<?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-15834611</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:12:13.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend at Work</title><subtitle type='html'>For Friends - By Friends</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>240</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-6667339745569391119</id><published>2007-04-03T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:34:38.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFAW is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yL_bs7Mr86Q/RhKyriClWwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vDQhQt0SN90/s1600-h/doa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yL_bs7Mr86Q/RhKyriClWwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vDQhQt0SN90/s320/doa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049294593177508610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-6667339745569391119?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/6667339745569391119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/6667339745569391119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2007/04/bfaw-is-dead.html' title='BFAW is Dead'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yL_bs7Mr86Q/RhKyriClWwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vDQhQt0SN90/s72-c/doa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-5992314016386453583</id><published>2007-03-07T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:34:38.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>try this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDocSk4YNOs/Re7c8C8IphI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rIQGGiw-O9w/s1600-h/measureMePain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDocSk4YNOs/Re7c8C8IphI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rIQGGiw-O9w/s400/measureMePain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039207957213521426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-5992314016386453583?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/5992314016386453583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/5992314016386453583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2007/03/ballin-try-this.html' title='try this'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDocSk4YNOs/Re7c8C8IphI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rIQGGiw-O9w/s72-c/measureMePain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-7493392328101628134</id><published>2007-03-01T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:34:39.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Lab - in her element.  Are you in your element?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDocSk4YNOs/Rec56ID4ifI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XpMIr3lKZkY/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDocSk4YNOs/Rec56ID4ifI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XpMIr3lKZkY/s400/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037058378996156914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-7493392328101628134?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/7493392328101628134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/7493392328101628134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2007/03/yellow-lab-in-her-element-are-you-in.html' title='Yellow Lab - in her element.  Are you in your element?'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDocSk4YNOs/Rec56ID4ifI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XpMIr3lKZkY/s72-c/IMG_0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116853255798889237</id><published>2007-01-11T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:22:38.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/1492/1600/704737/hughmacphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/1492/320/106949/hughmacphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116853255798889237?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116853255798889237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116853255798889237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116766244736908641</id><published>2007-01-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T06:40:47.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Year and NO MORE TRUTHINESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/1492/1600/704796/Photo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/1492/320/696854/Photo%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.  Sorry, didn't mean to start the New Year swearing.  One resolution tanked already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venerable Lake Superior State University in....OK, I don't know where, probably Michigan...published their 'Banned Words' list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.lssu.edu/whats_new/articles.php?articleid=1188 )&lt;br /&gt;—Gitmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Combined celebrity names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Gone/went missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Pwn or pwned, a misspelling of "own'' used by online video gamers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Now playing in theaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—We're pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Undocumented alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Armed robbery/drug deal gone bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Truthiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Ask your doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Chipotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—i-anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Healthy food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Boasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right:  no more boasting about healthy food (including Chipotle); you can't ask your doctor if we're pregnant; an armed robbery/drug deal gone bad resulting in a search for an undocumented alien; no more gitmo when combining celebrity names (which means we lose the awesome Beaurtney), which can no longer be awesome; and now gone/went missing?  iBonus.  Because I can no longer "i" anything.  See if that plays in theaters.  FYI:  here is a blog i pwn.  i mean own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.happyburroblog.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it a GREAT New Year BFAWs, and let's do lunch - all of us, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best, bonus w/o the 'i'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116766244736908641?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116766244736908641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116766244736908641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-new-year-and-no-more-truthiness.html' title='It&apos;s a New Year and NO MORE TRUTHINESS!'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116745569487223532</id><published>2006-12-29T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:39:24.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddam Execution - Is the world better today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1737/307/1600/471272/_42397995_afp_saddam_203x152-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1737/307/320/450452/_42397995_afp_saddam_203x152-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Former Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein has been executed in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;His sentence was carried out for the killing of 148 Shias in Dujail in the 1980s following a failed assassination attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will this death make a difference to Iraqis and people in Iraq? Is the world a better place today? Should Saddam have been executed? How will the news of his hanging affect the violence in Iraq and around the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"The test of a government's commitment to human rights is measured by the way it treats its worst offenders" Richard Dicker Human Rights Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116745569487223532?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116745569487223532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116745569487223532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/12/saddam-execution-is-world-better-today.html' title='Saddam Execution - Is the world better today?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116593402577951499</id><published>2006-12-12T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:33:45.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/1492/1600/485154/New%20Perspective%20Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1428/1492/400/235759/New%20Perspective%20Joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these cool orange glasses from my friends at Spyglass Creative. (&lt;a href="http://www.spyglasscreative.com"&gt;www.spyglasscreative.com&lt;/a&gt;) . OK, actually Dawn got them from HER friends at Spyglass - gave them to me. What ever. I know that it really one word. But no one ever says "whatever". It is always, "What...ever". So there. What ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your new perspective for 2007?  Come on, you KNOW you need one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever,&lt;br /&gt;iBonus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Advertisement tease: A brave new world begins January 2nd, 2007. It is the year iBonus becomes slightly famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More on that in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116593402577951499?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116593402577951499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116593402577951499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-perspective.html' title='A New Perspective'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116460472246396497</id><published>2006-11-26T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:18:42.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Invention?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1737/307/1600/8788/pict.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1737/307/320/484476/pict.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tokentv.com/"&gt;Token TV&lt;/a&gt; a great invention or another sign that we are done as a society? It is late Sunday evening and due to force of habit or some great fear that that my peers will be ahead of me in the rat race on Monday I find myself scouring the internet for news. The &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/"&gt;StarTribune&lt;/a&gt; is featuring an article that will no doubt be buried by morning titled &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/459/story/833974.html"&gt;“Swarmed by screens”&lt;/a&gt; The subheading speaks to some debate about the effect high-tech products have on our life. I’m more interested in the mention of Jon and Deb Secrest of Chanhassen who apparently have “a dozen TV sets, a home-theater unit loaded with everything but buttered popcorn, six computers, and nearly 50 remote controls”. I am sure this information alone could inspire a great rant; or a check mark on my “rob this home” list, but what really interested me was their daughters television viewing habits. Her viewing is apparently limited by a device attached to the TV which requires the input of tokens each worth 35 minutes of tube time “which she must earn”. My first reaction was “that is sooo cool, where can I get that for my kids”? Then I thought to myself, my oldest child “4” could care less about watching TV, in fact I sometimes have to force it upon her. From an early age we as parents have provided gentle guidance that there is more to life than a talking glow box. Don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to kid myself into thinking that as my daughter ages her interest in TV won’t grow. However, I do think we are off to a good start in helping her make healthy choices. So is Token TV a great concept or just another sharp reminder of that fact that our lives are out of control and indeed “swarmed by screens”?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116460472246396497?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116460472246396497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116460472246396497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-invention.html' title='A Great Invention?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116319035260856982</id><published>2006-11-10T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:43:27.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/veterans.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/veterans.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 11th is Veteran's Day. Please take time and thank a veteran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116319035260856982?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116319035260856982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116319035260856982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116291807153581399</id><published>2006-11-07T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:16:59.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Prediction per the Star Trib - Big Q</title><content type='html'>1. U.S. senator from Minnesota: Klobuchar&lt;br /&gt;2. Minnesota governor: Pawlenty&lt;br /&gt;3. Minnesota attorney general: Swanson&lt;br /&gt;4. Congress from 1st District (Gutknecht v. Walz): Gutknecht&lt;br /&gt;5. Congress from 2d District: (Kline-Rowley): Kline&lt;br /&gt;6. Congress from 6th District (Bachmann-Wetterling-Binkowski): Bachmann&lt;br /&gt;7. Which party will control the Minn. state House of Reps.: Dems&lt;br /&gt;8. Which party will control the Minn. state Senate: Dems&lt;br /&gt;9. Which party will control the U.S. House of Reps.: Dems&lt;br /&gt;10. Which party will control the U.S. Senate: Republicans&lt;br /&gt;11. Who will be the U.S. Senator or Senator-elect from Missouri (Talent or McCaskill): Talent&lt;br /&gt;12. From Virginia (Allen or Webb): Allen&lt;br /&gt;13. From Montana (Burns or Tester): Tester&lt;br /&gt;14. From Rhode Island (Chaffee or Whitehouse): Whitehouse&lt;br /&gt;15. From Tennessee (Corker or Ford): Corker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a tiebreaker, what percentage of the vote, rounded to the nearest whole number, will Independence Party gubernatorial nominee Peter Hutchinson receive: 6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second tiebreaker, only if necessary: The party that controls the next U.S. House, how many seats will that party hold? 221&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/blogs/bigquestion/?p=345"&gt;Star Tribune Big Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116291807153581399?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116291807153581399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116291807153581399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/election-prediction-per-star-trib-big.html' title='Election Prediction per the Star Trib - Big Q'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116291703722840217</id><published>2006-11-07T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:34:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/vote.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/320/vote.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hope that you all realize that today you need to get out and vote.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are living in a cave or just really don't want to vote - you have probably seen the landslide of commercials, flyers and online campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you simply forgot - this is your friendly reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out and make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116291703722840217?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116291703722840217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116291703722840217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/vote-today.html' title='Vote Today'/><author><name>turbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11650615458641283594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/jellyshoes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116258842479053147</id><published>2006-11-03T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:13:44.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom or Loneliness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/sheepwolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/400/sheepwolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116258842479053147?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116258842479053147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116258842479053147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/boredom-or-loneliness.html' title='Boredom or Loneliness?'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116257330986244787</id><published>2006-11-03T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:01:49.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Live.</title><content type='html'>Poem: "How to Live" by Charles Harper Webb, from Amplified Dog. © Red Hen Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Live           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to live."  –Sharon Olds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat lots of steak and salmon and Thai curry and mu shu&lt;br /&gt;pork and fresh green beans and baked potatoes&lt;br /&gt;and fresh strawberries with vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Kick-box three days a week. Stay strong and lean.Go fly-fishing every chance you get, with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'll teach you secrets of the stream. Play guitar&lt;br /&gt;in a rock band. Read Dostoyevsky, Whitman, Kafka,&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare, Twain. Collect Uncle Scrooge comics.&lt;br /&gt;See Peckinpah's Straw Dogs, and everything Monty Python made.&lt;br /&gt;Love freely. Treat ex-partners as kindly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can. Wish them as well as you're able.&lt;br /&gt;Snorkel with moray eels and yellow tangs. Watch&lt;br /&gt;spinner dolphins earn their name as your panga slam-&lt;br /&gt;bams over glittering seas. Try not to lie; it sours&lt;br /&gt;the soul. But being a patsy sours it too. If you cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a car wreck, and aren't hurt, but someone is, apologize&lt;br /&gt;silently. Learn from your mistake. Walk gratefully&lt;br /&gt;away. Let your insurance handle it. Never drive drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a drunk, or any kind of "aholic." It's bad&lt;br /&gt;English, and bad news. Don't berate yourself. If you lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a game or prize you've earned, remember the winners&lt;br /&gt;history forgets. Remember them if you do win. