each passing day due to our serious economic problems. Death "is" a part of all our lives. As I reflect on my own life and soul I have experienced the death of a marriage and subsequent romances, the unexpected death of a brother from a heart attack last year, the death of my father when I was only 12, the death of my relationship with my sister, and the death of my ability to function as I wish I could in different areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity as I understand it doesn't promise that my life will be happy nor does it promise that things will work out as "I" would hope but the Christian story and the Easter story as I interpret is fundamentally about "hope". The hope for change and the "potential" for resolution and joy in this world and the next. I don't know if I ever be able reconcile my relationship with my sister or if I will ever function as I wish I could in some aspects of my personal life, but I hope I will. As I look around the world and reflect on my own life I do see examples in the world and areas in my own life where death has been conquered and life has returned. In our own history we have conquered the practice of slavery, and women and African Americans now enjoy a level of equality and freedom that they were not afforded for hundreds of years. In my personal life I have experienced certain emotions that were dead for decades and I have a renewed hope for my future as it relates to some areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is a story of hope and it points to the possibility in this world and the next that we might all experience the renewal of life in the world and our personal lives. But, sometimes we can't see or experience the renewal of life within and around us because our own expectations get in the way...so...Lord help us all to see and experience the renewal of life that abounds in our world and in our lives and let's celebrate the meaning of the hope that is found in the Easter story today and everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7920742836513485410?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7920742836513485410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7920742836513485410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7920742836513485410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7920742836513485410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-easter-morning-and-i-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-6520140784258594707</id><published>2011-04-18T07:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:15:33.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Journaling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTzhMpOz7Dg/TaxHbyNH2LI/AAAAAAAADDw/JPj00B_PuRk/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTzhMpOz7Dg/TaxHbyNH2LI/AAAAAAAADDw/JPj00B_PuRk/s400/image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596926979573536946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-6520140784258594707?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6520140784258594707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=6520140784258594707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6520140784258594707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6520140784258594707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/art-of-journaling.html' title='The Art of Journaling'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTzhMpOz7Dg/TaxHbyNH2LI/AAAAAAAADDw/JPj00B_PuRk/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-6988827312497957364</id><published>2011-04-18T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:13:37.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started to journal after my divorce and I am still going strong. I don't remember how I got started but suspect I may have journaled as a coping mechanism to deal with all that was happening in my heart and head at the time. No one ever told me or suggested "how" to journal but over the years I have developed a number of ways to journal and I thought I would share a bit for anyone who might be interested in the subject. Here are a couple of different journal exercises I do on a regular basis for everyone's consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free association. This may be the most common and popular type of journaling. Free association involves just writing down what you are thinking or feeling about a particular issue/topic or situation at a particular moment in time. This kind of journaling can be very therapeutic and cathartic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Journaling about the past. Because the present is so intertwined with the past this form of journaling can be very beneficial in dealing with a particular issue or problem. While I was working through abandonment issues I once sat down and journaled for hours identifying the numerous people in my past who had come to my aid and provided help and support. This practice helped bring healing to a difficult aspect of my past and it provided a reminder of the grace that was always present even when I wasn't aware of it. I later added these thoughts in another "special" journal and frequent what I wrote from time to time, especially when I feel flooded with certain feelings of rejection, neglect, or abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Copying down quotes. If you visit my blogs time to time you may have noticed that I use a lot of quotes. Over the past seven years I have spent countless hours copying quotes from the various books I read. When I read a book I generally highlight the book and then go back at some later time and copy the highlighted sections that are particularly meaningful and sometimes I take this practice a step further and type them. I now have a huge database of quotes at my disposal. I have found this practice very helpful because it helps move the words from my head to my heart. I have read a lot of books in which the ideas went in one ear and out the next but when I write or rewrite the highlighted sections in my journal it often moves the thoughts into my long term memory where it can be recalled later when I might need it. I also go back and reread the quotes from time to time and one can do this as a type of meditative practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Interacting with the quotes. I have another journal where I go back and read what I previously journaled and then write a response that applies to a particular situation I am currently going through. This practice helps bring to life what I have read and if we are not engaging ourselves with what we read then what is the purpose of reading?...unless, we are reading for entertainment or pleasure which has it's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pictures...I have added some pictures to my journals. The pictures include some very special people in my life and some fictional characters that symbolize important aspects of my life that I wish to be reminded of from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I consider journaling a "spiritual discipline" that can enrich and nurture ones soul and provide an important resource that one can take with them any time. I take my journals to work and on vacation and read and write in them as often as needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-6988827312497957364?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6988827312497957364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=6988827312497957364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6988827312497957364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6988827312497957364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-started-to-journal-after-my-divorce.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3081231051076483455</id><published>2010-10-14T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:22:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of a Healthy Adult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TLeQn-V6R8I/AAAAAAAADC4/5JdC30qhJ38/s1600/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TLeQn-V6R8I/AAAAAAAADC4/5JdC30qhJ38/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528046084044769218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3081231051076483455?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3081231051076483455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3081231051076483455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3081231051076483455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3081231051076483455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/signs-of-healthy-adult_14.html' title='Signs of a Healthy Adult'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TLeQn-V6R8I/AAAAAAAADC4/5JdC30qhJ38/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-2131486681679914110</id><published>2010-10-14T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T05:42:44.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psychotherapist and author David Richo has written a handbook on the topic of psychological and spiritual integration. I found his chapter entitled Declarations of A Healthy Adulthood informative and helpful. Here are a few of the goals and behaviors Richo associates with a being a healthy adult. This list is not meant to be exhaustive but “I” do find it thought provoking and worth considering.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.I cherish my own integrity but do not use it as a yardstick for other’s behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When change and growth scare me, I still choose them. I may act with fear, but never because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I grant myself a margin of error in my work and relationships. I release myself from the pain of having to be right or competent all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I live by personal standards and at the same time----in self-forgiveness----I make allowances for my occasional lapses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I give without demanding appreciation though I may ask for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am not entitled to be taken care of by anyone or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. . I love unconditionally but set sane conditions and limits on my self-giving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I accept that it is normal to feel that I do not always measure up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I let go of blame, regret, vengeance, and the infantile desire to punish those who hurt or reject me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Until I see another’s behavior with compassion, I have not fully understood it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I reconcile myself to the limits on other’s giving to me and on my giving to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I accept that I may never feel I am receiving—or have received—all the attention I seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I trust that “darkness and upheaval always precede an expansion of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I let people go away or stay and am still okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-2131486681679914110?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2131486681679914110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=2131486681679914110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2131486681679914110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2131486681679914110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/psychotherapist-and-author-david-richo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-8706902710876969068</id><published>2010-06-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:32:32.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles still do happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TA81WP8NffI/AAAAAAAACR4/jK2SHDwNIDE/s1600/Me+001+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TA81WP8NffI/AAAAAAAACR4/jK2SHDwNIDE/s400/Me+001+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480657927885651442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-8706902710876969068?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8706902710876969068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=8706902710876969068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8706902710876969068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8706902710876969068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/miracles-still-do-happen.html' title='Miracles still do happen'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TA81WP8NffI/AAAAAAAACR4/jK2SHDwNIDE/s72-c/Me+001+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-277275716448737405</id><published>2010-06-08T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:28:15.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Twelve years ago &lt;/span&gt;during the month of August I fractured/broke my lower back while mountain biking in Redwood National Park. The crash was the most traumatic physical experience of my life. Seven hours passed between the time of the crash and the time I arrived at Mad River Hospital in Arcata California. During those seven hours I often wondered if this serious injury would end my teaching career or disable me for the rest of my life.  At the time of the injury I knew it was serious because I couldn’t get myself up. I remained on the ground while the mosquitoes took turns snacking on me until a passerby found me about a half an hour after the crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Since that never to be forgotten  day&lt;/span&gt; filled with a lot of angst and fear I have experienced ongoing levels of depression due in large part to my limited ability to do many of the outdoor activities I once loved to do. I also gained about thirty pounds within the first three months of the accident and have struggled with being overweight until recently. I attributed the weight gain to the numerous two pound bags of peanut M&amp;M’s I consumed  along with  large glasses of whole milk.  For the record, I no longer suggest trying to soothe ones depression by eating peanut M&amp;M’s as good as they may taste. It just causes more depression in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last summer&lt;/span&gt; I hit rock bottom regarding my weight  and my back. I ballooned to about 230 pounds and was forced to abandon my annual camping trip after 36 hours due to the and the inability to barely get up off the ground in the morning. I had to use a cane to lift my body up and one morning I didn’t think I was going to be able to get up at all. During the day all I could do was hobble around the campground and take a few pictures as I drove around. I was unable to hike and could barely ride my bike. I threw in the towel on the second day and I still remember the flowing tears from my eyes as I wondered if I would ever be able to revisit this spectacular beautiful outdoor wonderland that has brought me so much peace and joy over the years. As I packed up my camping gear for what I feared might be the last time I said goodbye to the jagged Minaret Peaks and Mammoth Mountain which dominate the skyline of the Mammoth Lakes basin and wondered if  I would ever set my eyes on such incredible beauty again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fast forward to the present.&lt;/span&gt; Earlier this week I weighed in at 151 pounds which is almost 80 pounds lighter than last year at this time. Ten months ago after I came home from Mammoth I struggled with the use of a cane to walk around the block. Today I work out six days a week for an average of about two to three hours a day. Four days a week I either hike or ride my mountain bike up and down the local foothills which are steep in my neck of the woods. I also swim three to four days a week, sometime five times. When I first started swimming last August I really didn’t  swim much.  For the most part, I just walked back and forth in my swimming lane and I occasionally might swim a couple of laps on my back and one lap while doing the breast stroke. I was generally out of the pool in fifteen or twenty minutes. Today I swim for at least an hour and I now swim 63 laps doing the breast stroke. You should see my chest! No more man boobs. I do the breast stroke because I can longer lift weights due to potential back spasms which are triggered by lifting weights and I do need to something to maintain some upper body strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So, what happened?&lt;/span&gt; I believe there is often more than one way to describe or interpret an event. On one level, one could say my personal physical transformation is best described as a  miracle. I wouldn’t quibble with that. I still frequently look at myself in the mirror and ask who is that guy, good looking mind you, who is staring at you in the mirror? From another perspective, one can attribute the change to a lot of hard work, perseverance and discipline Personally, I embrace both perspectives but would add the element of mystery. I don’t know why I was able to break through at this particular time in my life. I wasn’t particularly  motivated anymore than any other time in my life and I didn’t really do anything new I hadn’t tried before. It’s a mystery to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So, what did I specifically do?&lt;/span&gt; I hesitate to offer any suggestions because we all are susceptible to chasing holy grails and formulas to success, particularly when we are hurting, depressed, or in despair. But, I do want to share a few particulars because “some” of what I did “may” resonate or be encouraging to others. I offer the following not as a formula for success. Major transformation often comes when we least expect it and is not simply the by product of human individual effort alone. After I came home from my camping trip my goal was simple. Get up every morning and do whatever I could which at the time meant doing stretching exercises before walking down the street with my cane by my side in case my back went out. I also went to the pool where I walked mostly for about 15 to 20 minutes three times a week. This was my routine six days a week.  As the days passed I would push myself to do a little bit more at least once a week and within about a month I added a day here and a day there to ride my bike or go for a longer walk near my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eating habits:&lt;/span&gt; Prior to my new exercise routine I was eating fairly well except for an occasional sweet tooth binge which included eating large amounts of cookies and cream ice cream after midnight or a huge bowl of Grape nuts covered in honey. I cut out the binging and added more fruit, vegetables, and soy burgers to my regular diet. Along the way I noticed if you can go cold turkey on the sweets for three weeks  your body seems to adjust and you loose the craving for sweets, at least that was my experience. Today, I’m no longer tempted by the sight of ice cream, cookies, cake, chips, or any other forms of junk food. I would like to add that a critically important part of my new eating habits is salads. I eat a salad “every day”, usually, for dinner. Salads in my opinion are an effective way to loose and potentially keep the weight off because salads provide an endless “variety” of combinations. A lot of people eventually get bored with many of the diet food suggestions offered today or go back to eating what they did before but with salads you can mix and match and add this and add any combinations of vegetables, meats, nuts, etc. according to ones personal preferences.  There are also a wide variety of low fat dressings on the market today to spice things up. My favorites include raspberry walnut, Asian toasted sesame, poppy seed, and blueberry pomegranate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Final thoughts:&lt;/span&gt; At this time in my life I feel very grateful to God and all those along the way who have supported and encouraged me in the last ten months of my physical transformation. If you are still reading this blog entry I want to encourage you do whatever you can to move in the direction of improving your own health. I can’t promise you the kind of success I have experienced over the past ten months but our goals should always be based on doing what “we” can do to improve ourselves while taking into account our own individual limitations. I acknowledge I am fortunate because I have a job which allows me the time and means to pursue the kind of physical activities which have contributed to my transformation. I am also fortunate because I have an internal motivation because of my serious back problems, that is, my quality of life is directly  tied to my eating habits and exercise routine. In other words, if I do not get up every day and stretch, walk, ride my bike, and swim the quality of my life “will” be poor. So, in conclusion, I want to encourage everyone to do what “you” can do and don’t worry about comparing yourself to others. If you do what you can do on a regular basis I suspect you will eventually see results and you will feel better about yourself and you will enjoy life more. I believe this to be true. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-277275716448737405?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/277275716448737405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=277275716448737405' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/277275716448737405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/277275716448737405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/twelve-years-ago-during-month-of-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-4652808661101207457</id><published>2010-06-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:58:14.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TA5LwHsPHEI/AAAAAAAACRY/pw2tpp1Xw9A/s1600/Me+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TA5LwHsPHEI/AAAAAAAACRY/pw2tpp1Xw9A/s400/Me+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480401086626864194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken last summer. At that time I weighed about 230 pounds, give or take a couple of pounds. Yesterday I weighed in at 151 pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-4652808661101207457?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4652808661101207457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=4652808661101207457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4652808661101207457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4652808661101207457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-me.html' title='The Old Me'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TA5LwHsPHEI/AAAAAAAACRY/pw2tpp1Xw9A/s72-c/Me+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5548579198643871621</id><published>2009-03-03T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:45:54.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a U2 Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/Sa3dPQCZQDI/AAAAAAAABfk/4SXci4IFKms/s1600-h/u2group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/Sa3dPQCZQDI/AAAAAAAABfk/4SXci4IFKms/s400/u2group.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309142789812469810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5548579198643871621?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5548579198643871621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5548579198643871621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5548579198643871621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5548579198643871621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-in-life-of-u2-fan.html' title='A Day in the Life of a U2 Fan'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/Sa3dPQCZQDI/AAAAAAAABfk/4SXci4IFKms/s72-c/u2group.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-6821786156487504444</id><published>2009-03-03T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:36:36.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Following is the account of a long time U-2 fan and what I did to celebrate today’s release of U-2’s new C.D., No Line on the Horizon. My colleagues at work say I have a screw loose. I say to them I have many screws loose but, so what. If you don’t have a screw or two loose in this political and economic climate you ain’t human, so just deal with it…What you are about to read is the truth and nothing but the truth. Life is too short to be talking politics, religion, and economics all the time. Today is a day to revel in the passion, joy, and fun that music can provide for those who have ears to hear and hearts that are open. Enjoy… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30-5:30 A.M. &lt;/span&gt;I was wide awake at 4:30 this morning. I didn’t plan on getting up so early but since I was up I figured I would go on line and check out what my other U-2 comrades are saying and doing on Facebook. Julie is waiting for Target to open so she can pick up her copy of No Line on the Horizon and Dave is already in the process of downloading the music off Itunes. Oh, the benefit of living in the Midwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50-6:20 A.M.&lt;/span&gt; I am headed out the door and off to Wal-mart to pick up my copy of No Line On the Horizon. I briskly walk to the entertainment section. No C.D. in sight. Start to worry that I won’t be able to pick up C.D. until after work because they obviously haven’t stocked the shelves yet but before I go I flag down nearest salesperson. I tell her I am here for the C.D. She obviously doesn’t know who U-2 is but she says she will go check on the situation for me. I am grateful. It’s always easier to get service at the crack of dawn. I wait five minutes before my mild anxiety turns to joy as she approaches me with a armful of C.D.’s. I am a very happy camper as I head to the cashier, plop down my ten bucks, and scurry out the door to my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20-6:30 A.M.&lt;/span&gt;  I rip open the C.D. put the disc in my C.D. player and head off to the carpool lot. As I am heading down the freeway I am hooked right away with the opening guitar riffs and words of No Line on the Horizon. Now listening to Magnificent. My mind wonders and reflects on my past loves as I hear the words, “Only love, only love can leave such a mark”…That is so true. Then the next line reads “But only love, only love, can heal such a scar”…Reminds me of something I said on my relationship blog yesterday. “Loving relationships are the “potential” best environment for the healing of some of our deepest wounds. It’s good to hear that apparently someone else feels the same way and I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6:30-6:40 A.M.&lt;/span&gt; Am now sitting in carpool parking lot waiting for my colleagues. I am now watching the sunrise peak it’s face through the clouds as I hear the words Sunshine, Sunshine, the opening line of a song called Unknown Caller. I skip next to the song Get Off Your Boots and just absorb the energy that is expressed through the magical fingers of “The Edge.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35-7:15 A.M.&lt;/span&gt; …Car pool mates aren’t U-2 fans and seem a bit put off by my obvious enthusiasm so I sit in the back and just flip through the lyrics in the dusk jacket while colleagues talk politics. I am curious about pic associated with the song Cedars of Lebanon. Is that the Wailing Wall in the background? As we get out of the car one of my colleagues pokes fun at me for my fanaticism. I take it tongue and cheek. Nothing they say is going to deter me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15-8:00 A.M.&lt;/span&gt; I am in my classroom now. Put U-2 on my boom box and turn it up as loud as I can…Open classroom door to let the sound of U-2 spread as far across the campus as I can. Cold air rushes in but I don’t care because the sound of a new U-2 C.D. is enough to keep me warm. I now open the door to one of my colleagues room and let the music do it’s magic. My colleague covers his ears. I tell him to embrace the music…embrace the love…and… remind him there will be no escape today…and…bark out one last passing comment, “If I have to listen to 45 minutes of political propaganda in the morning you can listen to some of my U-2 propaganda. It’s Karma. Time to get to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8:00 A.M. &lt;/span&gt;My students are filing through the door before the tardy bell rings. No Line On the Horizon is playing in the background. I take roll and then tell them the story of getting the C.D. this morning. I take the liberty to exaggerate the details. I tell them that I had to threaten the salesperson with a baseball bat from the sporting good department in order to get my C.D. They laugh. We move on to lesson. Today’s lesson is supply and demand. I find a way to fit a video clip from U-2’s Vertigo concert into the lesson. I choose City of Blinding Lights to launch into questions about why entertainers get paid so much. I then introduce the concept of supply and demand. Damn, I’m good. A “freaken” genius. Is it me, or the music that has inspired me today. I’ll share the credit with U-2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time:&lt;/span&gt; I am writing this blog entry while picking up where I left off with “I’ll Go Crazy if I Don’t Crazy Tonight. Not particularly crazy over Bono’s shrieks on this song…hey…you can’t like them all. So far, I like the first three tracks better than tracks 4, 5, and 7. Things pick up a bit with the slow moving White as Snow and Breathe. I like the line Every day I die again, and again I’m reborn/Every day I have to find courage/To walk into the street from the song Breathe. Reminds me to live in the moment each day. I like the little Chinese sounding bit at the end of the song.  I conclude my lunch by listening to Cedars of Lebanon. This song sounds familiar. Now I know…It’s reminiscent of one of Bruce Cockburn’s ballads. I really like the rhythm of this song and the lyrics, especially the line, “Choose your enemies carefully ‘cos they will define you”…How true…but, I no longer allow others to define me. If they don’t like me that’s their issue not mine. This is my favorite track of the second half of the C.D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after lunch&lt;/span&gt;… I Am hamming it up now. Running in slow motion around the room with my arms in the air as the song No Line on the Horizon plays in the background. Students don’t react much, just figure I didn’t get my meds at lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial, “first impressions”&lt;/span&gt;….I don’t think this C.D. is as strong as their last two. No huge fall off but doubt this one will be as popular as their recent works…but…I  do appreciate U-2 efforts to explore and experiment  and not simply settle for rehashing same old styles. For that, they get my respect and thumbs up for their new album. My favorite songs on first run were No Line On the Horizon, Magnificent, and Cedars of Lebanon but that could change with second and third listen….thanks for following along. It was a Beautiful Day….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-6821786156487504444?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6821786156487504444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=6821786156487504444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6821786156487504444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6821786156487504444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/following-is-account-of-long-time-u-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-1087504585431012404</id><published>2009-03-02T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:36:06.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am a big fan of U-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/Sax6sVFJMnI/AAAAAAAABfM/NylyyK5yyG8/s1600-h/u2-no-line-on-the-horizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/Sax6sVFJMnI/AAAAAAAABfM/NylyyK5yyG8/s400/u2-no-line-on-the-horizon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308752962754523762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-1087504585431012404?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1087504585431012404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=1087504585431012404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1087504585431012404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1087504585431012404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-like-u-2.html' title='Why I am a big fan of U-2'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/Sax6sVFJMnI/AAAAAAAABfM/NylyyK5yyG8/s72-c/u2-no-line-on-the-horizon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3742686620086259018</id><published>2009-03-02T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:16:01.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow U-2 releases it’s fifteenth album which is called No Line on the Horizon. Tomorrow morning  I intend to stop by Wal-mart at 6:00 A.M. to pick up the C.D. just so I can bug my colleagues at work who are either too old school to care or too young to realize  how big U-2 has been for so long. Up to this point I have avoided reading any early reports nor have I downloaded any early releases available on line. Personally, I don’t need to work myself up to buy the latest U-2 C.D. because it has been my experience that U-2 always delivers the goods. So, tomorrow morning at about the crack of dawn I’ll gladly plop down the 10 to 13 bucks and take a leap of faith before  fans and critics alike give us their musings on how great, good, or mediocre this latest version of U-2 is.   From my end of things it’s hard to imagine that this album could be as good as the last two or three but quite frankly I don’t care because no one can stay on top forever, not even U-2. By tomorrow at this time I hope to be listening to the greatest band since the Beatles but before I crawl into my hobbit hole with my new C.D. I would like to share for public record some of the reasons why I like U-2. So, without any more fanfare here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reasons I like U-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.They are Irish…&lt;/span&gt;I admit I am a sucker for almost anything Irish, except for Irish green beer and some of the ridiculous looking popular Saint Patrick Day paraphernalia. I am not sure where or when  I developed my fetish for everything Irish but over the years I have developed a real fondness for Irish graphic knot  and mythical beast designs, The Book of Kells, almost all forms of Celtic music, and Irish or Scottish films like Millions, Ned Devine, Once, and Braveheart just to mention a few. I am not sure exactly what it is that draws me into the Irish orbit but I suspect it might have something to do with the “eccentric” nature of the Irish or the passion and unique creativity that has become a part of the Irish landscape for centuries.  On the other hand, maybe it has something to do with the memorable episode from the t.v. show Bonanza where Hoss Cartwright was chasing Leprechauns around the Ponderosa Ranch. Whatever, the reason, I love the Irish culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.U-2 is a great rock and roll band.&lt;/span&gt; Since their appearance on Time magazine back in the 1980’s U-2 has crafted themselves and their live performances like no other band I can think of during my generation. In the early years  U-2 relied primarily  on youthful energy and the passion of the Irish but since they decided   to conquer America in the early 1980’s they have worked very hard as musicians and “performers” to create a “live act” which is second to none.  I remember seeing U-2’s Rattle and Hum at the theatre and was throughly impressed by the music, choreography and artistic quality of the production. At the time, some of U-2’s critics suggested Rattle and Hum and subsequent productions of U-2 were the by product of Bono’s  narcissistic messianic complex. Be that is it may, messianic or narcissistic, it doesn’t matter to me. The whole act on and off stage is highly entertaining and they are in the entertainment business after all. For me, U-2’s genius climaxed with their ZOO T.V. tour. I have never seen live and in person but I have watched the DVD version many, many, times and I believe it is one the most entertaining and creative acts ever in rock history.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.Team chemistry.&lt;/span&gt; U-2 has been together as a band since high school. I don’t pretend to know what goes on behind the scenes  but on stage and in their public appearances the various band members seem to get along and genuinely like working together which is no small feat for any band that has been together for 25 years now. While Bono is the ultimate alpha dog on stage and off, Larry, Adam, and the Edge appear to relish their own roles and each has established a particular niche which suits their personality and specific talent. Can anyone imagine U-2 not being together or  Bono going solo? I can’t. So, together they stand or together they fall. They have been standing together pretty strong for two plus decades now and I predict they will ride off into the Irish sunset someday but hopefully not before I get a chance to see them live and hopefully it won’t be at the local fair where many bands go before they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.Can you say, serious, fun, inspirational and exhilarating all at the same time? &lt;/span&gt;U-2 has produced some very serious, thought provoking, and inspiring  songs like Sunday, Bloody, Sunday, Pride, When I look at the World, and I Still Havent’ Found What I am looking For. Four years ago I purchased a large screen HD T.V. so I could watch movies but since I caught U-2 concert acts live on DVD I now prefer to watch concerts over movies, thanks to the influence of U-2.  There is nothing more exhilarating than watching Bono move along the “run way” belting out a line from It’s a Beautiful Day or Vertigo. I have never attended a U-2 concert live but if it is as great as some of my acquaintances say it is, then it is probably best I never go because I can barely  hold myself together  watching U-2 on my television in my humble hobbit home. Some of my favorites include An Cat Dubh/Into The Heart and  City of Blinding Lights from the Vertigo Tour, New Years Day from Go Home: Live from Slane Castle and Bad from the movie Rattle and Hum. While Bono may not be able to match the energy or passion of “The Boss” U-2 live performances will go down in Rock and Roll lore as perhaps the most entertaining, exhilarating and favorite concert performances of our time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3742686620086259018?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3742686620086259018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3742686620086259018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3742686620086259018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3742686620086259018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-u-2-releases-its-fifteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7762779802416693669</id><published>2009-03-01T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:59:41.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Paul and Wesley!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SarMjaFsFRI/AAAAAAAABe8/QTFAMl-itPU/s1600-h/Picture+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SarMjaFsFRI/AAAAAAAABe8/QTFAMl-itPU/s400/Picture+303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308280019480220946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7762779802416693669?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7762779802416693669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7762779802416693669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7762779802416693669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7762779802416693669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-paul-and-wesly.html' title='Happy Birthday Paul and Wesley!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SarMjaFsFRI/AAAAAAAABe8/QTFAMl-itPU/s72-c/Picture+303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-495657566230350072</id><published>2009-02-18T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:10:33.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic, Beauty, and Love abound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZzpgX4edOI/AAAAAAAABcw/pdYf_La4KZw/s1600-h/IMG_3768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZzpgX4edOI/AAAAAAAABcw/pdYf_La4KZw/s400/IMG_3768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304371203511579874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-495657566230350072?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/495657566230350072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=495657566230350072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/495657566230350072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/495657566230350072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-beauty-and-love-abound.html' title='Magic, Beauty, and Love abound'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZzpgX4edOI/AAAAAAAABcw/pdYf_La4KZw/s72-c/IMG_3768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-1240090895793262114</id><published>2009-02-18T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:01:45.