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;success. Have kids if you want and can afford them,&lt;br /&gt;but don't make them your reason-to-be. Spare them that&lt;br /&gt;misery. Take them to the beach. Mail order sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkeys once in your life. Give someone the full-on&lt;br /&gt;ass-kicking he (or she) has earned. Keep a box turtle&lt;br /&gt;in good heath for twenty years. If you get sick, don't thrive&lt;br /&gt;on suffering. There's nothing noble about pain. Die&lt;br /&gt;if you need to, the best way you can. (You define &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to church if it helps you. Grow tomatoes to put &lt;em&gt;store-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bought&lt;/em&gt; in perspective. Listen to Elvis and Bach. Unless&lt;br /&gt;you're tone deaf, own Perlman's "Meditation from Thais."&lt;br /&gt;Don't look for hidden meanings in a cardinal's song.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think TV characters talk to you; that's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too sane. Work hard. Loaf easily. Have good&lt;br /&gt;friends, and be good to them. Be immoderate&lt;br /&gt;in moderation. Spend little time anesthetized. Dive&lt;br /&gt;the Great Barrier Reef. Don't touch the coral. Watch&lt;br /&gt;for sea snakes. Smile for the camera. Don't say "Cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, BFAWs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116257330986244787?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116257330986244787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116257330986244787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-live.html' title='How to Live.'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116222361556667807</id><published>2006-10-30T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:53:35.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/bird_pink_flamingo_plastic_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/bird_pink_flamingo_plastic_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/389/story/771443.html"&gt;http://www.startribune.com/389/story/771443.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink plastic flamingo, a Florida-inspired icon that has been reviled as kitschy bad taste and revered as retro cool, is dead at age 49.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116222361556667807?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116222361556667807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116222361556667807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116135955281467322</id><published>2006-10-20T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:31:48.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the world as we know it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/end-of-the-world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/end-of-the-world.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What’s that saying? When it rains it pours? This week alone I’ve read about cab drivers not allowing duty-free liquor in their cabs at the airport because of religious beliefs, a bus-driver who doesn’t have to drive a bus with “gay advertising”, kids banned from playing tag, and now in my own backyard schools are &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/462/story/754916.html"&gt;banning the newspaper&lt;/a&gt;. At &lt;a href="http://www.district196.org/dw/index.html"&gt;Deerwood Elementary&lt;/a&gt; in Eagan, Minnesota parental concerns over the "sex, death and general mayhem" in the paper have moved the Principal Miles Haugen to remove the Pioneer Press from the school library. One parent commented that having the paper available to students is “like leaving a loaded gun on the table." I bet that parents kids can’t play tag either. Seriously we are done as a society…it’s over, I give up, democracy has had a good run… bring on communism – I’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Deerwood Elementary: With your new policy in place please take a moment to remove the following line from the &lt;a href="http://www.district196.org/dw/beliefs.htm"&gt;beliefs page of your website&lt;/a&gt;: strive to develop intellectual curiosity and creative, artistic and aesthetic expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116135955281467322?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116135955281467322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116135955281467322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='The end of the world as we know it...'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116129269701466963</id><published>2006-10-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:20:00.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with this picture???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/ballin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/ballin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's be honest there are too many things wrong to count. In a career limiting move I opted into my own photo shoot and volunteered to wear a Do-Rag. This photo if anything serves a painful reminder that as I rapidly approach my mid-life crisis: a Harley won't make me cool. It's a sad reality that I'm forced to live with. Maybe it's the Prada loafers and Cole Haan jacket that throw the whole thing out of whack... nope it's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116129269701466963?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116129269701466963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116129269701466963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with this picture???'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116120936902548862</id><published>2006-10-18T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:09:29.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Imitates Art...or Art Imitates Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/wesley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/wesley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wesley Snipes is allegedly on the lam for indictments of tax fraud...to the tune of $12million.  This is SO like his movie with Tommy Lee Jones, "U.S. Marshals"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do celebrities (or CEOs or Ballin)  intentionally try to cheat the system because they feel they are above the law, or is it because they have handlers that make a lot of key decisions for them - so they are blissfully unaware until indictment time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116120936902548862?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116120936902548862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116120936902548862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-imitates-artor-art-imitates-life.html' title='Life Imitates Art...or Art Imitates Life?'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116120577522432113</id><published>2006-10-18T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T14:09:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Saved from Constant Near-collisions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God or the school administration for this! Wait, they are to stay separated. Wait, that isn't what Mac Hammond says. Wait, God told me to post this story. Wait. Wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;Any &lt;strong&gt;bold letters&lt;/strong&gt; in the story are my edit. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- editor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary school bans playing tag&lt;br /&gt;Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;Last update: October 18, 2006 – 9:41 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href,'750530','width=620,toolbar=0,status=0,resizable=1,scrollbars=1');return false;" href="http://www.startribune.com/484/v-print/story/750530.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTLEBORO, Mass. -- Officials at an elementary school south of Boston have &lt;strong&gt;banned kids from playing tag, touch football and any other unsupervised chase game &lt;/strong&gt;during recess for fear they'll get hurt and hold the school liable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess is "a time when accidents can happen,'' said Willett Elementary School Principal Gaylene Heppe, who approved the ban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there is no districtwide ban on contact sports during recess, local rules have been cropping up. Several school administrators around Attleboro, a city of about 45,000 residents, took aim at dodgeball a few years ago, saying it was exclusionary and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary schools in Cheyenne, Wyo., and Spokane, Wash., also recently banned tag during recess. A suburban Charleston, S.C., school outlawed all unsupervised contact sports.&lt;br /&gt;"I think that it's unfortunate that kids' lives are micromanaged and there are social skills they'll never develop on their own,'' said Debbie Laferriere, who has two children at Willett, about 40 miles south of Boston. "Playing tag is just part of being a kid.''&lt;br /&gt;Another Willett parent, Celeste D'Elia, said her son feels safer because of the rule. &lt;strong&gt;"I've witnessed enough near collisions,'' she said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;###&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BFAWs - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When do rules designed to 'help' us become a crutch or excuse to not do anything? What happens when these children get into the real world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116120577522432113?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116120577522432113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116120577522432113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/children-saved-from-constant-near.html' title='Children Saved from Constant Near-collisions!'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116100495363386329</id><published>2006-10-16T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:43:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Will Catch Our Teardrops?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/freddy%20Fender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/freddy%20Fender.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great sadness that I learned the news of the untimely death of one of my heroes, Freddy Fender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6053140.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6053140.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left us with true crooner classics, sung with wonderful Spanish stylings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll Be There Before The Next Teardrop Falls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vaya con Dios"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasted Days and Wasted Nights"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may sign the guestbook at: &lt;a href="http://www.freddyfender.com/guestbook/index.php"&gt;http://www.freddyfender.com/guestbook/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya con Dios, Freddy. Vaya con Dios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116100495363386329?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116100495363386329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116100495363386329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-will-catch-our-teardrops.html' title='Who Will Catch Our Teardrops?'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116075944235177963</id><published>2006-10-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:31:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>File Under: Shit, Holy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/momntum/sets/72157594324400682/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4209/32/200/pic005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Wednesday, I was mindlessly shrink-wrapping orders at my &lt;a href="http://whcc.com/"&gt;drone-job&lt;/a&gt; in South Saint Paul, when I glanced out the window to my left, only to see a roiling plume of thick, black smoke shooting into the sky above the building across the lot. Minutes later, we were evacuated by the fire department and sent across the street&amp;mdash;on the coldest day yet this season&amp;mdash;to gawk and take &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/momntum/sets/72157594324400682/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;. When we were all finally sent home, I was not allowed access to my car, as it was completely enveloped in toxic smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a chance to use the video feature on my slick, new phone—&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggHqI6qASWU"&gt;the results of which&lt;/a&gt; far exceeded my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/467/story/736163.html"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; explains the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116075944235177963?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116075944235177963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116075944235177963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/file-under-shit-holy.html' title='File Under: Shit, Holy'/><author><name>Todd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116050679810346253</id><published>2006-10-10T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:00:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast that Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/1600/toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/320/toast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get a warm fuzzy in the morning! Imprint your toast with something like "You can achieve greatness today!" or "Who is the fairest of them all?" Buy one today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tech.yahoo.com/blogs/hughes/5245;_ylt=Aqn.K083FEWmLlSjiw_RNREmLpA5"&gt;http://tech.yahoo.com/blogs/hughes/5245;_ylt=Aqn.K083FEWmLlSjiw_RNREmLpA5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116050679810346253?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116050679810346253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116050679810346253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/toast-that-talks.html' title='Toast that Talks'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872321280704790938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/kitty.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-116008531034637994</id><published>2006-10-05T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:55:10.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Kind, Rewind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/DVDrewinder.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/DVDrewinder.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Just in time for holiday shopping! Get yours TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dvdrewinder.com/"&gt;http://www.dvdrewinder.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-116008531034637994?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116008531034637994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/116008531034637994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/be-kind-rewind.html' title='Be Kind, Rewind!'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115968843987929698</id><published>2006-09-30T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:15:19.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2005/writers/albert_chen/05/17/m.and.ms/t1_mauer_getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2005/writers/albert_chen/05/17/m.and.ms/t1_mauer_getty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/index"&gt;ESPN Page 2&lt;/a&gt; editor David Schoenfield recently wrote &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=schoenfield/060929"&gt;a great article&lt;/a&gt;, the highlight of which is a pretty convincing defense of Joe Mauer &lt;font size="1"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/players/7062"&gt;stats&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/font&gt; as the American League's Most Valuable Player. Though I first affirmed that very notion sometime around June 1st and .362, it still does not appear likely, as team/housemate, Justin Morneau &lt;font size="1"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/players/7063"&gt;stats&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/font&gt; appears to be the favorite. Even &lt;a href="http://www.33formvp.com/"&gt;bootleg tee-shirts&lt;/a&gt; can attest. However, I expect to be pulling mine over my head around the same time I find out the award's been given to Derek Jeter &lt;font size="1"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/players/5406"&gt;stats&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;, who is currently five points behind Mauer in the AL batting race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=schoenfield/060929"&gt;The article&lt;/a&gt; also cites closer Joe Nathan &lt;font size="1"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/players/6205"&gt;stats&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/font&gt; as "the reason the Twins will beat the Yankees, win the American League and then beat the Astros in the World Series."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, considering the Twins' heretofore unhindered bullpen, and their suddenly solid starting rotation, I honestly wouldn't doubt their chances. With one day remaining in the season, the Twins have a magic number of two at claiming homefield advantage for round one of this postseason. A win today, combined with a Tigers loss, gives the Twins the division title, and a best-of-five playoff with the Oakland Athletics. Anything else, it's a wild card spot and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yankee_Stadium"&gt;The Bronx Zoo&lt;/a&gt; for Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, these are &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVcju97G158"&gt;exciting times&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.twinsbaseball.com/"&gt;Twins Territory&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115968843987929698?