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The world is a magical place. Meadows dressed in yellow flowers surrounded by 1,000 year old giants of the earth. Alpine Lakes sitting at the base of snow covered majestic peaks that extend their tops to the sun. The flight of seagull gliding effortlessly over the open sea.The gentle movement of a stream as it meanders through the forest. Morning mist that shrouds the rocky coastline of the Pacific ocean. A hibernating oak tree standing alone with it feet covered in snow. A lonely solitary country road winding its way along a green pasture on a winter morning in February. The golden leaves of an aspen tree on a crisp autumn day in the High Sierra's. Footprints in the sand leading to nowhere on a beach with no humans in sight. Two lovers looking into the fading face of the sun as it takes it's last bow of the day. Purple and yellow flowers bursting with color in an otherwise desolate landscape of Death Valley. A lighthouse standing all alone in the distance sharing its light with those who have lost their way at sea and fear the retribution of Poseidon...and... The flickering flame of a vanilla scented candle which is currently providing the light for this writer. There is magic all around us. There is beauty all around us...and...There is love all around us even though at any time we may not feel it's touch or understand it's depth. At any given moment we may feel that magic, beauty, and love has left us and been replaced with a void of darkness...but let us not forget that the existence of darkness does not have the power to extinguish the light or the magic, love, and beauty of this world. How do I know this? Because, since the beginning of time the two have always co-existed and even when it looked like darkness might destroy the light there was always the beauty of a flower, the loving hands of a mother, or the magic of the creation everywhere.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-1240090895793262114?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1240090895793262114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=1240090895793262114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1240090895793262114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1240090895793262114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-is-magical-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3929084517676491300</id><published>2009-02-14T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:10:50.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd5lnaMOnI/AAAAAAAABcQ/CnlEYFutrMw/s1600-h/IMG_5145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd5lnaMOnI/AAAAAAAABcQ/CnlEYFutrMw/s400/IMG_5145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302840773393005170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3929084517676491300?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3929084517676491300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3929084517676491300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3929084517676491300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3929084517676491300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-in-snow.html' title='A Day in the Snow'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd5lnaMOnI/AAAAAAAABcQ/CnlEYFutrMw/s72-c/IMG_5145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3410825020319553182</id><published>2009-02-14T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:08:22.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was one of the most beautiful days in Bako in years. We have been in a severe drought for the past two years with less than three inches a year. For the past 10 days it has rained off and on with more on the way in the next ten days. Yesterday the snow level dropped to around 2,000 feet and the local mountains were covered with snow when I woke up this morning so I got my butt into gear and headed to the hills before the snow melted. I didn't get as many good pics as I wanted because many of the out fo the way roads were closed but I got a few unusual pics and posted them here at this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3410825020319553182?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3410825020319553182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3410825020319553182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3410825020319553182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3410825020319553182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-one-of-most-beautiful-days-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-8873312760524509601</id><published>2009-02-14T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:02:11.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3k3O6m_I/AAAAAAAABcI/P7JHvtetCDQ/s1600-h/IMG_5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3k3O6m_I/AAAAAAAABcI/P7JHvtetCDQ/s400/IMG_5140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302838561437555698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-8873312760524509601?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8873312760524509601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=8873312760524509601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8873312760524509601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8873312760524509601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-in-california.html' title='Only in California'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3k3O6m_I/AAAAAAAABcI/P7JHvtetCDQ/s72-c/IMG_5140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-2373883371870204600</id><published>2009-02-14T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:01:02.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cognitive Dissonance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3Sei4okI/AAAAAAAABcA/2GeWQpJPdXM/s1600-h/IMG_5146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3Sei4okI/AAAAAAAABcA/2GeWQpJPdXM/s400/IMG_5146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302838245572780610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-2373883371870204600?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2373883371870204600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=2373883371870204600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2373883371870204600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2373883371870204600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/cognitive-dissonance.html' title='Cognitive Dissonance?'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3Sei4okI/AAAAAAAABcA/2GeWQpJPdXM/s72-c/IMG_5146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3637560299085775204</id><published>2009-02-14T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:59:40.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3BAwh2TI/AAAAAAAABb4/aG5cGlnvc38/s1600-h/IMG_5133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3BAwh2TI/AAAAAAAABb4/aG5cGlnvc38/s400/IMG_5133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302837945519167794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3637560299085775204?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3637560299085775204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3637560299085775204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3637560299085775204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3637560299085775204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_6553.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd3BAwh2TI/AAAAAAAABb4/aG5cGlnvc38/s72-c/IMG_5133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-750084646067367118</id><published>2009-02-14T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:58:13.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd2r1176sI/AAAAAAAABbw/wj8obHyUyhE/s1600-h/IMG_5136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd2r1176sI/AAAAAAAABbw/wj8obHyUyhE/s400/IMG_5136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302837581811804866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-750084646067367118?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/750084646067367118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=750084646067367118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/750084646067367118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/750084646067367118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZd2r1176sI/AAAAAAAABbw/wj8obHyUyhE/s72-c/IMG_5136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3454359730418844120</id><published>2009-02-10T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:10:03.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Search for the Holy Grail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZJdmekv5zI/AAAAAAAABao/JVA7VVuY-Ck/s1600-h/Holy-Grail-The-vision-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZJdmekv5zI/AAAAAAAABao/JVA7VVuY-Ck/s400/Holy-Grail-The-vision-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301402626992105266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3454359730418844120?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3454359730418844120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3454359730418844120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3454359730418844120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3454359730418844120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/search-for-holy-grail.html' title='Search for the Holy Grail'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SZJdmekv5zI/AAAAAAAABao/JVA7VVuY-Ck/s72-c/Holy-Grail-The-vision-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-4907481754793803052</id><published>2009-02-10T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:56:23.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thomas Moore the author of Care of the Soul writes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"A major difference between care and cure is that cure implies the end of trouble. If you are cured, you don't have to worry about whatever was bothering or you were struggling with any longer. But care has a sense of ongoing attention. There is no end. Conflicts may never be fully resolved. Your character will never change radically, although it may go through some interesting transformations"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At one time during my life I read a fair share of self help books but many years ago I became so disillusioned regarding the possibility of significant change I abandoned the project altogether. Today, I generally don't ascribe to formula's  nor do I expect any significant change or quick fixes from reading any book or listening to any expert guru pontificating about this or that. What if there is, as Moore suggests, no cure for some if not many of our personal spiritual/psychological ailments? Are we without hope? Not if Moore is correct when he suggests in his writings that ongoing attention and care of our soul can in the end lead to transformation that may not solve all our problems but may potentially provide us with the inner strength and motivation to live our lives with dignity, grace, and love despite our shortcomings, individual limitations, and personal demons that haunt our lives. I can fully understand why so many people are searching for answers to their personal problems but perhaps "expecting" the find a cure to many of our problems is our version of the search for the Holy Grail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-4907481754793803052?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4907481754793803052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=4907481754793803052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4907481754793803052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4907481754793803052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/thomas-moore-author-of-care-of-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-2227502452207951795</id><published>2009-02-08T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:51:33.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Can Be Very Frustrating at Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SY-2MSg4DuI/AAAAAAAABaQ/SQiuwb9sRnk/s1600-h/computer.frustration.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SY-2MSg4DuI/AAAAAAAABaQ/SQiuwb9sRnk/s400/computer.frustration.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300655608682778338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-2227502452207951795?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2227502452207951795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=2227502452207951795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2227502452207951795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2227502452207951795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-can-be-very-frustrating-at-times.html' title='Life Can Be Very Frustrating at Times'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SY-2MSg4DuI/AAAAAAAABaQ/SQiuwb9sRnk/s72-c/computer.frustration.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-2191342196645441601</id><published>2009-02-08T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:16:51.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Kathleen who visits this space from time and time and is a regular on my facebook page suggested I include a blog entry on life's hassles and frustrations. This was a collaborative effort. Thanks for the idea Kathleen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trying to keep cool in Bakersfield during the summer. In cold weather you can always put on more clothes but there are only so many clothes one can take off and still walk around in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Almost anything to do with car repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to remember all the various computer passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dealing with bureaucracy of any kind, especially on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Programming electronic small appliances, such as BLUE TOOTH, personal travel assistant, IPOD, etc. - IPOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Driving in foggy weather in Bakersfield during a really foggy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Trying to buy Christmas gifts for people who have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Trying to multitask too many things at one time, like downloading an IPOD while talking on the phone and watching the news at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Picking a movie at the video store when you have two or three other people with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Reading through a digital camera manual which is now somewhere between 150 to 175 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Listening to almost any talk radio show for more than five minutes. If it's Michael Savage or Sean Hannity you can reduce that number to two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Driving in heavy traffic in a large city that you have never been to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Finding parking in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Waiting in almost any hospital emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Going to Costco at the beginning of the month or the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Trying to explain to women why I like my beard and why it has nothing to do with trying to hide or cover up something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Trying to explain to people how an educated and otherwise sane person like myself has a house filled with dragons, wizards, gnomes, and a couple of rather unsavory mythological creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Explaining to school administrators how the use of movie video clips has potentially important educational value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Unwrapping almost any sealed item from the store these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Listening to computer geeks at the computer store tell you how easy it is to install and use some new computer program you just recently bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-2191342196645441601?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2191342196645441601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=2191342196645441601' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2191342196645441601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2191342196645441601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friend-katleen-who-visits-this-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-4733608985394629498</id><published>2009-02-07T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:12:21.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbal Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SY3O-eihPsI/AAAAAAAABZ4/ddDIDj6pz8Q/s1600-h/abuse.127191846_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SY3O-eihPsI/AAAAAAAABZ4/ddDIDj6pz8Q/s400/abuse.127191846_std.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300119909230001858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-4733608985394629498?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4733608985394629498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=4733608985394629498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4733608985394629498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4733608985394629498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/verbal-abuse.html' title='Verbal Abuse'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SY3O-eihPsI/AAAAAAAABZ4/ddDIDj6pz8Q/s72-c/abuse.127191846_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7819650714436354404</id><published>2009-02-07T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:45:06.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I encountered an individual who is very skilled in the art of verbal abuse and during our brief encounter they used the entire arsenal of the abuser which includes wagging the finger, guilt, shame, moralizing, and repeated attempts to define me and my reality. The encounter was short because over the years I have learned a series of responses to diffuse and break the spells of those who resort to scorched earth tactics. The unpleasant episode reminded me of a very good book I read on the subject by Patricia Evans called The Verbally Abusive Relationship: How to recognize it and how to respond to it. Evans has written a number of  books on abuse and other related topics which include, Verbal Abuse Survivors Speak Out...Teen Torment: Overcoming Verbal Abuse at Home and School...and...Controlling People: How to Recognize, Understand, and Deal with People Who Try to Control You. I recommend her work highly and encourage anyone who is dealing with emotional/verbal abuse at home, school, work, etc. to check out her work and become a spellbreaker before you look back on your life ten years from now and wonder to yourself, "why did I tolerate" such nonsense. Here are some excerpts from her book on Verbal Abuse to give you a flavor of her thoughts on the subject...and...don't forget, "Sticks and Stones may break your bones, but words will break our hearts", Robert Fulghum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;An abuser is determined to not admit to their manipulation and need for control.If they did, they would have to come face to face with their own feelings...and...since a verbal abuser needs to have Power Over their partner, they cannot accept them as their equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;An abuser's worth is derived from a sense of one-upmanship and winning over. If one partner accomplishes something, the abuser views their accomplishment competitively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to manipulate another person, including being "friendly" only when one expects to get something from the other, suggesting disastrous outcomes to another's plans, and acting as if something has been agreed to or decided that hasn't been agreed to or decided.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When the verbal abuser refuses to discuss a problem, they prevent all possibility of resolution. In this way, they exercise control over the interpersonal reality...and...partners are frequently left with a sick, hurt feeling that is never really resolved. There is no feeling of closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verbal abuse closes the door to true communication and intimacy. Intimacy in a relationship requires mutuality. Mutuality requires goodwill, openess, and a willingness to share oneself. An abuser cannot control their partner and be intimate with them at the same time. Intimacy is lacking if there is no equality, partnership,mutuality, and goodwill...and...because of the abuser's need for dominance and their unwillingness to accept their partner as equal, the verbal abuser is compelled to negate the perceptions, experiences, values, accomplishments, and plans of their partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The more a partner shares their hopes and fears with the abuser, hoping for acceptance and intimacy, the more the abuser views their openness as weakness; the more superior they feel; the colder they become, and the more Power Over they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7819650714436354404?