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115968843987929698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115968843987929698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/10/fall-ball.html' title='Fall Ball'/><author><name>Todd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115954023375853629</id><published>2006-09-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T07:38:46.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zen of Miniature Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/Hand%20tray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/Hand%20tray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must not be eating enough at home as my brain seems to be stuck on food this week. Anyway I thought this was interesting enough to share. &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=111577.0"&gt;Some couple &lt;/a&gt;was sitting in their kitchen contemplating "food as art" and decided to make miniature fast food. Apparently they were inspired by an article in Martha Stewart Living - I think I'll look elsewhere for my inspiration in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115954023375853629?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115954023375853629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115954023375853629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/zen-of-miniature-food.html' title='The Zen of Miniature Food'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115937004862249803</id><published>2006-09-27T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:14:08.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex Marks the Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/EX5-APPLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/EX5-APPLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an 'ex' or know someone who has an 'ex' that they just can't seem to get over? Bitterness ruling their world and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a unique product that is designed as a morbid way to vent past the break-up.  Sort of a voodoo doll for the kitchen set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFAWs - are products like this part of the problem or part of the solution in our ever-increasing social discord in society and workplaces?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115937004862249803?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115937004862249803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115937004862249803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/ex-marks-spot.html' title='Ex Marks the Spot'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115936890001613634</id><published>2006-09-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:46:55.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishwasher Salmon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/dishwasher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/dishwasher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it comes to cooking, more often than not, the experience is a chore. Thus I’m always on the hunt for a new recipe or idea that can add some excitement to the preparation or the meal itself. In most instances I just cook with a bottle of wine in my hand – somehow that seems to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a recipe the other day that is sure to add enjoyment to the cooking and dining experience: Dishwasher Salmon! The &lt;a href="http://www.surrealgourmet.com/html/recipes/salmon.html"&gt;Surreal Gourmet&lt;/a&gt; has the following to say about the concept/recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Poaching fish in the dishwasher is a virtually foolproof way to shock your friends, prepare a succulent meal, and do the dishes—all at the same time. I've poached salmon in more than 100 dishwashers on 3 continents. There's never been a dull party. Set your doubts aside, put dinner in the dishwasher, and watch this multitasking kitchen appliance steal the show.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on &lt;a href="http://www.surrealgourmet.com/html/recipes/salmon.html"&gt;Surreal Gourmet&lt;/a&gt; for the actual recipe and other exciting concepts like: beer can chicken, faux fries, and seizure salad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115936890001613634?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115936890001613634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115936890001613634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/dishwasher-salmon.html' title='Dishwasher Salmon'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115921380198247906</id><published>2006-09-25T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:50:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Teddy Bears: Parents Beware!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/raincoat_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/raincoat_bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killer Teddy Bear&lt;/strong&gt; leaves 2,500 fish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twincities.com/mld/twincities/15605539.htm"&gt;http://www.twincities.com/mld/twincities/15605539.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115921380198247906?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115921380198247906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115921380198247906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/killer-teddy-bears-parents-beware.html' title='Killer Teddy Bears: Parents Beware!!'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115919425814025830</id><published>2006-09-25T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T07:31:05.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you successful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/success.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Seth Godin writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Successful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you successful? Is your brand or your organization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a serious question. How do you know when you're successful--when you have enough market share or profit or respect or money? How do you decide what success is?&lt;br /&gt;This matters, because "never enough" is the wrong answer to anyone who wants to set realistic budgets or expectations or just plain enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, we let someone else define success. Critics, for example, want a movie to be only modestly popular and modestly approachable. Geeks want your brand to be new and edgy. Alexa-watchers want you to be bigger than MySpace. Stock analysts want you to beat the numbers that they told you they wanted you to meet. Your boss wants you to show up a lot and work late, regardless of what you actually do for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of organizational conflict comes from mismatched expecations of success. A lot of kids live unhappy lives because of unrealistic benchmarking from parents (as popular as that kid, as attractive as this one, as smart as the other one...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How's this: success is largely about keeping your promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by Seth Godin on September 19, 2006  &lt;a class="permalink" href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2006/09/successful.html"&gt;Permalink&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2006/09/successful.html#trackback"&gt;TrackBack (16)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;###&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tell me BFAWs, how do you define success for your company, your career, your personal life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115919425814025830?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115919425814025830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115919425814025830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/are-you-successful.html' title='Are you successful?'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115915662813771970</id><published>2006-09-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:05:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghostride the Whip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/ghostride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/ghostride.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case you didn't know - All the cools these days "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoIDIynSOg8"&gt;ghostride the whip&lt;/a&gt;." What started as a trend in California has reached (Minnetonka) my hood. The act involves the driver and/or passengers of any given vehicle accelerating while in gear, shifting to neutral, exiting while it is still rolling and dancing beside it or on it. One more thing... according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, "It is one of the highest forms of "going dumb" and a representation of the style of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyphy" title="Hyphy"&gt;hyphy&lt;/a&gt;." Do I ghostride the whip? You better believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115915662813771970?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115915662813771970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115915662813771970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/ghostride-whip.html' title='Ghostride the Whip'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115898856033956560</id><published>2006-09-22T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:38:07.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a raise from a convicted felon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/stagni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/stagni.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A quick follow up to my August post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-when-you-think-you-know-guy.html"&gt;"just when you think you know a guy"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I mentioned previously I used to work at small Maple Grove technology company "Comtrol". The owner and former CEO have been on trial for tax-fraud. This past Thursday (Lee Stagni aka Goat Herder) who gave me not one but two promotions during the early days of my career was convicted of conspiring to defraud the federal government. I can now proudly say that not only do I know someone on the run from the federal government I know a convicted felon. Soooo I've got that going for me - which is nice. The details of the conviction can be found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.startribune.com/467/story/693657.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115898856033956560?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115898856033956560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115898856033956560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-raise-from-convicted-felon.html' title='I got a raise from a convicted felon!'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115889139424020793</id><published>2006-09-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:18:35.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best bar in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/nyescorner.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/nyescorner.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;According to a feature in &lt;a href="http://www.esquire.com/features/articles/2006/060906_mfe_October_06_Best_Bar.html"&gt;Esquire Magazine&lt;/a&gt; "the best bar in America isn't Irish. It isn't in a strip mall. It isn't the sort of place that charges an outrageous cover for people to stand around in black light pushing back shooters out of test tubes. It isn't a fight club or a meat market. There is no snobbery, and there is no tonic-water drinking. There are gimlets and manhattans, bottles of Zywiec, and a first-rate pissoir." Coming in at #9 "The Best Bar in America" is &lt;a href="http://nyespolonaise.com/"&gt;Nye's Polonaise&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been many times and have a number of Nye's stories but Esquire sums up the ex&lt;/span&gt;perience best by saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Everybody says that stepping into Nye's Polonaise is like stepping back in time, and, for once, it's true—to a time before even electricity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115889139424020793?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115889139424020793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115889139424020793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-bar-in-america.html' title='Best bar in America'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115876366191158470</id><published>2006-09-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T07:47:41.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled Water Rip Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/1943/1600/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/1943/320/water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily we hear on the news about the price of oil which determines the cost of gasoline. Where are the protests regarding the cost of bottled water?  If you buy a 20 oz bottle of water the price of water is actually more expensive than gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the outrage? I personally drink from the tap and still get my flouride for free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115876366191158470?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115876366191158470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115876366191158470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/bottled-water-rip-off.html' title='Bottled Water Rip Off'/><author><name>lutefisk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115867749371420932</id><published>2006-09-19T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T07:51:33.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Look at Me</title><content type='html'>Our friend Seth Godin has a cool follow-on to ballin's post on Moby.  Check it here: &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/"&gt;http://sethgodin.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to "Look Me In The Eye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogpost essentially proposes that we wouldn't do/experience/interact the same if we were face to face v. anonymous in our communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that true?  Inquiring BFAW bloggers want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115867749371420932?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115867749371420932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115867749371420932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-look-at-me.html' title='Just Look at Me'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115858992503873942</id><published>2006-09-18T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:34:34.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/moby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/moby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't put my finger on it but at some point in my life I lost control of how and when people communicate with me. Perhaps the reality is I never had control and the new reality is that it is out of control. Does that make sense? Anyway it must be nice to be "Moby" who has decided take a break from the internet and email. On his &lt;a href="http://www.moby.com/journal/2006-09-15/a_break_of_sorts.html"&gt;website/journal&lt;/a&gt; he posted the following note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"until january 1, 2007, i won't be online.i'm taking a break.i receive between 200 - 400 emails a day.and i spend way too much time on-line reading news, etc.so, for the next 3 months i'll be taking an internet/email break."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course people can still call him, write him, knock on his door, etc... However, it must feel great to have freedom from email. I think email is often the communication equivalent of garbage. I know it is fast, easy, convenient, but seriously before you hit send on your next email ask yourself "is this important enough that I would write it in a letter, discuss it on the phone, or get in your car and travel to extend the message”? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115858992503873942?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115858992503873942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115858992503873942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-must-be-nice.html' title='It must be nice...'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115817494264991377</id><published>2006-09-13T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:03:15.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask not what your country can do for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/ateacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/ateacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the September 11 terrorist attacks, &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/09/13/bin.laden.beard.ap/index.html"&gt;Gary Weddle&lt;/a&gt; must have asked himself "What can I do for my country in these times of trouble"? He began following the news so closely (I susptect trying to figure out how he could help make a difference) that he forgot to shave. After a week he decided not to shave until Osama bin Laden was caught or killed. Weddle has said he will keep the beard, untrimmed, as long as bin Laden remains at large -- "even if I get buried with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary - messge to you. Nobody expects you to do what&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_Tillman"&gt; Pat Tillman&lt;/a&gt; did...but I think you can do better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115817494264991377?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115817494264991377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115817494264991377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/ask-not-what-your-country-can-do-for.html' title='Ask not what your country can do for you...'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115796361042974296</id><published>2006-09-11T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:35:30.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, we're live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://minnesota.twins.mlb.com/min/photo/ph_news_blyleven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://minnesota.twins.mlb.com/min/photo/ph_news_blyleven.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3q3Si6pY1do"&gt;mistakenly dropping a pair of F-bombs on network television&lt;/a&gt; (0:45), would-be Hall-of-Famer &lt;a href="http://www.bertbelongs.com/"&gt;Bert Blyleven&lt;/a&gt; was suspended from his duties as the Twins' color commentator for six games. &lt;a href="http://minnesota.twins.