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7819650714436354404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7819650714436354404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7819650714436354404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7819650714436354404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/recently-i-encountered-person-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-6822327772171720923</id><published>2009-02-04T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:39:10.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I would do over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYptW_suTZI/AAAAAAAABZA/RXK_UAxI_o8/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYptW_suTZI/AAAAAAAABZA/RXK_UAxI_o8/s400/Picture+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299168153378377106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-6822327772171720923?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6822327772171720923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=6822327772171720923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6822327772171720923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6822327772171720923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-things-i-would-do-over.html' title='Some things I would do over'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYptW_suTZI/AAAAAAAABZA/RXK_UAxI_o8/s72-c/Picture+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-4787897973420298210</id><published>2009-02-04T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:36:00.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am generally not one for regretting most of my decisions of the past because it has finally sunk in that it is not a good idea to beat myself up. It's not that I don't reflect about the past because I often do but I believe that my emotional, physical, and spiritual condition at a particular time overrides my decision making process to the point that if I had to do things over I would probably make the same decision most of the time. For the sake of making conversation here is a list of some of the things that I wish I could over if I given the chance and was in the state of mind I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. I would have stayed in Oregon and not come home to Bakersfield after going to school at Oregon State. I have never liked living in Bakersfield and I can't wait to move someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. I wish I would have dated more when I was in college. Between the ages of 19 and 25 I did not have one serious romantic relationship with a Daughter of Eve. What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. I wish I would have went out for the Basketball team in high school. I was one the best players in Bakersfield in high school but had such a fear of failure I was afraid to go out for the team. I was so good that I frequently held my own playing against college players in pick up games and some of the guys I played against were starters on the Junior College state championship team. I was a scoring machine, a white version of Allen Iverson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. I wish I had traveled to Europe before I got married. I had planned to travel to Switzerland and study at L'abri, a popular religious study center but I ended up staying home, getting married and paying off my wife's student loans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. I wish I had experimented with at least one drug. To this day I have never experimented with any drug, not even beer and I just can't relate to people when they talk about drugs or drink a beer from time to time. I am like a fish out of water in most social situations because I don't drink beer, wine, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. I wish I had taken more risks in life. I have played it pretty safe most of my adult life. Lived in the same city, worked at the same high school for twenty two years and belonged to the same religious sub-culture for twenty five years. I just feel at times like I may have missed out on so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. I wish I had pursued my creative side when I was younger by taking art classes, learned to play an instrument, or something. It wasn't until I was in my forties that I discovered that I had a very strong artistic side to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. I wish I hadn't passed up two opportunities to see Dave Matthews and U-2 in concert years ago. I have a real cheap side to me and just couldn't pull the trigger on spending some bucks on a live concert but I now realize I really missed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. I wish I hadn't gotten so engulfed by my religious and political ideology for so many years. In hindsight, I think it was counterproductive to much of my life and contributed to some of my marriage problems and lack of social skills and kept me insulated from the other half of the world for a so many years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wish I discovered some of my real "issues" when I was younger. For many years I have spent so much time and energy dealing with various symptoms with little to show for it and have only figured out the major pieces of the puzzle of my life in the last five years. Better late than never, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-4787897973420298210?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4787897973420298210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=4787897973420298210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4787897973420298210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4787897973420298210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-generally-not-one-for-regretting.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5683595376803492107</id><published>2009-02-02T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:41:30.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYfK6CkC1gI/AAAAAAAABYo/PHt5ObX64V0/s1600-h/Fotolia_306997_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYfK6CkC1gI/AAAAAAAABYo/PHt5ObX64V0/s400/Fotolia_306997_S.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298426585093953026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5683595376803492107?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5683595376803492107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5683595376803492107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5683595376803492107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5683595376803492107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYfK6CkC1gI/AAAAAAAABYo/PHt5ObX64V0/s72-c/Fotolia_306997_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-6216828484358272965</id><published>2009-02-02T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:37:31.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Friendship is a necessity. If we neglect it, we will feel a vacuum in our soul. Friendship makes a major contribution to the process of soul-making and without it we feel a painful lack and debilitating weakness of heart. Friendship offers the soul intimacy and relatedness…and…without intimacy, the soul goes starving for the closeness provided by intimate relationships…In friendship, we want to receive and to be received. To the soul, there is hardly anything more healing than friendship…A friendship doesn’t require compatibility. Friendship is not essentially a union of personalities it is an attraction and magnetism of souls….It may be wise, then to cultivate friendships in an indirect manner. Friendship may not respond well to pressure….Friendship consists of mutual understanding, a common concern for each other, sensitivity to the soul work of the other….Friendship entails a paradoxical blending of intimacy and individuality….and…to the soul, there is hardly anything more healing than friendships... Thomas Moore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I get older close friendships have become more elusive yet more important. Most of my friends my age are now very busy with work and family responsibilities which more often than not prevents them from hanging out with other guys much of the time. In general women seem to be more intentional about spending time with each other and mutual support seems to be an important aspect of their time spent together. Men on the other hand often get together for sporting events or just to shoot the bull where small talk seems to rule the day more often than not. Personally, I miss time with my single friends back before I was married when we would often sit up until the wee hours of the morning sharing our lives, hopes, and dreams. I can't turn back the clock but I would hope that more men would see the importance of taking more time to cultivate their relationships with other men and pursue the potential healing that is available to those men who are willing to be vulnerable, show concern, and sensitivity for each other. We need each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-6216828484358272965?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6216828484358272965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=6216828484358272965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6216828484358272965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6216828484358272965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-is-necessity.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3501018829299524825</id><published>2009-02-01T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:00:41.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you listening God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYXjI5wpwVI/AAAAAAAABYY/HnroHtu9lXA/s1600-h/1160586013-House_of_Prayer_For_All_Nations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYXjI5wpwVI/AAAAAAAABYY/HnroHtu9lXA/s400/1160586013-House_of_Prayer_For_All_Nations.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297890278754599250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3501018829299524825?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3501018829299524825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3501018829299524825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3501018829299524825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3501018829299524825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-listening-god.html' title='Are you listening God?'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYXjI5wpwVI/AAAAAAAABYY/HnroHtu9lXA/s72-c/1160586013-House_of_Prayer_For_All_Nations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-6634511982080629051</id><published>2009-02-01T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:55:09.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is beginning to look serious. Much of California has experienced a drought the past two years and with no serious rain in sight it now looks like this will be the third year in a row we will get about half or less of our annual rainfall amount. Last year it was very dry in my neck of the woods, less than two and a half inches of rain for the entire year!...While California  has an annual snow pack we can fall back on the snow pack to this point is only about 60% of normal. The coastal areas from Ventura to Monterey are going to be hurtin for certain because they get all their water from local reservoirs...which means...they may have to ration water by not watering their lawns and taking even more drastic measures. Personally, I miss the rain in large part because when it doesn't rain it looks just down right ugly in my neck of the woods and the air quality sucks. So, God, if you are reading my blog right now please send us some rain, snow, and wind because we need it really, really, bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-6634511982080629051?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6634511982080629051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=6634511982080629051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6634511982080629051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6634511982080629051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-beginning-to-look-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5013754940906234378</id><published>2009-01-30T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:44:25.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilbo's Favorite Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYPzNqnY0fI/AAAAAAAABYA/eDkjM4URN_I/s1600-h/tori+Amos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYPzNqnY0fI/AAAAAAAABYA/eDkjM4URN_I/s400/tori+Amos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297345002821177842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5013754940906234378?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5013754940906234378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5013754940906234378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5013754940906234378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5013754940906234378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/bilbos-favorite-songs.html' title='Bilbo&apos;s Favorite Songs'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYPzNqnY0fI/AAAAAAAABYA/eDkjM4URN_I/s72-c/tori+Amos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-4759893647528251147</id><published>2009-01-29T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:38:48.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I tackled my favorite soundtracks a couple of days ago I thought I would next move on to my some of my all-time favorite songs. Here is a list of twenty of my favorite songs with a few brief comments. The order is random and doesn't correlate with the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Strange Waters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;by Bruce Cockburn&lt;/span&gt;. This modern day psalm captures my journey and state of my soul better than any song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Song by Elton John.&lt;/span&gt; I fell in love with this song in 1970 and I have loved it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Into the West by Annie Lennox&lt;/span&gt; from the Lord of the Rings soundtrack. I want this song to be played at my funeral. It touches my soul every time I hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeremy by Pearl Jam.&lt;/span&gt; I can relate to Jeremy. I feel your pain and someday hope to meet you in the next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Almost any song by the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cambridge Singers&lt;/span&gt;. This is what the angels will be  singing when I walk through the pearly gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beyond These Shores by Iona.&lt;/span&gt; My latest favorite song. This song lifts my soul when I am lonely and feeling down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues.&lt;/span&gt; Classic rock. I can still remember listening to this song late at night on the local FM stations as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Child of the Wind by Bruce Cockburn.&lt;/span&gt; I swear this song is about me. If I ever meet Cockburn I am going to ask him he wrote this song with me in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Good Morning Sunshine by Oliver.&lt;/span&gt; I wish I could wake up to this song every morning. It's better than coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Seascapes by Michael Jones.&lt;/span&gt; I have been listening to this song/album for over 20 years and I never get tired of listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;U-2.&lt;/span&gt; I can't just pick one. How about the following, Bad, 40, City of Blinding Lights, New Years Day, With or Without You, Unforgettable Fire, and Until the End of the World.  Ask me another day and I'll probably give you a five or six different songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; The Walrus by the Beatles. &lt;/span&gt;One of the most unique and weird song I have ever heard. It's right up there with "Puffy Little Clouds" by The Orb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Faceless Man by Creed.&lt;/span&gt; When the angst meter is running high I turn to this song by Creed. Scott Stapp must have broken a blood vessel when recording this song in the studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Winter and I Can't see New York by Tori Amos.&lt;/span&gt; The most beautiful haunting songs by this wonderful artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea.&lt;/span&gt; Before there was Nirvana and grunge there was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Riders on the Storm by the Doors.&lt;/span&gt; Oldie but goodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kashmir by Led Zeppelin.&lt;/span&gt; The best gym work out song in history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm Your Captain by Grand Funk Railroad.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Dave for bringing this song back into my life and thanks USC for beating Michigan. I won this song in a bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caoineadh Cu Chulainn (Lament) Riverdance&lt;/span&gt; This song captures the soul and spirit of the Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Almost any song by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;John Michael Talbot. &lt;/span&gt;His songs take me back to my spiritual roots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-4759893647528251147?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4759893647528251147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=4759893647528251147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4759893647528251147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4759893647528251147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-i-tackled-my-favorite-soundtracks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-377446868857126374</id><published>2009-01-28T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:42:28.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Soundtracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYEzmXIaciI/AAAAAAAABXg/8LLvSMYLgLA/s1600-h/B0000DZEA1.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYEzmXIaciI/AAAAAAAABXg/8LLvSMYLgLA/s400/B0000DZEA1.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296571370901762594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-377446868857126374?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/377446868857126374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=377446868857126374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/377446868857126374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/377446868857126374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-soundtracks.html' title='My Favorite Soundtracks'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SYEzmXIaciI/AAAAAAAABXg/8LLvSMYLgLA/s72-c/B0000DZEA1.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7060930981854373661</id><published>2009-01-28T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:02:45.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started buying movie soundtracks prior to the release of the Lord of the Rings. I was so excited about seeing the movie I just had to get something to keep me from going over the edge before the opening night. This is also when I started buying LOTR's action figures, but that's another story for another time. Here is a list of some of my favorite movie soundtracks. I think soundtracks are generally under appreciated and underrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt;, all three soundtracks... Like the movie, the music is majestic and epic. I put it in the league with listening to one of Bach's Masses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friends, Elton John&lt;/span&gt;...Many years ago Elton John performed the music for a movie  called Friends. I don't know anything about the movie. I think it was a French production but the music is very romantic and some of his best. If you like early Elton John, you'll like this little gem. I doubt if the soundtrack is still available but many of the songs can be found on his Rare Masters album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dances With Wolves&lt;/span&gt;: This soundtrack is as big, and bold as the broad sweeping landscape and cinematography of the film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Into the Wild: Eddie Vedder&lt;/span&gt; the front man for Pearl Jam sings the songs for this soundtrack. A match made in heaven. His haunting voice is perfect for the storyline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Braveheart&lt;/span&gt;: I am a sucker for anything Irish or Celtic. This soundtrack helps to &lt;br /&gt;    reinforce my opinion that pound for pound the Irish are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Last Samurai and The House of Flying Daggers:&lt;/span&gt; When I want or need to be in a &lt;br /&gt;    moment I turn on either one of these two soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the Name of the Father:&lt;/span&gt; Oldy but goody. The movie stars Daniel Day Lewis.  