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/press_releases/press_release.jsp?ymd=20060906&amp;content_id=1649806&amp;vkey=pr_min&amp;fext=.jsp&amp;c_id=min"&gt;He returns today&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other Twins news, the boys have pulled to within two games of the Tigers in the Central Division, with only one of those coming in the loss column.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115796361042974296?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115796361042974296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115796361042974296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-were-live.html' title='Oh, we&apos;re live?'/><author><name>Todd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115794022099640057</id><published>2006-09-10T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:03:41.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money can buy happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/milehigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/milehigh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the low price of $299 happiness at 5,280 feet is available. Now you can make your fantasy a reality with &lt;a href="http://milehighatlanta.com/"&gt;Mile High Atlanta&lt;/a&gt;.  A pilot operating out of a small airport in rural Georgia, will take you in a specially designed Piper Cherokee Six, up a mile above the earth's surface. You will have one hour (including take off and landing) to join the exclusive "Mile High Club."  Also included is a bottle of champagne and you get to keep your sheets as a souvenir of this special event. (keep the sheets... I'll pass on that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115794022099640057?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115794022099640057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115794022099640057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/money-can-buy-happiness.html' title='Money can buy happiness'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115772993935472612</id><published>2006-09-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:38:59.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got your Razr right here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/Main-Rotary-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/Main-Rotary-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute latest in techno gear: The Port-a-Rotary phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, a portable, wireless rotary-dial phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkfun.com/commerce/categories.php?cPath=96"&gt;http://www.sparkfun.com/commerce/categories.php?cPath=96&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115772993935472612?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115772993935472612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115772993935472612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-your-razr-right-here.html' title='I got your Razr right here!'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115771837631525747</id><published>2006-09-08T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T05:26:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Zombies - a Pub Crawl (redux)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/zombie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow-up to a great ballin post a while back on the zombies in Minneapolis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightlife notes: Return of the zombies&lt;br /&gt;Tom Horgen, Star Tribune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href,'662026','width=620,toolbar=0,status=0,resizable=1,scrollbars=1');return false;" href="http://www.startribune.com/456/v-print/story/662026.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swarming zombies have raised their profile of late, after the arrest of a little zombie fun group on a light-rail platform in July. That run-in with the law should give this year's second annual Zombie Pub Crawl in northeast Minneapolis a little more, um, excitement. 'Cause, man, there ain't nothing like the sight of a hundred waste-oids walking up your boulevard. Here's the gist: All zombie bar-goers will meet at 3 p.m. in Logan Park (corner of Broadway and Jefferson Streets) for the "undeading" (touching up any last-minute changes to zombie costumes). At 4 p.m., the horde will begin the crawl, crashing such bars as the 331 Club, Mayslack's, Jimmy's and Stasiu's. There'll be zombie specials at each. The roaming will end at Spring Street Tavern for Zombie-oke and live bands. For more info and zombie requirements, go to &lt;a href="http://www.zombiepubcrawl.com/"&gt;http://www.zombiepubcrawl.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115771837631525747?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115771837631525747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115771837631525747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/calling-all-zombies-pub-crawl-redux.html' title='Calling All Zombies - a Pub Crawl (redux)'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115765715952233198</id><published>2006-09-07T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:26:05.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4209/32/1600/mauer_morneau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4209/32/320/mauer_morneau.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tigers at Twins. Four games, Thursday through Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball fans, this is going to be a crazy series. Everything seems to be up in the air here. Both teams have faltered of late, and both stumble into the Dome this weekend after come-from-behind losses against some of the majors' worst. The Twins have the best home record in baseball, but the Tigers are tops on the road, and with the injuries that have plagued both teams, the only sure thing is that nothing is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both teams have gone topsy-turvy: The Twins' questionable starters have really been doing the job lately. Silva was pitching a real gem before he vomited all over the St. Pete clubhouse and relinquished the game to the bullpen. Roundly considered the best in Major League Baseball, our 'pen crumbled in yesterday's resounding thud of a loss to the Rays. Meanwhile, the Tigers dropped two of three at home to the Mariners, then mind-bogglingly released one of their only veteran hitters to free-up space for a mediocre set-up man in Mike Maroth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both teams' offenses have stuttered recently, and though the Twins appeared to be on the verge of a surge on Tuesday—aside from a couple blasts by Joe Mauer and Rondell White—their lumber slumber continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both teams will be playing for keeps, starting tonight, to a packed house in the Downtown Bubble. This will either be the most exciting, or the most nerve-racking, series of the year. Perhaps both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Twins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115765715952233198?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115765715952233198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115765715952233198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring It On'/><author><name>Todd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115749544433188391</id><published>2006-09-05T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:30:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change happens everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/NK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/NK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I appreciate art in all of its forms. Occasionally I feel moved enough or intrigued to the point of sharing. Today I came across &lt;a href="http://www.noahkalina.com/"&gt;Noah Kalina’s&lt;/a&gt; piece &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B26asyGKDo"&gt;“Everyday”&lt;/a&gt; and thought I’d share. The piece is quite simple, Noah has photographed himself everyday for the past six years (2356 days) and still counting. The photographs display one after another and the loop is scored to an original and fitting piece of piano music. The message is simple enough – though sometimes subtle – change happens everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115749544433188391?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115749544433188391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115749544433188391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/change-happens-everyday.html' title='Change happens everyday'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115746351710999905</id><published>2006-09-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:38:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iBonus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/iMac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/iMac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(image courtesy of Apple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transition is virtually complete. First I have a home zipcode in Minneapolis, then I get an iPod, and now: iMac. My posts will now be from iBonus, not simply Bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which totally rocks and is the best buying, set-up and usage experience of any product I've purchased in the past several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I somehow feel like I moved to the fringe, not the center. I railed against those 'geeks' on Macs, "Get with it! The entire world went PC, you elitist snob! No one uses Apple!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115746351710999905?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115746351710999905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115746351710999905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/ibonus.html' title='iBonus'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115738556674116780</id><published>2006-09-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:51:41.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passing of an Icon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/Steve-holding-croc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/Steve-holding-croc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="textBody" style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today is a sad day. Legendary television star Steve Irwin has been killed while filming an underwater documentary in Queensland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textBody" style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The 44-year-old, who was dubbed 'The Crocodile Hunter', was killed by a stingray barb through the chest while diving off Port Douglas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textBody" style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Local diving operator Steve Edmundson said: "Steve was hit by a stingray in the chest. He probably died from a cardiac arrest from the injury."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textBody" style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I personally mourn the loss of this man as he filled countless hour of my collegiate television experience. On a side note I will not miss the countless number of his voice impressions I've sat through over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textBody" style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tragedies happen in threes - Carolyn fired, The Croc Hunter dies, ... What next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115738556674116780?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115738556674116780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115738556674116780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/passing-of-icon_04.html' title='The Passing of an Icon'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115711713197776072</id><published>2006-09-01T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T07:17:10.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/ck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/ck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gone. Carolyn was fired this week. Here is the quick blurb from our friends at the AP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK - Carolyn Kepcher, who sat by while her boss, Donald Trump, dismissed one would-be apprentice after another, has now felt the full force of his iconic phrase: "You're fired."&lt;br /&gt;Kepcher, a co-star with Trump from the start of "The Apprentice" in 2004 and a longtime employee of the Trump Organization, has been let go.&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Trump wishes her the best," said Trump spokesman Jim Dowd, who confirmed she no longer is with the company.&lt;br /&gt;"Donald and I had different visions for my future role in the company," Kepcher said in a statement. "Donald has been an extraordinary boss and a great mentor over the years, and I will always be grateful."&lt;br /&gt;The New York Post attributed Kepcher's firing to excessive self-promotion as a star at the expense of her performance at her day job. Kepcher could not be located for comment.&lt;br /&gt;Since TV fame beckoned, Kepcher has been active with speaking engagements, made a number of talk-show appearances and two years ago wrote a book, "Carolyn 101."&lt;br /&gt;ASSOCIATED PRESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115711713197776072?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115711713197776072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115711713197776072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/09/fired.html' title='Fired.'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115703276367728609</id><published>2006-08-31T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:59:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it lunchtime yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/dilbertsandwich.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/dilbertsandwich.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if this was going to be a post about long workdays or sandwiches. Both are worthy. I'll let the comments take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though now I'm hungry, 'cause I love a good sandwich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115703276367728609?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115703276367728609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115703276367728609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-it-lunchtime-yet.html' title='Is it lunchtime yet?'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115699512332846387</id><published>2006-08-30T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:34:53.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slinger</title><content type='html'>At Chicago's &lt;a href="http://nocommercialpotential.net/photocollage/img/DinerGrill.jpg"&gt;Diner Grill&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font size=1&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.nocommercialpotential.net/"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/font&gt; there exists a meal known simply as "The Slinger." It costs something like seven bucks and is comprised of... well... we'll get to that later. Upon completion, the fork-wielder is awarded a certificate rife with clip-art of obese people and endorsed with the head chef&amp;mdash;Carlos&amp;mdash;'s signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after a few hours' worth of bocce and billiards at &lt;a href="http://www.halftimerec.com/"&gt;Half-Time&lt;/a&gt;, my friend and I were feeling a mite peckish and headed to Mickey's Diner, upon whose menu I readily noticed all the ingredients for construction of the only thing I craved: a Slinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;The Slinger:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hash Browns&lt;br /&gt;2 Hamburger Patties&lt;br /&gt;2 Eggs, Sunny-Side Up&lt;br /&gt;Chili&lt;br /&gt;Toast&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;Though it ended up costing a bit more, I was still quite satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115699512332846387?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115699512332846387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115699512332846387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/slinger.html' title='The Slinger'/><author><name>Todd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115686710368733308</id><published>2006-08-29T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:11:28.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberrys and Cocaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/crackberry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/crackberry.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addicted, maybe, but users say BlackBerrys improve quality of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/2006/08/24/technology/blackberry.reut/index.htm?cnn=yes"&gt;(Reuters)&lt;/a&gt; is quickly becoming my favorite source for news that doesn’t matter… According to their article “BlackBerry email devices may be addictive, but most business executives insist mobile technology has improved the balance between their work and home” As far as I can tell they pieced the story together using the research below: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"More than one-third of 2,300 executives surveyed in 75 countries believed they spent too much time connected to communications devices"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But more than three-quarters, or 77 percent of respondents, said they believe mobile communication devices primarily enhance their work/life balance rather than impede it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’m not quite sure how either of the stats above directly correlate to the Blackberry…what I am sure of is that now that I have a Blackberry I check my email during dinner. I’m thinking they might want to survey the families of these executives rather than the blackberry toting cocaine addicts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite part of the article is the closing words which seem to resemble Talking Heads song lyrics; “My life is not all that great. How did this happen? Who can I blame for this?'"&lt;br /&gt;Same as it ever was…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115686710368733308?