An eclectic collection of songs but the soundtrack is worth it for the songs by Bono and Sinead Oconner. Powerful stuff. Maybe one of Bono's best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Once Soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt; Nice collection of catchy tunes. Loved the movie. One of my favorites form last year. Alot of passion went into the movie and some of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Titanic: &lt;/span&gt;Great date music. Very romantic, just like the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt; I actually like and think the soundtrack is better than the movie. Give it a listen sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7060930981854373661?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7060930981854373661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7060930981854373661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7060930981854373661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7060930981854373661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-started-buying-movie-soundtracks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5154162467607000322</id><published>2009-01-25T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:05:54.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts about Bilbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SX1Ekjk-r3I/AAAAAAAABXY/3keVhPQmSm0/s1600-h/IMG_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SX1Ekjk-r3I/AAAAAAAABXY/3keVhPQmSm0/s400/IMG_0953.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295464131673894770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5154162467607000322?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5154162467607000322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5154162467607000322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5154162467607000322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5154162467607000322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts-about-bilbo.html' title='Random Thoughts about Bilbo'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SX1Ekjk-r3I/AAAAAAAABXY/3keVhPQmSm0/s72-c/IMG_0953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-658502273501529189</id><published>2009-01-25T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:36:02.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I noticed a number of fellow cyberspace junkies posting 15 to 25 random thoughts about themselves. I really enjoyed reading what they wrote so I thought I would post some random thoughts about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25. I once lost 25 pounds in six days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24. My family were migrant field workers from Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 23. I was adopted by my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 22. I was born in Santa Cruz California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 21. I wanted to be a forest ranger up until I was 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20. I once saw a Unicorn in the wild...kind of...really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19. I attended four different colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18. My favorite musicians are U-2 and Bruce Cockburn. It's a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17. My favorite "current" authors are David Richo and&lt;br /&gt;     Thomas Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. I aspire to be a very good photographer someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15. I have cried more in the past year than in all my previous years combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. I am a book collector. I specialize in illustrated books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. I own too many pairs of shoes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 12. I hope to get married again someday. Bag End has been a lonely &lt;br /&gt;     place for too long.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 11. I have a Russian Icon that hangs above my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. My favorite vacation destination is Redwood National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  9. I think we should slash the military budget in half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8. My two sisters married the same guy at different times in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7. I love the wind blowing on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6. I don't get it why so many people like the popular reality shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5. I once beat my chess coach 40 plus times in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4. I never acquired a taste for coffee,tea, beer, wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. I eat a Healthy Choice chocolate bar almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2. Chris Matthews is my favorite political pundit and Charlie Rose my favorite &lt;br /&gt;     interviewer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. I hope to take a trip to Europe and go on a cross country drive before I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-658502273501529189?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/658502273501529189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=658502273501529189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/658502273501529189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/658502273501529189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-noticed-number-of-fellow-cyberspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7362038632657988431</id><published>2008-12-29T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:02:30.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Visit to Christmas Around the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVmBEMNCGEI/AAAAAAAABVs/umtWRBOmRQ4/s1600-h/IMG_5005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVmBEMNCGEI/AAAAAAAABVs/umtWRBOmRQ4/s400/IMG_5005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285397546691336258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7362038632657988431?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7362038632657988431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7362038632657988431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7362038632657988431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7362038632657988431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-visit-to-christmas-around-world.html' title='Another Visit to Christmas Around the World'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVmBEMNCGEI/AAAAAAAABVs/umtWRBOmRQ4/s72-c/IMG_5005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-8819306834905855286</id><published>2008-12-29T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:00:26.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went back to the Christmas Around the World exhibit for the sixth time. Why six times?...On the previous five visits I have taken a friend or family member to see what is the second largest nativity exhibit in the world. This time I went back to finish photographing some of the nativities and ornaments I had passed over on my previous photo shoot. It has been a pleasure to photograph this exhibit and it has helped to hone my skills photographing indoors which has always been a challenge for me. I hope you enjoy this latest edition of Christmas displays from the Christmas Around the World exhibit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-8819306834905855286?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8819306834905855286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=8819306834905855286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8819306834905855286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8819306834905855286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-went-back-to-christmas-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5918684929055844962</id><published>2008-12-29T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:47:28.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl9qTFitbI/AAAAAAAABVk/ceUAiOEIPyQ/s1600-h/IMG_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl9qTFitbI/AAAAAAAABVk/ceUAiOEIPyQ/s400/IMG_5019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285393803327485362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5918684929055844962?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5918684929055844962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5918684929055844962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5918684929055844962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5918684929055844962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_8605.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl9qTFitbI/AAAAAAAABVk/ceUAiOEIPyQ/s72-c/IMG_5019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7440946687772506969</id><published>2008-12-29T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:45:37.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl9OoD-HjI/AAAAAAAABVc/fIX7bBSl9dQ/s1600-h/IMG_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl9OoD-HjI/AAAAAAAABVc/fIX7bBSl9dQ/s400/IMG_5011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285393327921700402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7440946687772506969?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7440946687772506969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7440946687772506969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7440946687772506969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7440946687772506969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_4290.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl9OoD-HjI/AAAAAAAABVc/fIX7bBSl9dQ/s72-c/IMG_5011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-2954475354383558034</id><published>2008-12-29T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:44:08.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl81hg0REI/AAAAAAAABVU/0SvxmgxVeIA/s1600-h/IMG_5008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl81hg0REI/AAAAAAAABVU/0SvxmgxVeIA/s400/IMG_5008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285392896666911810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-2954475354383558034?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2954475354383558034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=2954475354383558034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2954475354383558034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2954475354383558034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_6096.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl81hg0REI/AAAAAAAABVU/0SvxmgxVeIA/s72-c/IMG_5008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5448791662778009679</id><published>2008-12-29T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:42:35.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl8fEDfK3I/AAAAAAAABVM/HXtogiQ22jg/s1600-h/IMG_5007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl8fEDfK3I/AAAAAAAABVM/HXtogiQ22jg/s400/IMG_5007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285392510802144114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5448791662778009679?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5448791662778009679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5448791662778009679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5448791662778009679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5448791662778009679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_8401.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl8fEDfK3I/AAAAAAAABVM/HXtogiQ22jg/s72-c/IMG_5007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-1917366179051741727</id><published>2008-12-29T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:40:57.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl8Irdq8VI/AAAAAAAABVE/UKwjKhEhrXk/s1600-h/IMG_4989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl61qmGbmI/AAAAAAAABUs/HEUJrkL6GpI/s400/IMG_4969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285390700081737314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3277860307540310735?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3277860307540310735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3277860307540310735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3277860307540310735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3277860307540310735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_2251.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl61qmGbmI/AAAAAAAABUs/HEUJrkL6GpI/s72-c/IMG_4969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5960299858492059192</id><published>2008-12-29T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:33:44.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl6cHxCNnI/AAAAAAAABUk/4_hOhGfV91Y/s1600-h/IMG_4965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl4UFN9QbI/AAAAAAAABUU/WM-M9Xvb5tI/s400/IMG_4957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285387924089422258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7740530672207332925?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7740530672207332925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7740530672207332925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7740530672207332925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7740530672207332925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SVl4UFN9QbI/AAAAAAAABUU/WM-M9Xvb5tI/s72-c/IMG_4957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-6259761841860201493</id><published>2008-12-20T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:33:56.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Around the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3jQsNPqMI/AAAAAAAABUM/FWR-PI8z4_k/s1600-h/IMG_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3jQsNPqMI/AAAAAAAABUM/FWR-PI8z4_k/s400/IMG_4789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282127813859584194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-6259761841860201493?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6259761841860201493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=6259761841860201493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6259761841860201493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6259761841860201493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-around-world.html' title='Christmas Around the World'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3jQsNPqMI/AAAAAAAABUM/FWR-PI8z4_k/s72-c/IMG_4789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7384235032707407897</id><published>2008-12-20T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:02:54.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earlier today I visited the Christmas Around the World exhibit for the second time during this past week. The exhibit includes over 2000 nativities from all around the world and is spectacular and hands down the best Christmas exhibit I  have attended in Bakersfield. It is worthy of museum status in my opinion. If you want to see more pictures you can see them over at my photography site called &lt;a href="http://agnonyandestasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bilbo's Adventures. &lt;/a&gt; During the holiday season I try to get out as much as I can and attend as many local Christmas events as possible. Christmas is a special time of the year and the holiday lights, Christmas music, church services, and various Christmas festivities helps make it truly a magical time of the year, even if the economy sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7384235032707407897?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7384235032707407897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7384235032707407897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7384235032707407897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7384235032707407897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/earlier-today-i-visited-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-2693196318734495130</id><published>2008-12-20T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:25:28.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3hTlC-B_I/AAAAAAAABUE/buPsvEQn35A/s1600-h/IMG_4757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3hHY5qKQI/AAAAAAAABT8/2rDmK1T_PxM/s400/IMG_4724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282125455035083010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-8435152582146702292?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8435152582146702292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=8435152582146702292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8435152582146702292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8435152582146702292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3hHY5qKQI/AAAAAAAABT8/2rDmK1T_PxM/s72-c/IMG_4724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7561663664771326472</id><published>2008-12-20T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:21:53.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3gdtfJpGI/AAAAAAAABT0/-OUYLu2_ikY/s1600-h/IMG_4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3gdtfJpGI/AAAAAAAABT0/-OUYLu2_ikY/s400/IMG_4709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282124739006538850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7561663664771326472?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7561663664771326472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7561663664771326472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7561663664771326472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7561663664771326472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SU3gdtfJpGI/AAAAAAAABT0/-OUYLu2_ikY/s72-c/IMG_4709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-8081953516336658521</id><published>2008-11-29T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:53:14.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enchantment of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/STI4SqY9p3I/AAAAAAAABQk/nYq8yUbN4fE/s1600-h/IMG_4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/STI4SqY9p3I/AAAAAAAABQk/nYq8yUbN4fE/s400/IMG_4620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274340006872065906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-8081953516336658521?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8081953516336658521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=8081953516336658521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8081953516336658521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8081953516336658521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/enchantment-of-christmas_29.html' title='The Enchantment of Christmas'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/STI4SqY9p3I/AAAAAAAABQk/nYq8yUbN4fE/s72-c/IMG_4620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3812043580648976254</id><published>2008-11-29T22:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:11:40.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week-end marks the beginning of the Holiday season. While we all look forward to eating turkey, pumpkin pie, putting up Christmas trees and spending time with loved ones for a significant number of people the holiday season also signifies a time of stress and deep depression for some. Personally I generally have my highest highs and lowest lows during this time of the year. Since my divorce over seven years ago I have really bounced around during the holiday season going here and there often not sure who or where I am going to spend Thanksgiving or Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to ward off the holiday blues this season I am trying to be more intentional about what I do and where I go for the holidays. Over the past couple of days I have spent a significant amount of time decorating my house in an effort to create an atmosphere that will hopefully lift my soul and the spirit of anyone who comes to visit. So far I am really pleased with what I have created this year. Over the years my holiday tastes have evolved to include a bit of almost everything from traditional nativity scenes to gnomes, dragons, fairies, and my latest Christmas Viking ship decoration. To the Christmas traditionalist my house may appear to be an eclectic mass of Christmas schizophrenia but there is a method to my apparent madness. It’s called “enchantment” and for at least the past eighteen years or so I have slowly, gradually, and methodically surrounded myself with objects and mythological beings which are by their very nature incarnations of the spirit of enchantment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure where the origins of this magical/mythical appeal are rooted. Perhaps it originally started when I became obsessed as a boy with watching Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer…or…maybe it all started with the birth of my two sons eighteen years ago. Whatever the case, my heart and home are now inhabited by religious and mythological symbols and beings which help to create a feeling of enchantment and in a world filled with so much cynicism and assumed cold hard facts it is always good to come home to an alternative world filled with creatures, beings and powerful religious and mythical symbols which remind us of the beauty and enchantment that co-exist with a world dominated by science, politics, competing ideologies and some religious people who seem determined to squelch anything magical or mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day I spent time photographing some of the enchanting symbols and creatures who now inhabit my humble abode and I have posted the entire collection of this years Christmas decorations on my photography blog called &lt;a href="http://agnonyandestasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bilbo’s Adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3812043580648976254?