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115686710368733308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115686710368733308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/blackberrys-and-cocaine_29.html' title='Blackberrys and Cocaine'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115680800790122810</id><published>2006-08-28T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:40:28.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knee Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lookdownmusic.com/pics/summer06/images/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://www.lookdownmusic.com/pics/summer06/images/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently had the pleasure of touring the country with a widely-unknown rock group called &lt;a href="http://www.lookdownmusic.com/"&gt;Look Down&lt;/a&gt;. Though the road was frought with miscues and cancelled dates, we somehow managed to make the most of it and still put together a serviceable set of gigs. It was more fun than anyone should ever be allowed to have. The tour took us from Minneapolis, out East, then back again. All in all, it lasted about three weeks and cost us hundreds of dollars in gas money. The shows were sparsely attended at best, but the band still managed to sell a couple CDs to concertgoers in New York and Richmond, Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason I'm writing about all of this is because, at present, I am stitching together frame after frame of the seemingly endless footage I shot while with them on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentary, turns out, is a tricky thing. Where in narrative the story is a given—known from the moment shooting begins—in Documentary, it's really just the opposite—more of a navigating process; trying to find a story to tell within the hours and hours and hours of already-shot film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me batshit-insane. It's like pulling weeds out of a garden, or teeth out of my own skull. I'm tired, and I'm frustrated, and I need someone to shout at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115680800790122810?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115680800790122810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115680800790122810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/knee-deep.html' title='Knee Deep'/><author><name>Todd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115678205219427748</id><published>2006-08-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:21:52.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/bday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can hardly believe it, but it has been just over a year since we started the BFAW blog, taking the blogosphere by storm with my creatively-entitled first post, &lt;a href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2005/08/gotta-have-friend-at-work.html"&gt;Gotta have a friend at work.&lt;/a&gt; It's been both enjoyable and (I think) theraputic for those involved thus far. I think I'd keep this blog even if nobody read what we wrote, but would like to thank everyone who has taken the trouble to post and comment, especially Dahl, Raasch, Broman and Scaramuzzo for their support in the early days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlights are too many to list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few stats :&lt;br /&gt;In total, 193 posts and 724 comments (including trackbacks and pingbacks).&lt;br /&gt;4100 page loads and 1,440 unique visitors*&lt;br /&gt;Most visited post: &lt;a href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2005/11/punished-for-love.html"&gt;Punished for love&lt;/a&gt; (only because it contains the words; sex, lesbian, and bathroom)&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Controversy &lt;a href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/04/folks-in-marketing-say-we-need-more.html"&gt;(suggested banner change)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most common search engine string: &lt;a href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_bfaw_archive.html"&gt;JEK Consulting&lt;/a&gt; (apparanltey this scam ended up being widespread)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-settle.html"&gt;Four&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/04/build-stadiums-using-other-peoples.html#comments"&gt;posts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/02/4-questions-on-corner.html"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-sign.html"&gt;recommend&lt;/a&gt;. (if you don't like em...suggest something else...or better yet POST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Tracking of page loads and visitors did not begin until March of 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115678205219427748?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115678205219427748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115678205219427748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115670017475728507</id><published>2006-08-27T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:40:19.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/camera_watch_phone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/camera_watch_phone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I asked you right now..."what time is it"- where would you look? Would you check your watch, computer, a wall-clock, or your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;According to a poorly written &lt;a href="http://go.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=technologyNews&amp;storyID=13298065&amp;amp;src=rss/technologyNews"&gt;Reuters&lt;/a&gt; opinion article most people these days would answer "cell phone". The article goes on to say "the proliferation of cell phones, with their list of extra features, has had the knock-on effect of eliminating the need to wear a wristwatch unless it is to make a fashion statement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This begs the question: Why didn't the cell phone wrist watch ever take off? One need look no further than the photo above for the answer. Also if indeed the cell phone is replacing the watch does this mean I need multiple cell phones for the purpose of accessorizing (dress, casual, work, athletic, waterproof, etc...)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115670017475728507?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115670017475728507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115670017475728507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/watch-out.html' title='Watch out?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115651793051058517</id><published>2006-08-25T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:29:48.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A culture of innovation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/tpaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/tpaw.jpg" border="0" height="229" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the opportunity this week to meet the leader of the free world and our great governor Tim Pawlenty… let me rephrase that – I paid to meet them. Anyway it was a pleasure to contribute to the respective campaigns and hear them wax poetic on the state of the state and our country. I was particularly interested in the governor’s words in regards to building a “culture of innovation” in the state of Minnesota. He spoke to the importance of attracting entrepreneurs, artisans, and the creative class. He indicated the importance of having world class attractions, the Guthrie, Walker, and yes even sports stadiums. He closed out the thought with these eloquent words "If we're going to have a state zoo, let's not have a sucky one" You gotta love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115651793051058517?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115651793051058517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115651793051058517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/culture-of-innovation.html' title='A culture of innovation...'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115651365460742639</id><published>2006-08-25T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:41:11.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurkers and the Lying Lurkers Who Love Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/aaa.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/lurker.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need you to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out of the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only for a brief moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get some sun. Grab some glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your parents proud that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115651365460742639?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115651365460742639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115651365460742639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/lurkers-and-lying-lurkers-who-love.html' title='Lurkers and the Lying Lurkers Who Love Them'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115644145068193683</id><published>2006-08-24T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:50:57.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluto a planet no more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/pluto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/320/pluto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was announced that Pluto will no longer be considered a planet.  Some top scientist says that Pluto should be considered a star only and not a planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final vote will take place next week to get consensus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit angry about this. For over 60 years, Pluto has been a planet. They even named a Disney character after this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going to change next? Is the Sun going to be considered a star too??&lt;br /&gt;This is just insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115644145068193683?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115644145068193683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115644145068193683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/pluto-planet-no-more.html' title='Pluto a planet no more?'/><author><name>turbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11650615458641283594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/jellyshoes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115621457799351123</id><published>2006-08-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:51:51.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes on my Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/snakes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/snakes.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After much anticipation and hype I went to see "Snakes on a Plane" which opened in theatres this past weekend. For months I've been enthralled with the marketing genius behind the promotion of the film. Because of Samuel Jackson's presence, its ridiculous title, and &lt;a href="http://rohitbhargava.typepad.com/weblog/2006/08/snakes_on_a_pla.html"&gt;viral marketing &lt;/a&gt; the movie became an online sensation well before previews aired. Fans made T-shirts and mock trailers, and even suggested lines for Jackson's character to say in the film. (The moviemakers enjoyed the hype so much that they inserted some of the suggestions, including, "I've had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!") As if this film didn't have enough going for it already some guy named &lt;a href="http://www.giantmag.com/2006/07/movies/snakes-on-his-motherfucking-flesh/#more-148"&gt;Dozier&lt;/a&gt; (aka ibgerd) permanently inked the movie's logo onto his arm before it even hit the bigscreen. Good news for Dozier though! New Line Cinema launched a &lt;a href="http://www.snakesonaplane.com/fansweeps/index.html"&gt;# 1 fan sweepstakes &lt;/a&gt;allowing fans to nominate each other. He's currently in second place with 12,000 votes which qualifies him for a poster, hat, and t-shirt. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115621457799351123?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115621457799351123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115621457799351123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/snakes-on-my-blog.html' title='Snakes on my Blog'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115582178168322378</id><published>2006-08-17T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:49:00.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/sugarraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/sugarraw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my usual coffee shop this morning. Been getting coffee there six days a week since it opened. I know the owners well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday I'm told, "Sorry, we're out of raw sugar. Should have some soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, still nothing. So I suggest maybe getting some at Cub Foods. The server (not the owner), says, "No, they only have bulk. We need the little packets." So I walk over to the little 'service' island that has napkins, stir sticks, honey and regular (bulk) sugar in a nice glass dispenser. "Why can't you buy bulk raw sugar and put it in one of these?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "Good question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo....today, owner is there. I ask again, and no raw sugar. I recommend the same option mentioned yesterday to the server. Answer from the OWNER, "It costs more at Cub. I'd have to charge you more for your coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I already pay $2-$3 per DAY for my coffee. I bet I wouldn't even notice the extra 10 cents. I DO notice the absence of raw sugar. I wonder if they'll notice when I don't come there for my coffee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115582178168322378?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115582178168322378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115582178168322378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-is-broken.html' title='Something is Broken'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115575399357106525</id><published>2006-08-16T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:47:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think you know a guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few years back I worked at a fantastic little cpu hardware manufacturing company. The company is and was relatively small thus it wasn’t odd to have frequent contact with the founder and CEO, Robert (Bob) Beale. I was a young kid, fresh out of school, and was always impressed by Bob’s presence. I remember him as being an intelligent guy, who seemed to have achieved a great deal of success both personally and professionally. I remember him being “socially awkward” but thought perhaps that was more a reflection of an MIT graduate trying to make conversation with a 21 year old. In one specific instance Bob had heard that I was running marathons – he commented to me “I would never guessed you were a runner, you have such a chubby face”… nice real nice. Anyway I digress, it was common knowledge around the office that Bob was a devout Christian, a family man, and had some sort of issue with paying taxes. With the cast of characters I worked with at the time those qualities hardly made Bob seem abnormal. I’ve stayed in touch with a few folks at the company over the years and occasionally get a good bit of gossip but nothing like the news I got yesterday. &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/462/story/616807.html"&gt;Tax-protesting Maple Grove boss is on the lam&lt;/a&gt; . It appears that the Bob skipped trial as he was facing several counts of tax evasion and 1.6 million in fines. I would not have been the least bit surprised to hear that Bob was convicted but the idea that I broke bread with a fugitive of the law…you can’t make this stuff up. Bob Beale wherever you are – Good luck and God Speed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115575399357106525?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115575399357106525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115575399357106525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-when-you-think-you-know-guy.html' title='Just when you think you know a guy...'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115561370201538408</id><published>2006-08-14T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:08:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for some (Fantasy) Football??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/NFL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/320/NFL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is that time again. Getting the kids ready to go back to school, cutting the lawn in the crisp air and yes fantasy football time. I know that I have posted on fantasy football before - but I want to make sure you know what you are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of the few who has not participated in fantasy football, I suggest you make this your year to do so. Let me give you this angle - from a work perspective. How often do you get a chance to make small talk with a VP or a director? Well, here is your chance. Odds are many of your big wigs are playing this ever-growing sport/game. Take 25 or 50 bucks and you will have the best 5 months of your year - this I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of checking the same websites over and over each day? No need to worry. Now you have Sportsline and Fanball to look at all day long. You can analyze players, determine rankings, set line-ups, and make trades. Ah the trades - that is where the fun comes in. It is a game within a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, by now you think I am a total dork who does nothing during the months of September thru December except play fantasy football. Well, I guess you would be partially correct. I just want to give you a chance to become part of something special, something life-changing, something greater than us all. Alright, you get the idea and I am getting way to carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is - "Are you ready for some football?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115561370201538408?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115561370201538408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115561370201538408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-you-ready-for-some-fantasy.html' title='Are you ready for some (Fantasy) Football??'/><author><name>turbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11650615458641283594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/jellyshoes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115556913212289646</id><published>2006-08-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:35:08.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/comfort%20food.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/comfort%20food.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My workplace cafeteria has a section which they have termed “comfort food”. Today’s menu items include; Chicken Chili Casserole topped with Tortilla Chips and Hungarian Goulash served over Buttered Egg Noodles (each dish comes with a side of vegetables which are cooked in vats of bacon fat and melted butter). Each day I walk into the cafeteria and stare at the individuals lined up to consume this stuff during their lunch break. I’ve got to be honest here most of these folks don’t represent what I would term pinnacles of health. After great pause I asked myself what is “comfort food” and why would my company be dishing this out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comfort_food"&gt;Comfort Food&lt;/a&gt; refers to any food to which one habitually turns to for temporary respite, security, or special reward. The reasons that something becomes a comfort food include the food's familiarity, simplicity, and/or pleasant associations. A substantial majority of comfort foods are composed largely of simple or complex carbohydrate, such as sugar, rice, refined wheat, and so on. It has been postulated that such foods induce an opiate-like effect in the brain, which may account for their soothing nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research suggests that food high in fat, sugar, and calories lowers the body’s response to chronic stress. People may console themselves with "comfort food" because they are anxious, lonely, angry, or suffering from low self-esteem. There is a characteristic type of depression with symptoms that include lethargy and overeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery solved – a fat and happy workforce is inherently better than a fit and angry bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115556913212289646?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115556913212289646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115556913212289646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/mmm-comfort-food.html' title='Mmm Comfort Food'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115516114381181851</id><published>2006-08-09T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:29:18.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Favorite Flavor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/320/jelly%20belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ballin and I were talking today and I learned that he absolutely loves red licorice but that he hates black licorice. Then, the conversation turned to jelly beans. He obviously dislikes licorice flavor jelly beans. What about you? What's your favorite flavor? Brand? Do you eat multiple ones to create a "flavor"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115516114381181851?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115516114381181851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115516114381181851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-your-favorite-flavor.html' title='What&apos;s your Favorite Flavor?'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872321280704790938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/kitty.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115514313917883026</id><published>2006-08-09T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:14:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/abc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/abc.0.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1968 Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel best summed it up in their song "Mrs. Robinson:" "Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio, a nation turns its lonely eyes to you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That song spoke to a time when life was much simpler, and sports were plentiful with heroes and idols to look up to. This is becoming an old and tired rant but it blows my mind that every day I pick up the paper and read about some cyclist taking illegal drugs, baseball players doing steroids, or a football player beating his wife. I'm left to believe that for most professional athletes if it wasn't for their ability to perform one socially irrelevant act - they would be on the streets killing people and stealing my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps you are not quite as jaded as me...take a moment to read today's &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=2544230"&gt;AP story &lt;/a&gt;on the former Ohio State RB Maurice Clarret who was arrested this morning wearing a bullet resistant vest, carrying four loaded guns, a 9mm handgun under his legs, and a bottle of vodka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115514313917883026?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115514313917883026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115514313917883026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-have-you-gone-joe-dimaggio.html' title='Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115506103432599518</id><published>2006-08-08T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:17:14.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Marketing Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/060808_palm_island_hmed_8a.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/060808_palm_island_hmed_8a.hmedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be cool to have the CMW logo rise out of Lake Minnetonka, or elsewhere in the world? Just like the palm tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUBAI, United Arab Emirates - With 14,000 laborers toiling day and night, the first of Dubai’s three palm-shaped islands is finally about to get its first residents.&lt;br /&gt;The Palm Jumeirah, a 12-square-mile island group, is part of what’s billed as the largest land-reclamation project in the world, the product of five years of brute hauling of millions of tons of Persian Gulf sand and quarried rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more here: &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14243983/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14243983/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115506103432599518?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115506103432599518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115506103432599518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/global-marketing-idea.html' title='Global Marketing Idea'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115505856268354230</id><published>2006-08-08T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:36:02.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bacteria free mouse...for the clean freak in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/mouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;File this one under “innovation for the sake of innovation”. The “M-ABUR” series USB mouse from Elecom Corporation uses an anti-bacterial medicine resin which prevents the multiplication of bacteria on its surface. The mouse confirms to the Japanese JIS Z 2801 standard – which I imagine is really great! The mouse is available in four pleasing colors-Blue/Orange/ Pink/Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you but I’m pretty sure I have never once been concerned about getting a bacterial infection from any work related appliance. However, now that I take a closer look at my mouse there seems to be some sort of “dirt gu” that has accumulated in the spot where my index finger rests. Hmmm – maybe it’s time for me to invest in Elecom stock. To get more information go &lt;a href="http://www.fareastgizmos.com/computing/elecom_mabur_series_usb_mouse.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115505856268354230?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115505856268354230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115505856268354230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/bacteria-free-mousefor-clean-freak-in.html' title='bacteria free mouse...for the clean freak in you'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115472354964519079</id><published>2006-08-04T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:51:10.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you remember when going to a weekend rock festival seemed like a good idea? (by the way is it wrong that I find that picture strangely erotic? don't answer that) Anyway it wasn't so long ago that I was at Lollapalooza jamming to the Beastie Boys, Ministry, and the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. At that point in my life I thought it was pretty much the coolest thing ever. In the great midwest this weekend Lollapalooza and WeFest are taking concert goers by storm - perhaps its the other way around. Either way I can't fathom anything I'd find less enjoyable than sitting in sweltering heat, with a bunch of sweaty kids, drinking $6 beer. I hear this year they have mud wrestling contests so perhaps I'll reconsider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115472354964519079?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115472354964519079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115472354964519079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-remember-when.html' title='Do you remember when?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115472039044708387</id><published>2006-08-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:39:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not wearing any underwear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/1600/chptlbrdunderwear72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/320/chptlbrdunderwear72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/1600/chptlbrdnotcoming72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/320/chptlbrdnotcoming72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these ads.  They make me laugh out loud.  What other ads catch your eye.  And why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115472039044708387?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115472039044708387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115472039044708387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-wearing-any-underwear.html' title='I&apos;m not wearing any underwear'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872321280704790938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/kitty.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115462692448479741</id><published>2006-08-03T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:42:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Soap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/squidsoap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/400/squidsoap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will all be OK. Fears of ever greater numbers of children running amok on the playgrounds and recreation centers in your neighborhood with dirty little hands...and along comes a product that alleviates the terror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And parents who just never get around to teaching the basics (we have to get to soccer/dance/gymnastics/swimming/crafts/etc/etc - no time to wash your hands!), the Squid will do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training Soap for Little Squids&lt;br /&gt;by Steve, Wednesday, August 02, 2006 &lt;a title="Edit Post" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=14662298&amp;postID=115455772057278052&amp;amp;quickEdit=true"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new product called, "&lt;a href="http://www.squidsoap.com/"&gt;SquidSoap&lt;/a&gt;" is designed to teach kids good habits in washing their hands thoroughly.When you push down on SquidSoap's dispenser, it shoots a small amount of black ink with the soap. You're supposed to keep washing your hands until you remove all the black ink. It takes about 15 to 20 seconds to get everything off.The company that makes this, Squidsoap, LP, out of Wichita Falls, TX, claims it's also a toy, because the orange-colored squid tentacles that adorn the bottle is stretchable, providing kids with hours of fun.Imagine, kids having fun with handsoap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115462692448479741?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115462692448479741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115462692448479741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/training-soap.html' title='Training Soap'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115454610102270351</id><published>2006-08-02T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:15:01.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People are strange...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/nice%20teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/200/nice%20teeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My good friend Jim Morrison once said "People are strange, when you're a stranger, Faces look ugly when you're alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said it's almost time for the great Minnesota Get Together - the State Fair. My favorite part isn't the rides, fried food, or even the plays at the 4H building but rather the people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get everybody in the right frame of mind here is a link to a photo site with images snapped at county fairs across the country - &lt;a href="http://earthsworld.com/"&gt;Fair Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at the fair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115454610102270351?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115454610102270351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115454610102270351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-are-strange.html' title='People are strange...'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115403244872798863</id><published>2006-07-27T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:34:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to keep up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/krzr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/krzr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James Lileks, Star Tribune&lt;br /&gt;Last update: July 26, 2006 – 5:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like your Razr? Gosh, that's too bad. Motorola has just released a smaller, more stylish Razr called the Krzr, and it's 1 centimeter thinner. It also has a metallic gloss finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be quite clear: People with the Krzr are now better than people with the Razr. Morally, spiritually, aesthetically: They're just plain better. Having a hot new phone will do that for you, which is why people are desperate to get one. Yours truly included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, though, what I'd be willing to do. What if they wanted a lifetime contract?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be with us for the rest of your time on Earth, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. What's the early-cancellation penalty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah. It is exquisitely devilish. A stealthy hit man will be assigned to your case. He will follow you for months, shadowing your every move, learning every detail of your life until he knows it like his own. He will appear when you least expect it! Perhaps he will step from the shadows; perhaps he will sit next to you at the movie theater. Perhaps he will be the ordinary fellow at the next pump at the gas station. However he chooses to reveal the moment, you will know that your time has come, and in that horrible moment of fear and despair, you will regret the steps that led you to this moment. And then he will hand you a bill for $576, adjusted for any ringtones ordered after the official cancellation date, but not delivered, with an additional $32 account-deactivation charge, and a pro-rated rebate form for recovering federal universal-access fees. It's the law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So he doesn't kill me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. That didn't test well in a pilot program."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign me up!&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other products do you now deem disposable because there is something 'new' on the market?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115403244872798863?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115403244872798863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115403244872798863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/try-to-keep-up.html' title='Try to keep up!'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115400300096394414</id><published>2006-07-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T05:23:20.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalks made of rubber??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/sidewalks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/320/sidewalks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an article recently on the increased use of rubber sidewalks to help prevent tree roots from damage and sidewalks from constant repairs. This got me thinking - this is a pretty cool idea. Now business folk that must walk to work in cities such as D.C. now have an easier stroll into work. Their joints feel better with the rubber sidewalk under their feet and falls are a lot less painful. Why don't we do something like this on the roads? Make them all out of rubber. From the article it is pretty apparent that there is a whole lot of excess rubber (left over from used tires), to make these sidewalks. If we made a road of rubber, we wouldn't have anymore potholes, roadwork, etc. Maybe MNDot wouldn't like this as it would put them out of work - but just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pick some of these up and put them in my backyard for my 2 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115400300096394414?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115400300096394414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115400300096394414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/sidewalks-made-of-rubber.html' title='Sidewalks made of rubber??'