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3812043580648976254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3812043580648976254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3812043580648976254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3812043580648976254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-week-end-marks-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-1719135678210173096</id><published>2008-11-29T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:17:51.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/STHbpC2Q6OI/AAAAAAAABQU/SLUYmLfQEJc/s1600-h/IMG_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SRFTMMRb7FI/AAAAAAAAA4k/e5nX4rLUrIg/s400/president3_081104_xwide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265080908290714706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-2094294272921747950?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2094294272921747950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=2094294272921747950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2094294272921747950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2094294272921747950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing-new-president-of-united.html' title='Introducing the new President of the United States'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SRFTMMRb7FI/AAAAAAAAA4k/e5nX4rLUrIg/s72-c/president3_081104_xwide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-1756614771674556692</id><published>2008-11-04T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:02:28.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's midnight on the west coast and I am too tired to say much...but...I did want to say that it was a wonderful day seeing Barack Obama elected the 44th president of the United States and I am so happy to see that a campaign run on integrity, for the most part, can win an election. Great night and a day of inspiration for millions of people today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-1756614771674556692?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1756614771674556692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=1756614771674556692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1756614771674556692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1756614771674556692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-midnight-on-west-coast-and-i-am-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-8172611518527219589</id><published>2008-10-25T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:11:43.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of the Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SQPRzuC46tI/AAAAAAAAA4U/yFSBsjSDFis/s1600-h/barack-obama-antar-dayal-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SQPRzuC46tI/AAAAAAAAA4U/yFSBsjSDFis/s400/barack-obama-antar-dayal-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261279476162554578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-8172611518527219589?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8172611518527219589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=8172611518527219589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8172611518527219589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8172611518527219589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/highlight-of-campaign.html' title='Highlight of the Campaign'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SQPRzuC46tI/AAAAAAAAA4U/yFSBsjSDFis/s72-c/barack-obama-antar-dayal-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7165687599491085670</id><published>2008-10-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:24:15.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I spent the morning working for the Barack Obama campaign. I must admit I was a bit anxious going into some of the poorest neighborhoods in our city where you generally don't see any middle class white guys walking around. I wasn't particularly anxious about talking to African Americans, rather, I was concerned about running into pit bulls who often roam the streets of poor neighborhoods in my neck of the woods. I was so glad I wore my Barack Obama tee shirt. The tee shirt apparently gave me street cred with the locals who to my surprise treated me with a certain amount of celebrity status as soon as the spotted Barack's infectous smile on the front of my tee shirt. Even some of the local gangsters types stopped and talked with me as I moved about the apartment complex where we were canvassing. All in all it was a very positive experience but one encounter in particular really touched me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to the door and knocked on the screen door. The voice on the other end yelled, what do you want?...I walked right up to the screen door and our eyes met. She peered at my eyes...she looked suspicious... probably wandering what a middle class white guy was doing in her poor neighborhood where only poor minorities, mostly African Americans lived. I spoke up and said with a loud voice..."I am a volunteer for the Obama Campaign." The door flung open and to my surprise she threw her arms around me as if she had been waiting for my arrival for months and then this 83 year old frail woman who is dying of cancer danced around the living room while she sang the praises of Barack Obama. She then said something about hoping to live long enough to vote on election day.She then grabbed my hand and led me into her living room where I sat for about fifteen minutes listening to her story about cancer and living in a crack infested apartment complex. She then asked if she could have a Barack Obama button like the one I was wearing. I gave her mine. She was so happy and before I left I asked her if she needed a ride to the voting booth on election day. She said she did so when I got back to the headquarters later that day I made arrangements for someone to pick her up and take her to the voting booth... I will probably never see this dear soul again on this side of heaven but I don't think I will ever forget the spirit of this woman who I hope and pray lives long enough to cast her vote for Barack Obama on November 3.  I was deeply touched by her even though I was only in her presence for such a brief time. This was the highlight of the campaign season for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7165687599491085670?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7165687599491085670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7165687599491085670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7165687599491085670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7165687599491085670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-spent-morning-working-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3331437473505918446</id><published>2008-10-05T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:12:42.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your facts straight Palin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOjZTneb5kI/AAAAAAAAA30/YgQqiiOUpYY/s1600-h/1236_1212768562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOjZTneb5kI/AAAAAAAAA30/YgQqiiOUpYY/s400/1236_1212768562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253687896365065794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3331437473505918446?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3331437473505918446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3331437473505918446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3331437473505918446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3331437473505918446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-your-facts-straight-palin.html' title='Get your facts straight Palin'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOjZTneb5kI/AAAAAAAAA30/YgQqiiOUpYY/s72-c/1236_1212768562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5515770883259636925</id><published>2008-10-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:09:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is what FACT CHECK had to say about Palin's suggestion that Obama "pals around with terrorists"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Statement:&lt;/span&gt; Republican vice presidential candidate Gov. Sarah Palin said Saturday, October 4, that Democratic presidential nominee Barack Obama is "someone who sees America, it seems, as being so imperfect that he's palling around with terrorists who would target their own country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the facts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Facts:&lt;/span&gt; In making the charge at a fund-raising event in Englewood, Colorado, and a rally in Carson, California, Palin was referring at least in part to William Ayers, a 1960s radical. In both appearances, Palin cited a front-page article in Saturday's New York Times detailing the working relationship between Obama and Ayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1960s, Ayers was a founding member of the radical Weather Underground group that carried out a string of bombings of federal buildings, including the Pentagon and the U.S. Capitol, in protest against the Vietnam War. The now-defunct group was labeled a "domestic terrorist group" by the FBI, and Ayers and his wife, Bernadine Dohrn — also a Weather Underground member — spent 10 years as fugitives in the 1970s. Federal charges against them were dropped due to FBI misconduct in gathering evidence against them, and they resurfaced in 1980. Both Ayers and Dohrn ultimately became university professors in Chicago, with Ayers, 63, now an education professor at the University of Illinois at Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama's Chicago home is in the same neighborhood where Ayers and Dohrn live. Beginning in 1995, Ayers and Obama worked with the non-profit Chicago Annenberg Challenge on a huge school improvement project. The Annenberg Challenge was for cities to compete for $50 million grants to improve public education. Ayers fought to bring the grant to Chicago, and Obama was recruited onto the board. Also from 1999 through 2001 both were board members on the Woods Fund, a charitable foundation that gave money to various causes, including the Trinity United Church that Obama attended and Northwestern University Law Schools' Children and Family Justice Center, where Dohrn worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN's review of project records found nothing to suggest anything inappropriate in the volunteer projects in which the two men were involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama campaign spokesman Ben LaBolt told CNN that after meeting Obama through the Annenberg project, Ayers hosted a campaign event for him that same year when then-Illinois state Sen. Alice Palmer, who planned to run for Congress, introduced the young community organizer as her chosen successor. LaBolt also said the two have not spoken by phone or exchanged e-mail messages since Obama came to the U.S. Senate in 2005 and last met more than a year ago when they encountered each other on the street in their Hyde Park neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extent of Obama's relationship with Ayers came up during the Democratic presidential primaries earlier this year, and Obama explained it by saying, "This is a guy who lives in my neighborhood … the notion that somehow as a consequence of me knowing somebody who engaged in detestable acts 40 years ago — when I was 8 years old — somehow reflects on me and my values doesn't make much sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times article cited by Palin concluded that "the two men do not appear to have been close. Nor has Mr. Obama ever expressed sympathy for the radical views and actions of Mr. Ayers." Other publications, including the Washington Post, Time magazine, the Chicago Sun-Times, The New Yorker and The New Republic, have said that their reporting doesn't support the idea that Obama and Ayers had a close relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McCain campaign did not respond Saturday to a request for elaboration on Palin's use of the plural "terrorists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Verdict: False.&lt;/span&gt; There is no indication that Ayers and Obama are now "palling around," or that they have had an ongoing relationship in the past three years. Also, there is nothing to suggest that Ayers is now involved in terrorist activity or that other Obama associates are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5515770883259636925?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5515770883259636925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5515770883259636925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5515770883259636925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5515770883259636925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-is-what-fact-check-had-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-998959949550478414</id><published>2008-10-05T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:52:28.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAME ON YOU!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOjUlF1YfEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jjpam6vuce4/s1600-h/palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOjUlF1YfEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jjpam6vuce4/s400/palin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253682699014011970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-998959949550478414?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/998959949550478414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=998959949550478414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/998959949550478414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/998959949550478414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/shame-on-you.html' title='SHAME ON YOU!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOjUlF1YfEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jjpam6vuce4/s72-c/palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-8065204744283636650</id><published>2008-10-05T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T07:51:33.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday at a fund-raising event in Colorado, Sarah Palin said, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Our opponent though, is someone who sees America, it seems, as being so imperfect that he's palling around with terrorists who would target their own country."&lt;/span&gt;... Shame on you Sarah Palin...Shame on you John McCain if you do not denounce this outrageous statement...Shame on the Republican party if you don't call for Sarah Palin to step down...Shame on any Republican if you in any way try to defend or rationalize this as politics... Shame on the campaign manager of John McCain for repeatedly playing the politics of fear...Shame on the political pundits if they don't call Sarah Palin and John McCain on the carpet...Shame on the radio political talking heads if they try to spin this and suggest, imply, or assert there is any truth to this statement,...and...shame on the American people if they don't stand up and say with a loud voice, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"enough is enough"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-8065204744283636650?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8065204744283636650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=8065204744283636650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8065204744283636650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8065204744283636650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-at-fund-raising-event-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7866993638233752669</id><published>2008-10-04T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:37:12.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Six Pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOeNjjxRwtI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cPTyN-IhQNA/s1600-h/17160_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOeNjjxRwtI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cPTyN-IhQNA/s400/17160_logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253323132387836626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7866993638233752669?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7866993638233752669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7866993638233752669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7866993638233752669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7866993638233752669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/joe-six-pack.html' title='Joe Six Pack'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SOeNjjxRwtI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cPTyN-IhQNA/s72-c/17160_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3972882758196723886</id><published>2008-10-04T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:38:17.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Chris Matthews:&lt;/span&gt; Welcome everyone to Hardball. Today's guest is Joe Six-pac from Idaho. Welcome Joe. What did you think of Sarah Palin's performance last night in the debate, Joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe Six-pac:&lt;/span&gt; Sarah body slammed the "other Joe", Chris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; But,the polls indicate that Biden won by double digits. CBS reported among non-committed voters that Biden won 46 percent to 21 and CNN reported Biden won 51 to 36.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe Six-pac:&lt;/span&gt; Come on Chris, what would you expect from two socialist leaning liberal bias news agencies? Drudge reported that 8 out of ten people who responded to their website said Palin beat Joe Biden, hand's down.  Them's the facts Chris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Are you suggesting Joe that Drudge is not bias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe Six-pac:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone knows the liberal media is biased, Chris...except...the liberal media itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; So, why do you think Palin won Joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; Did you see the wink Chris?...come on...She hit him with the facts, hard, and often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; But, alot of her facts were simply wrong, Joe...and...she often distorted and stretched the truth. It was like watching a female version of Pinocchio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; There you go Chris. Attacking her. That is all the liberal media knows how to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Joe, don't you care if she gets the facts straight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; You liberal media socialists wouldn't know a fact if it hit you between the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Let's move on...Palin looked and sounded like a robot...She didn't answer many of the questions...and...she simply repeated the talking points her handlers have been feeding her over the past week? Doesn't that bother you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; What bothers me Chris is that Biden and Obama are socialists...and...all they know to do is tax and spend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; You didn't answer my question Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; I am not going to play the liberal media's favorite game of gotcha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; So, Joe, why do you think Sarah Palin is qualified to be the next Vice President?