/><author><name>turbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11650615458641283594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/jellyshoes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115395001190284341</id><published>2006-07-26T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:01:34.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give this guy a Medal not a Citation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/index.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 81-year-old father of U.S. Sen. Norm Coleman was cited for lewd conduct and indecent exposure Tuesday for allegedly having sex in a vehicle with a 38-year-old woman, according to police reports and sources. See the entire story on the &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/587/story/576512.html"&gt;Star Tribune &lt;/a&gt;I'm thinking the state of Minnesota needs to honor this guy...perhaps a statue of him the car and the lady on the footsteps of the state capitol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115395001190284341?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115395001190284341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115395001190284341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/give-this-guy-medal-not-citation.html' title='Give this guy a Medal not a Citation!'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115392364087198287</id><published>2006-07-26T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T07:21:36.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug you til you wake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/blowfly-707257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/blowfly-707257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seem to have hit a wall in terms of new and innovative bathroom technology. Thus the logical move is to the bedroom. I present you with the &lt;a href="http://www.blowflyalarmclock.net/"&gt;"Blowfly Alarm Clock"&lt;/a&gt; Snooze no more thanks to the Blowfly alarm clock. It works by launching itself at the preset time, hovers in the air and emits an annoying buzzing noise much like that of a Nat or mosquito. To get the Blowfly alarm clock to shut up, you have to peel back your crusty eyes and catch the little bugger. Not sure how high it flies or where, but if you've got low ceilings or a fan you might consider a Sony dream machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115392364087198287?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115392364087198287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115392364087198287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/bug-you-til-you-wake.html' title='Bug you til you wake'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115386253373866065</id><published>2006-07-25T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:26:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know these Zombies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/Baribeau_Jessica_rae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/Baribeau_Jessica_rae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was in dowtown Minneapolis on Saturday night for dinner and a show at the Orpheum. One moment I was watching a drum line perform on the stree corner. The next minute I saw a group of people in rags covered with blood being halled away by the police. It was difficult for me to make sense of what was happening until the story unfolded today on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kstp.com/article/stories/S17817.html?cat=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KSTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="028759"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pparently it is against the law to pretend to look like an undead ghoul carrying a bag "with wires sticking out." Six friends spruced up in fake blood and tattered clothing were arrested in downtown Minneapolis on suspicion of toting "simulated weapons of mass destruction." Police said the group were allegedly carrying bags with wires sticking out, making it look like a bomb, while meandering and dancing to music as part of a "zombie dance party" Saturday night. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; The entire ordeal raises a number of questions for me: 1) Would this have been okay if they didn't have bags with wires sticking out? 2) This is really peoples idea of what constitutes a "good time" 3) Who was watching the guy accross the street dealing crack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115386253373866065?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115386253373866065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115386253373866065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-you-know-these-zombies.html' title='Do you know these Zombies?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115376358209406941</id><published>2006-07-24T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T10:53:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Red Paperclip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/red%20clip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/red%20clip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What would you be willing to trade Kyle MacDonald for that giant red paperclip? On July 12, 2005 he traded that clip for a fish pen and 13 trades later, on July 12, 2006 he traded with the Town of Kipling Saskatchewan for a house. See his blog &lt;a href="http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/"&gt;oneredpaperclip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115376358209406941?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115376358209406941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115376358209406941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-red-paperclip.html' title='One Red Paperclip'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115334813069098748</id><published>2006-07-19T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:31:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason to buy organic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/17adco.large1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/17adco.large1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CBS has announced that it will place laser imprints of its trademark eye insignia, as well as logos for some of its shows, on eggs — 35 million Eggs in September and October. CBS’s copywriters are referring to the medium as “egg-vertising”. Schweitzer of CBS said "The best thing about the egg concept was its intrusiveness, you can’t avoid it”. In today's world of opt in advertising I'll be opting out. I've always been in the habit of inspecting eggs, fruit, and vegetables prior to purchase. In most cases I have no idea what I'm really looking for or what the "perfect tomato" feels like but now I have new purpose in my mindful inspection of grocery items. For more details go &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/17/business/media/17adco.html?ei=5090&amp;en=9aa212bf4667079a&amp;amp;amp;amp;ex=1310788800&amp;adxnnl=1&amp;amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;emc=rss&amp;amp;adxnnlx=1153346448-JveVVZ+ihBetn4KYUc7ppw"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/17/business/media/17adco.html?ei=5090&amp;en=9aa212bf4667079a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ex=1310788800&amp;adxnnl=1&amp;amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;emc=rss&amp;amp;adxnnlx=1153346448-JveVVZ+ihBetn4KYUc7ppw"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115334813069098748?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115334813069098748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115334813069098748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-reason-to-buy-organic.html' title='Another reason to buy organic'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115327244373139629</id><published>2006-07-18T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:29:26.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my kind of MBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/1943/1600/bethel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/1943/320/bethel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad I got my MBA from St. Thomas when Bethel is offering a program that is family friendly and offers family entertainment while the students study. It is good to know that there are forward thinking institutions out there. GO ROYALS read the whole story in Business Week &lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/bschools/content/jul2006/bs20060711_9142.htm"&gt;http://www.businessweek.com/bschools/content/jul2006/bs20060711_9142.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115327244373139629?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115327244373139629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115327244373139629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-my-kind-of-mba.html' title='This is my kind of MBA'/><author><name>lutefisk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115322940746380880</id><published>2006-07-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T06:32:21.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoof Card - Be Who You Want to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/man.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/man.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you heard of Spoof Cards yet? Legislation recently passed that made these legal. Essentially they are phone cards that can be purchased by anyone for as little as ten dollars. The cards work as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Enter your pin number.&lt;br /&gt;2. Enter Destination number.&lt;br /&gt;3. Enter Any Caller ID Number you wish to display.&lt;br /&gt;4. Choose the voice you would like to use. (man or woman)&lt;br /&gt;5. Your call is connected using the specified Caller ID Number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for example these cards allow people to display Hennepin County Court House on the caller ID of the individual they are dialing, let them select a male or female voice, and open the door to fraud. The latest scheme has people doing exactly as noted above and then suggesting they missed jury duty and need to pay a fine via the phone. To get your card today go &lt;a href="http://www.spoofcard.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115322940746380880?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115322940746380880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115322940746380880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/spoof-card-be-who-you-want-to-be.html' title='Spoof Card - Be Who You Want to Be'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115315030256872684</id><published>2006-07-17T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:31:42.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't do that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/Dilbert%20do%20nothing.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/400/Dilbert%20do%20nothing.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you put in front of your work or life commitments that allows you to say, "I can't"?  How do we mitigate this natural human tendency?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115315030256872684?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115315030256872684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115315030256872684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-do-that.html' title='I can&apos;t do that.'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115282657434657448</id><published>2006-07-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:36:14.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and You Shall Receive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/lite-cylinder-see-through.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/lite-cylinder-see-through.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is an invention I've been waiting my whole life for! Or at least since I fired up the grill this spring and discovered my propane tank was empty. I thought to myself why doesn't somebody invent a propane tank that has some sort of meter that indiates if it is full or empty or even better a see-through tank. Only a month into summer and the invention has arrived - never wonder again if your propane is empty with the &lt;a href="http://litecylinder.com/interior_20_cylinder.html"&gt;Lite Cylinder&lt;/a&gt;. Now if i can just figure out how to buy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115282657434657448?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115282657434657448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115282657434657448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and You Shall Receive'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115262401724150254</id><published>2006-07-11T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:20:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving BFAWs credit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/1943/1600/back2basics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/1943/320/back2basics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in November 2005 a fellow BFAW posted regarding the Back to the Basics Toaster. I bought it for my wife and it was a fantastic birthday present because it gets used at least 5 times every week.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you BFAW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115262401724150254?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115262401724150254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115262401724150254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/giving-bfaws-credit.html' title='Giving BFAWs credit'/><author><name>lutefisk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115257297924754964</id><published>2006-07-10T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:09:39.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/320/disco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is 4:30 on a Thursday and you are at work. You have some time to kill, so you need to think of something to pass the time. You have explored all website that are work safe, made 4 trips to the vending machine, and talked with everyone that you can think of. So, what do you do next? I know - make a kick ass puppet show disco style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this link, this guy is awesome and should not be working at a grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getdisco.com/video03d.html"&gt;http://www.getdisco.com/video03d.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115257297924754964?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115257297924754964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115257297924754964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/disco-at-work.html' title='Disco at Work'/><author><name>turbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11650615458641283594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/jellyshoes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115221193172755505</id><published>2006-07-06T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:26:51.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spacing It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...or, "The ROI of Geosciences Interoperability Standards".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this: &lt;a href="http://www.geospatial-online.com/geospatialsolutions/article/articleDetail.jsp?id=303345"&gt;http://www.geospatial-online.com/geospatialsolutions/article/articleDetail.jsp?id=303345&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There apparently is some sort of ROI for NASA. I had my best people do a quick process map:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/NASA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115221193172755505?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115221193172755505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115221193172755505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/spacing-it.html' title='Spacing It...'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115210921441124832</id><published>2006-07-05T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T07:20:14.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we learn in space?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/1943/1600/ShuttleLaunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/1943/320/ShuttleLaunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not a science junky and I appreciate those who are, but today I'm wondering what are we really learning in space? Discovery launched again and I would shudder to know how much it cost. Thanks to NASA we have velcro but what other tangible benefits are coming out of our space program? I'm guessing there is some good stuff going one if Thomas Reiter is staying in the space station for 6 months, but please educate the uneducated please.  The popular news outlets just cover the granular details on the launch and who is going up there.  Is this just a PR issue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115210921441124832?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115210921441124832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115210921441124832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-do-we-learn-in-space.html' title='What do we learn in space?'/><author><name>lutefisk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115163964677545019</id><published>2006-06-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:55:49.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering what the kids are up to these days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTP4yp8y_NA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cTP4yp8y_NA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; All the cools are making explosives with dry ice and warm water.&lt;br /&gt; Happy 4th of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115163964677545019?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115163964677545019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115163964677545019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/wondering-what-kids-are-up-to-these.html' title='Wondering what the kids are up to these days?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115158417637579687</id><published>2006-06-29T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T06:07:58.