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; She is a maverick Chris, and she is going to clean house in Washington when her and McCain win in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Really...Where is this unbridled confidence coming from? What makes you think McCain and Palin can control the Democratic house and senate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; Not sure what unbridled means. The liberal media always uses big words when they can't handle the facts. That is why they are elitists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Biden and Obama assert that McCain and Palin represent four more years of George Bush. Can you explain how a McCain/Palin ticket is different from Bush in the areas of foreign policy and the economy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; Didn't you listen to what I said earlier Chris? Palin and McCain are mavericks....All Biden and Obama want to do is surrender in Iraq and tax and spend. McCain will win the war in Iraq and bring our soldiers home with honor...and...McCain will capture Bin Landin. Did you know Chris that Obama voted to cut off support for the troops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Joe, did you know that McCain voted against funding of the troops as well?...and...he voted against increased spending for vets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; How dare you question McCain's patriotism. He served this country with dignity and honor and has always put his country first...unlike...Obama who is only interested in himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; There you go again, trying to change the subject and not answering my questions. You are beginning to sound like Sarah Palin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; There you go again Chris...attacking me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Do you guys ever feel an obligation to answer any questions of the media?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; We answer the questions Chris, but the liberal media don't listen because they are bias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Look of frustration...moving on...Yesterday, McCain asserted that he has told the absolute truth 100% of the time. Do you really believe this Joe?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; The liberal media wouldn't know the truth if God delivered it personally. I believe John McCain, not the liberal media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; In closing...I'll give you the last word Joe. Tell the American people why Sarah Palin would make a good vice President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt; She will make a great VP because she will bring American values back to the White House...and...she, and McCain will get our economy back on track by cutting out all the pork barrel spending in Washington that has occurred since the liberals took over the congress. She will make America the shining light on the hill that Reagan talked about...but most important...she and McCain will stop this country from becoming a socialist country which is what "will" happen if Obama and Biden win the election. The choice is simple. We can choose socialism and tyranny or we can choose democracy, capitalism, and freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Joe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3972882758196723886?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3972882758196723886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3972882758196723886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3972882758196723886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3972882758196723886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/chris-matthews-welcome-everyone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5272038915585632388</id><published>2008-09-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:16:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Toad's Wild Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SNRAs6o5q7I/AAAAAAAAA3c/56x8lGMfrg4/s1600-h/getaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SNRAs6o5q7I/AAAAAAAAA3c/56x8lGMfrg4/s400/getaway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247890606192700338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5272038915585632388?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5272038915585632388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5272038915585632388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5272038915585632388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5272038915585632388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-toads-wild-ride.html' title='Mr. Toad&apos;s Wild Ride'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SNRAs6o5q7I/AAAAAAAAA3c/56x8lGMfrg4/s72-c/getaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7100673232854613728</id><published>2008-09-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:12:45.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s been a wild ride both personally and nationally this week. On the personal front I haven’t been home before 10:00 on three different nights this week…and…I just barely crawled across the finish line on Friday…On the national front the stock market has experienced some of the wildest fluctuations in history due to the collapse, bankruptcy, and bail outs of some of our largest financial institutions…While I have taught economics for over 15 years I confess I don’t know what to make of it all and am reluctant to offer any specific suggestions or criticism at this time  regarding the governments response to the current economic meltdown. In other words, I am in a “let’s just wait and see” mode. While I don’t have any strong admonitions or thoughts about the recent actions by the current administration I do have some very strong feelings about the various  events surrounding this economic debacle. Here are a few of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I have a really, really, bad feeling about our current economic situation. While I understand the rational for bailing out the various financial institutions I don’t have much confidence that this plan is going to rescue or solve our serious economic woes anytime soon. The government has added an additional trillion dollars to a debt that has already doubled over the past eight years…and…I can’t help wondering “when” this is going to trigger some serious hyper inflation which will completely wipe out the most economically vulnerable of us in a flash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.While I do empathize with those who suggest that we restrain ourselves from too &lt;br /&gt;much finger pointing I do believe that the current administration and those who support without reservation a “trickle down”/ absolutist laissez-faire approach to the relationship between the government and economics do bare a significant amount of responsibility for the serious mess we find ourselves in.  Some have suggested that almost everyone is to blame, including, homeowners who supposedly should have known better to buy a house they could not afford. While I concur that there is enough blame to go around it is hard for me to blame people for wanting to own their own home when given the opportunity. While George Bush is certainly not the only person to blame I do believe his administration and the economic advisors he consulted with contributed to the environment that allowed for the economic carnival atmosphere which has been par for the course on Wall Street since George Bush arrived at the White House eight years to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.While thousands of employees and tens of thousands of investors stand to lose  almost everything it currently appears that fat cat CEO’s  will walk away almost unscathed. Richard Fuld of Lehman’s Brothers has made in access of 350 million dollars over the past five years and there are reports that some of the CEO’s are now hiring lawyers to secure what money is still owed them. Personally, I find this aspect of the current economic meltdown morally repugnant. Republicans like to assert that critics of their trickle down economic philosophy promote class warfare but I can think of no better way to stimulate class warfare than to create an economic environment where there is such a gap between the workers, managers and owners…and…it is “my hope” that politicians on both sides of the aisle will come to the place where they are willing to put some teeth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thought…Earlier today the federal government pumped billions into preventing the stock market from slipping into oblivion which caused another round of frenzy activity on Wall Street. While the recent action by the feds may have temporarily stopped the bloodletting on Wall Street it remains to be seen what will happen in the weeks and months to come. It is my hope that our economy will gradually rebound in the months to come but it is my suspicion that there is more bad news to come as the “perfect storm” is not finished wrecking havoc on our economy. Conservatives like to assert that government regulation will doom our economy and while I do believe there is some truth to this assertion I have also come to the conclusion that if business doesn’t regulate itself it will only be a matter of time until the government steps in and does what apparently the business community lacks the will to do for itself...and...if our financial institutions become socialistic in the process than the carnival ring leaders of Wall Street will have no one to blame but themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7100673232854613728?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7100673232854613728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7100673232854613728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7100673232854613728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7100673232854613728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-wild-ride-both-personally-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-2808036464120650813</id><published>2008-09-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:17:12.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Rally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SM04-5I3EiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZfHYrRRIRt4/s1600-h/shepard-fairey-barack-obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SM04-5I3EiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZfHYrRRIRt4/s400/shepard-fairey-barack-obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245911794097525282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-2808036464120650813?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2808036464120650813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=2808036464120650813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2808036464120650813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2808036464120650813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/obama-rally.html' title='Obama Rally'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SM04-5I3EiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZfHYrRRIRt4/s72-c/shepard-fairey-barack-obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5294301484541567992</id><published>2008-09-14T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:24:03.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I attended a local Barack Obama fundraiser and organizational meeting last night at a local Basque restaurant and it was encouraging to see so much diversity. There were young people, old people, and every age in between. There were African Americans, Hispanics and suburban white guys like me. We were all one big happy political family under the umbrella of the Obama campaign. It was really nice being around so many people who are as energized as me about Obama. I live in a very conservative area and I seldom get the opportunity to rub shoulders with more than one person at a time who shares my political or religious perspective on the world. The whole event last night was kind of like sitting down and watching a USC game with a room full of USC football fanatics. It was just fun....My only complaint was the music. No U-2. Barack Obama national rallies seem to always open with U-2's City of Blinding Lights or It's a Beautiful Day. I'll have to talk to the local powers that be and maybe we can arrange to get some U-2 music at the next rally...Apparently the activity in the Democratic party in my neck of the woods has been working with a skeleton crew for some time now but it now looks like a potential sleeping giant may be waking up from decades of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't have much more to add to this story. It was a lovely evening hanging out with Obama Momma's and those of us who are new to the local political scene. There is a lot of things happening locally in the weeks to come and I'll try to post the latest happenings along the way. I'll be making some phone calls and working at the Obama booth at the fair and I am currently considering traveling out of state for a week-end or two and doing some work to get help Obama win the swing state of Nevada. I know the national polls have been leaning in McCain's direction for the past week or so but I am confident that the massive local organizational strategy of the Obama Campaign and the excitement and inspiration Obama has brought to the local rank and file will be more than adequate to bring to an end to another four years of policies that are bad for too many people in this country. Let's hope so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5294301484541567992?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5294301484541567992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5294301484541567992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5294301484541567992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5294301484541567992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-attended-local-barack-obama.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-2718457591133716157</id><published>2008-09-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:43:20.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USC wallops Ohio State</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SM0xBvw5RiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/qz7s7aulYDw/s1600-h/42340502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SM0xBvw5RiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/qz7s7aulYDw/s400/42340502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245903047027672610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-2718457591133716157?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2718457591133716157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=2718457591133716157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2718457591133716157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/2718457591133716157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/usc-wallops-ohio-state.html' title='USC wallops Ohio State'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SM0xBvw5RiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/qz7s7aulYDw/s72-c/42340502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5966423354626959457</id><published>2008-09-14T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:42:27.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess my previous bit of anxiety about this game was unfounded. It's funny how even football fans aren't beyond using coping strategies to deal with the potential emotional pain associated with their favorite team not living up the hype and potential... Apart from the first quarter it wasn't much of a game. Oh, some Ohio State fans are suggesting what if this or that didn't happen but the bottom line is that USC is just a much better team...because, bottom line...collectively, USC just has too much talent...and...they have been stock piling talent for years. If there is a silver lining in the game for Buckeye fans it would be the play of the freshman quarterback Terrelle Pryor who played better than expected considering the national stage and the ferocity of the USC defense...and...they could be encouraged by the fact that the Ohio State coach Jim Tressel was not playing it safe. I admired his play calling on offense and they did what they could with the talent they have...so...where does that leave us for the rest of the season?...Number two Georgia barely won and it doesn't look like USC is going to be seriously challenged the rest of the way... so... if injuries or a big head doesn't get in the way it looks like USC will be heading for another championship run this season. I'm not going to predict this early in the season a USC lock down championship this season but on the horizon it appears from where I sit that there are only a couple of teams out there who can match up with USC's talent and team speed. Oklahoma, Florida, and Georgia. I'm picking OU to challenge USC for supremacy this year...let's just hope for the same results when USC walloped OU in 2003.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5966423354626959457?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5966423354626959457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5966423354626959457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5966423354626959457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5966423354626959457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-guess-my-previous-bit-of-anxiety.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5264233485977861095</id><published>2008-09-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:50:25.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David and Goliath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMvUdmwVE6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/kZ92z3Uer9U/s1600-h/image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMvUdmwVE6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/kZ92z3Uer9U/s400/image.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245519796087624610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5264233485977861095?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5264233485977861095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5264233485977861095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5264233485977861095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5264233485977861095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/bilbos-perspective-on-big-game.html' title='David and Goliath'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMvUdmwVE6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/kZ92z3Uer9U/s72-c/image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-1039598765743372945</id><published>2008-09-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:01:47.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In approximately nine hours the men of Troy are going to go to battle against the Ohio State Buckeyes who are the pride of the Midwest and Big Ten football. I must confess I am nervous about this game, especially, now that Chris Wells the All-American tailback is not going to play. I am nervous because this is shaping up to be the classic David verses Goliath and over the years David has taken down Goliath more often than not. On paper and according to the armchair football pundits USC should win by a couple of touchdowns... but...and it is a big but... Ohio State is returning alot of players and they are going to play with a huge chip on their shoulder especially after the whipping that was put upon them during the last two National Championships blow-outs. I also am reminded how Ohio State rose above all odds and put it to the Miami Hurricanes who at the time were being lauded as the greatest college football dynasty of all time...On the other hand...I wouldn't be surprised if USC won by three touchdowns. Motivation can take a team to the edge of the promise land but you need talent to get you past the Giants who guard the promise land...and...USC, imo, has even more talent on both sides of the ball than the SEC teams that put a licking on Ohio State the last couple of years...There is a scenario where Ohio State could beat USC...and it is...turnovers and ball control...If Ohio State doesn't turn the ball over, can move the ball in small chunks up and down the field, and cause USC to turn the ball over than they can win. I don't think this will happen, but if it does, than Ohio State can again become the toast of the town in college football and they will again win the respect of the football pundits who are currently down on the Ohio State program. I don't think it will happen because the USC defense is so big and fast and they are more likely to cause turnovers than Ohio State...but...anything is possible...so...my predictions...If the game is close, I give the edge to Ohio State. If USC wins the turnover battle, look for a blow out...but I think the final score will be USC 24 Ohio State 10....Go Trojans!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-1039598765743372945?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1039598765743372945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=1039598765743372945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1039598765743372945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/1039598765743372945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-approximately-nine-hours-men-of-troy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7859178677494917567</id><published>2008-09-06T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:38:17.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Economic Policies Run  Amuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMLN9xpWRTI/AAAAAAAAA28/Zw_Po0X4AwU/s1600-h/civilian_consumption_corps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMLN9xpWRTI/AAAAAAAAA28/Zw_Po0X4AwU/s400/civilian_consumption_corps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242979377395156274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7859178677494917567?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7859178677494917567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7859178677494917567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7859178677494917567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7859178677494917567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/economic-policies-run-amuck.html' title='Economic Policies Run  Amuck'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMLN9xpWRTI/AAAAAAAAA28/Zw_Po0X4AwU/s72-c/civilian_consumption_corps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-6051680361665921219</id><published>2008-09-06T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:38:53.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While thinking about McCain's trickle down economic philosophy I was reminded of a song by Bruce Cockburn named simply Trickle Down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Picture on magazine boardroom pop star&lt;br /&gt;Pinstripe prophet of peckerhead greed&lt;br /&gt;You say 'Trust me with the money -- the keys to the universe'&lt;br /&gt;Trickle down will give us everything we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand new century private penitentiary&lt;br /&gt;bank vault utopia padded for the few&lt;br /&gt;And it's tumours for the masses coughing for the masses&lt;br /&gt;Earphones for the masses and they all serve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down give /em the business&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down supposed to give us the goods&lt;br /&gt;    Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What used to pass for education now looks more like ignoration&lt;br /&gt;Take the people’s money and slip it to the corporation&lt;br /&gt;Yellow rain golden shower pesticide firepower&lt;br /&gt;Summon feudal demons of sweatshop subjugation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workfare foul air homeless beggars everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Picturephone aristocrats lounge around the pool&lt;br /&gt;Captains of industry smiling beneficently&lt;br /&gt;Leaking hole supertanker ship of fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down give me the business&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down supposed to give us the goods&lt;br /&gt;    Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take over takedown big bucks shakedown&lt;br /&gt;Schoolyard pusher offer anything-for-profit&lt;br /&gt;First got to privatize then you get to piratize&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on avarice- how do we get off it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down give me the business&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down supposed to give us the goods&lt;br /&gt;    Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down give me the business&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down supposed to give us the goods&lt;br /&gt;    Cups held out to catch a bit of the bounty&lt;br /&gt;    Trickle down everywhere trickle down blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-6051680361665921219?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6051680361665921219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=6051680361665921219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6051680361665921219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/6051680361665921219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/while-thinking-about-mccains-trickle.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-8864531494052347624</id><published>2008-09-06T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:40:53.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why McCain is the wrong choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMKyf6QnmwI/AAAAAAAAA20/A1hsUyh-P04/s1600-h/cov_mccain-bush_040408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMKyf6QnmwI/AAAAAAAAA20/A1hsUyh-P04/s400/cov_mccain-bush_040408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242949177497328386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-8864531494052347624?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8864531494052347624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=8864531494052347624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8864531494052347624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/8864531494052347624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-mccain-is-wrong-choice.html' title='Why McCain is the wrong choice'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SMKyf6QnmwI/AAAAAAAAA20/A1hsUyh-P04/s72-c/cov_mccain-bush_040408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7730459716400739485</id><published>2008-09-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:36:22.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The political season kicks into high gear for me today. This afternoon I am heading down to the grand opening of the new Obama headquarters in downtown Bakersfield. It will be nice to rub shoulders with some other local people who share my enthusiasm about the historic campaign of Barack Obama. I have been following the race for the White House very closely since I got back from vacation about five weeks ago. I have watched a significant amount of both the Republican and Democratic convention over the past two weeks and what I have seen and heard has reinforced my belief more than ever that Obama is the right person at this time to lead our country...and...the John McCain/Sara Palin ticket would be a disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll refrain myself from going into all the reasons why I think John McCain would be a bad choice but I would like to mention one incident that for me sums up why I don't think the country should give the keys to the kingdom to McCain and his understudy Sarah Palin.  About three weeks ago McCain and Obama appeared at Rick Warren's church to field questions from Pastor Warren about a whole host of issues ranging from war to their own personal faith. The one question and response that jumped out to me more than any other was Warren's question about evil. Warren asked both candidates whether they believed in evil and if they did, what would they do about it. Both candidates answered that they believed in evil but it was "how" they defined evil that was most telling to me. Obama described evil as something that exists in our cities, homes, and abroad while McCain limited his description to evil to the terrorists who are "out there"...and...McCain promised to hunt down Osama Bin Ladin and his terrorist network and destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week during Barack Obama's acceptance speech he asserted that John McCain does care about the country but he just doesn't get it and I couldn't agree more. After listening to John McCain off and on for months now John McCain, like many of his followers, McCain seems to see the world in terms of black and white, the good guys and the bad guys... and...his prescription...rattle the saber,flex our military muscle, continue Bush's tax breaks for the rich and simply sit back and watch the trickle down effect restore our economy back to the golden days of the 1990's.... Obama has been criticized by some critics and members of the media for being too nuanced in his response to the challenges that lay ahead but from my perspective Obama's leanings towards nuance reflects that "he does" understand the complexity of the world and he does see the big picture of what is going on not only in our country but the world abroad...while John McCain's general outlook to the challenges ahead reminds me of George Bush who rode into Washington on a white stallion waving his sword but is now going to leave town soon on a donkey. McCain may not be clone of George Bush but from everything I have seen and observed during this campaign his "worldview" seems too hauntingly familiar to that of George Bush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7730459716400739485?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7730459716400739485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7730459716400739485' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7730459716400739485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7730459716400739485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/political-season-kicks-into-high-gear.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-3791676512644889304</id><published>2008-08-15T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:17:47.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SKYcnj09msI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kVXQnPJPdqA/s1600-h/wallpaper_whats_up_doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SKYcnj09msI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kVXQnPJPdqA/s400/wallpaper_whats_up_doc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234903082822638274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-3791676512644889304?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3791676512644889304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=3791676512644889304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3791676512644889304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/3791676512644889304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SKYcnj09msI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kVXQnPJPdqA/s72-c/wallpaper_whats_up_doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-4707108884000391492</id><published>2008-08-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:14:41.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started my twenty second year of teaching this past Wednesday. Not much to report. After twenty years the beginning of another school year is no longer filled with as much anticipation as it was in the past…but…it is also not filled with anxiety either. It is what it is, a comfortable feeling. It’s not that I am indifferent because I do feel a deep sense of gratitude about being able to do something I sincerely enjoy for such a long time in the same place…I just don’t get too worked up in the way I did when I was younger. I hope my current psychological state of mind represents maturity. I am currently teaching three preps, sociology, civics, and economics. There will be plenty to talk about in my civics class with the upcoming election and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have been somewhat of an absent landlord on this blog since I got home from vacation  I have actually been blogging on a regular basis  on my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soulfulrelations.blogspot.com/"&gt;relationship blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…Over the past six years I have spent a significant amount of time reading, thinking, and reflecting on the nature of relationships and I thought it might  be therapeutic to write about what I have read and been thinking about…and…I thought it was about time I give back to the cyberspace community what has been passed along to me by others. Blogging can easily become a narcissist exercise and it is my hope that my ponderings on relationships might be helpful to others and contribute to the overall betterment of my fellow cyberspace pilgrims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done a lot of reading this summer and will probably include a few blog entries in the weeks to come about what I have been reading. Right now I am reading a book on back pain and I intend to pass along some of the information from the book soon. My back has been bothering me since last May, so I figured it was time to look into the subject at greater length.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-4707108884000391492?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4707108884000391492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=4707108884000391492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4707108884000391492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4707108884000391492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-started-my-twenty-second-year-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-482944660555614165</id><published>2008-07-28T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:01:20.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SI5rx5dXESI/AAAAAAAAA00/y2Y1ji9koPA/s1600-h/IMG_4304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SI5rx5dXESI/AAAAAAAAA00/y2Y1ji9koPA/s400/IMG_4304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228234722405454114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-482944660555614165?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/482944660555614165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=482944660555614165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/482944660555614165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/482944660555614165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-wilderness.html' title='Back from the Wilderness'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SI5rx5dXESI/AAAAAAAAA00/y2Y1ji9koPA/s72-c/IMG_4304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-7596084890706457313</id><published>2008-07-28T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:56:08.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from my annual three week vacation whirlwind treking tour. This year I spent a week along the Oregon Coast, the Redwoods, and Central Oregon near Bend. I don't have too much too say about my vacation which might be of interest to others since reading about other's peoples vacations is I suspect, generally not something most folks are interested in...so...I'll keep this short and "hopefully" a bit sweet. I did the usual sightseeing, riding my bike, hiking, and taking pictures...but...this year, I did alot of reflection, reading, and journaling. If you want to see some of my vacation pics you can see them at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agnonyandestasy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bilbo's Adventures&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you want to check out "one aspect" of my reflections you can go over to my blog on relationship which is located at&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soulfulrelations.blogspot.com/"&gt; Soulful Relationships&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty intense vacation on the psychological front but I'll skip the details  for a later blog entry perhaps in the future. I'm back, life is good and beautiful, which I am always reminded of when I travel, but now it is time to dig in and deal with life as it with the rest of my fellow pilgrims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-7596084890706457313?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7596084890706457313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=7596084890706457313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7596084890706457313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/7596084890706457313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-got-back-from-my-annual-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-5218896613665871968</id><published>2008-07-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:46:21.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to Bigfoot Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SG-XPCHIvoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/IoT4cnPfJzc/s1600-h/bigfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SG-XPCHIvoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/IoT4cnPfJzc/s400/bigfoot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556777666330242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-5218896613665871968?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5218896613665871968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=5218896613665871968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5218896613665871968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/5218896613665871968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/heading-to-bigfoot-country.html' title='Heading to Bigfoot Country'/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/SG-XPCHIvoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/IoT4cnPfJzc/s72-c/bigfoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10455024.post-4621221996770869231</id><published>2008-07-05T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:37:42.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was up until 2:00 A.M. last night packing for my upcoming three week vacation which starts later today. This will be like no other vacation I have ever taken before. I have made no particular plans or reservations. I am not sure exactly where I am going except to say I will be headed north. And, I am not really sure how long I will be gone. It could be five days...it could be as long as three weeks. In other words, I am just winging it...So, what brought about this unusual set of circumstances? It all started earlier this month when I thought my mother was going to die. Originally I was thinking about going to Colorado with my son this summer for three weeks but he said he didn't want to go to Colorado...and...since my mother was in bad shape I decided to head north and hang around where she is just in case she got worse or passed away. She has since gotten better so I feel comfortable enough to take off. Also, this is the first extended trip I am going solo. Usually I go with family or friends but this year all my plans for a traveling companion fell through...so...that is why I am not sure how long I will be gone. I may get so lonely after four or five days in the wilderness I may feel compelled to head back to civilization...or...who knows, maybe I'll become so exhilarated I will just continue heading north and end up somewhere in Alaska and never come back. In all seriousness, I doubt I will travel farther than Oregon, although, if I get the itch I may go as far as the southern end of Olympic National Park in Washington...but...I really just don't know. I am taking my new camera and hope to take hundreds of pictures of the Northern California and Oregon Coast....so...if I don't check back for three weeks you will know that I am off in the wilderness somewhere....and...if I don't report back in after that than you will know that...a bear or mountain lion finally got me...I gave up on society once and for all and decided to just blend in with nature somewhere in Alaska or Canada...I met a real life mountain woman and we decided to homestead somewhere in the great wilderness of the north...or...I found a Bigfoot or family of hobbits who have agreed to take me in for as long as I want. So, if any of these senario's don't work out than you can expect to hear from me again in 5,7,10,14,18, or 21 days. Who knows. I certainly don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10455024-4621221996770869231?l=bibaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4621221996770869231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10455024&amp;postID=4621221996770869231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4621221996770869231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10455024/posts/default/4621221996770869231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-up-until-200.html' title=''/><author><name>Bilbo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q0Cx0_SeMTc/TBw6l4xbW3I/AAAAAAAACVA/6qrSaJhHPeI/S220/Me+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