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Your Banner Ad Do This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/front-pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/front-pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should ballin have all the bathroom fun? In true BFAW support, here is another innovative way to advertise to a captive audience, courtesy of our friends at FastCompany - they highlighted a new company called "Wizmark". You can find out more at &lt;a href="http://www.wizmark.com"&gt;www.wizmark.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a title="View index of this issue" href="http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/107"&gt;Issue 107&lt;/a&gt; July 2006 Page 51 By: Jennifer Pollock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online advertising is growing 30% a year--but there's more innovative stuff happening in the physical world, where the message isn't confined by the dimensions of a browser screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ad.doubleclick.net/jump/fastcompany/sales_marketing;pos=top;tile=6;sz=336x280;ord=123456789?" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ongoing struggle with message clutter, ads that are creative, strange, and often three-dimensional can be the most effective. The future of advertising, says Charlie Jones, chief marketing officer of RedPeg, an Alexandria, Viginia-based agency, will be about creating unexpected connections to memorable, real-world experiences in ways that bring brands to life.&lt;br /&gt;So how about electrical outlets in airport terminals? Bradley and Montgomery's new campaign for Chase Commercial Banking slaps ads just above 90 outlets around Indianapolis International Airport. Plug in your laptop, see the ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or take your typical urinal. (Please.) Clients such as Viacom's Country Music Television and Molson beer are spreading the word via the Wizmark, which fits inside a urinal and delivers sound and images when it senses a new, uh, customer. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We feel we have the most captive audience,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says Richard Deutsch, director of Healthquest Technologies Inc., Wizmark's proud parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next time you step out of your car, you may find your parking space talking to you. Parking Stripe Advertising has placed vinyl-strip ads in lots on behalf of Ford Motor Co., Qwest, and others--with recorded-pitch versions coming soon. Some 80% of consumers say they remember the messages. Try that with a banner ad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115158417637579687?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115158417637579687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115158417637579687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-your-banner-ad-do-this.html' title='Can Your Banner Ad Do This?'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115150059720636185</id><published>2006-06-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:24:24.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linguistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/1600/car%20fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2559/1480/320/car%20fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Ballin recently had the misfortune of a car fire. No, worries, the only injury sustained was to the car and it’s minor. But, it was through this that a “top five” word emerged: carbeque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite word?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115150059720636185?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115150059720636185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115150059720636185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/linguistics.html' title='Linguistics'/><author><name>Kitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872321280704790938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/kitty.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115144192573693505</id><published>2006-06-27T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:11:32.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The WNBA could use the help of a good stripper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/p1_wnba.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/p1_wnba.0.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In today's edition of the StarTribune Rachel Blount wrote an article titled "&lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/10073/story/517338.html"&gt;Glorification, not objectification, is the goal&lt;/a&gt;" regarding the WNBA. Essentially there was some controversy this past week when in the sports section an ad for the local strip club Deja Vu ran parallel to a WNBA headline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel suggested the ad "served as a giant "MEN ONLY" sign in the sports section, making women readers feel about as welcome as they would be at a prostate clinic. They also reminded us that destructive, sexist stereotypes still lurk in our culture, even as sports continue to empower and enrich women of all ages."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote Marianne Moody Jennings who said the "WNBA, with its Janet Reno look, is crestfallen. The women of soccer garnered sell-outs while the WNBA struggles. It was the babes, stupid, who did nothing more than set out to win, not conquer the world or even make NOW proud. They were themselves, complete with allure and lip gloss. Feminism continues to ignore and dismiss two of the female's greatest powers: individuality and femininity. With their victim attitude and denigration of the role of motherhood, feminists have discounted charm and sold the snake oil that there are no differences between men and women." Perhaps it is an ignorant viewpoint on my part... but if the WNBA doesn't start celebrating the differences soon they may not last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115144192573693505?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115144192573693505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115144192573693505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/wnba-could-use-help-of-good-stripper.html' title='The WNBA could use the help of a good stripper...'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115141151368810355</id><published>2006-06-27T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:07:39.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dividing by zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/cookbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/cookbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This from our friend Seth Godin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first learned division, you were told it was against the law to divide by zero. As if something horrible would happen if you tried.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the cover of this cookbook. There are way more than a million copies of the series in print. The key tagline? "Nothing is made from scratch."&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine ten years ago pitching that idea? It goes against everything a cookbook stands for. It's inconsistent. An oxymoron. You're a moron. That's like dividing by...&lt;br /&gt;Oh. It worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other products can we think of like this? Maybe those brownies that are already mixed, in an oven-safe container...why not just buy at the bakery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.typepad.com/t/trackback/5191113"&gt;http://www.typepad.com/t/trackback/5191113&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115141151368810355?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115141151368810355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115141151368810355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/dividing-by-zero.html' title='Dividing by zero'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115133047644307225</id><published>2006-06-26T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:01:16.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeland Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/detector1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/detector1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm running around Lake Nokomis this morning. As I near the beach, I see two guys with metal detectors, like the one pictured. One is working the grassy area near the running path across from the beach; another is thigh deep in the lake, in the swimming area. Neither appeared to have any official uniform. I can't believe the terrorists have mined my beach. I kept to the trail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115133047644307225?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115133047644307225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115133047644307225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/homeland-security.html' title='Homeland Security'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115133163436138781</id><published>2006-06-26T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:20:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/BFAW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/BFAW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all have goals right? There are things we want to do, things we plan to do, and things we aspire to do. My goals happen to be written down on a piece of notebook paper. As I walk through life I sort of check them off like items on a grocery list and occasionally supplement with something new. This weekend I put a check on the list. For the past few years I have had it in my mind (and on my list) that I wanted to kayak the entire length of the Minnehaha Creek. By no means was this an impossible goal rather one that just required a little time and a friend to enjoy the journey. So on Saturday morning I set out with fellow BFAW Lutefisk. After six and a half hours of great scenery, great conversation, and decent paddling - Mission Accomplished. The feeling that followed was strangely unfamiliar. I would define it as emptiness. Don't get me wrong I had a great time and the ability to escape in the midst of an urban city is priceless. I think I was expecting the same euphoria that follows crossing the finish line in a marathon -some sort of intense sense of accomplishment. After a little reflection I realized as in many situations “the journey is the reward" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115133163436138781?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115133163436138781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115133163436138781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-next.html' title='What next?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115103915820459390</id><published>2006-06-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:06:47.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urinals that Inspire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/shell%20front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/shell%20front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those that suffer from Paruresis the medical term for "shy bladder syndrome" perhaps all you need is the right inspiration. I'm considering faking the condition and insisting that my workplace install the toilet on the left under the auspices that it is the only urinal ever made that I'm able to use in public. I assume the same people that help me out with an ergonomically approved office would champion my cause. If you are interested in additional custom urinal designs click &lt;a href="http://www.clarkmade.com/urinals.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. In reality I actually feel that these particular designs might actually give me a shy bladder. I mean seriously if your going to design a custom urinal should it really be a seashell or a flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115103915820459390?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115103915820459390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115103915820459390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/urinals-that-inspire.html' title='Urinals that Inspire'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115098605426328113</id><published>2006-06-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T07:21:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need more privacy at work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/4.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might not be able to keep your crack IT staff from monitoring your web browsing but you can keep you pesky cube mates from watching. I know a few folks in ERP that might really benefit from this design. Forget about those "anti-glare" screens and get your self a "&lt;a href="http://www.interaction.rca.ac.uk/people/alumni/04-06/joe-malia/projects/project2.html"&gt;hoodie&lt;/a&gt;". I'll buy if means you'll blog more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115098605426328113?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115098605426328113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115098605426328113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/need-more-privacy-at-work.html' title='Need more privacy at work?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115091330147126067</id><published>2006-06-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:08:21.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big City or Small City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/minneapolis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/320/minneapolis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in the big city, well ok, a suburb of the big city. Since I was born until I was 25 I lived in the northern suburbs of Minneapolis &amp;amp; St. Paul. When I was 25 I took a job that moved me down to Rochester, Minnesota. So, I went from a huge city to one under 90,000 people. Granted, Rochester is considered the third largest city in Minnesota - so it isn't a rural town, but it still is not a metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both big and small cities have their perks. The smaller ones usually have much lower crime, a true sense of community, less traffic, and a safer feel. On the flip side, the larger cities have much more to do, more opportunities, and fast-paced way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, living in both - I can say that I am a fan of the big city. However, for people that grew up in smaller towns - some of them can never imagine even living in a town the size of Rochester. I suppose it is all what you know and have been exposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how great would it be to pack up all of your busy life worries, rent an RV and go live in some small town in California. Maybe that is just me - or maybe it is a case of the Wednesday blues.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Big town or Small town?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115091330147126067?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115091330147126067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115091330147126067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-city-or-small-city.html' title='Big City or Small City'/><author><name>turbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11650615458641283594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/jellyshoes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115083644224080766</id><published>2006-06-20T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:54:18.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a PC I'm a Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/pcmac.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/pcmac.1.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have not seen Apple's new ads "I'm a PC, I'm a Mac" you need to! They can be seen at &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/getamac/ads/"&gt;http://www.apple.com/getamac/ads/&lt;/a&gt; The spots consists of two guys standing side by side in front of a white background. "Hello, I'm a Mac," says the guy on the right (a much younger hipster). "And I'm a PC," says the guy on the left (a portly guy, wearing ill-fitting khakis, and a jacket and tie). The two discuss the many advantages of using a Mac and seem to agree that Macs are "better" than PCs. At the end of the Ad I guess you are supposed to ask yourself which computer do I want? However, I find myself asking "who am I" or perhaps "who do I want to be"? Sad but true: I'm thinking most people will relate better to the likeable portly guy in the tie. Too bad for mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/pcmac.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115083644224080766?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115083644224080766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115083644224080766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-pc-im-mac.html' title='I&apos;m a PC I&apos;m a Mac'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115083362788109844</id><published>2006-06-20T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:00:27.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock 'n' Roll Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/joegrandm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/joegrandm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/joan-jett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/joan-jett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does it pay to be a rocker? Will one survive, age well, etc.? This is by no means scientific:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I quit the Rock ' n' Roll lifestyle 20 years ago. See my pic.&lt;br /&gt;2. Joan Jett is still a Rocker. See her pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been a rock star. At least I would have aged better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115083362788109844?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115083362788109844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115083362788109844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/rock-n-roll-lifestyle.html' title='The Rock &apos;n&apos; Roll Lifestyle'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115082755302098233</id><published>2006-06-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:52:12.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer vs. Hockey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/hockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/320/hockey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/soccerhockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a choice, which would you choose? Hockey or Soccer. I realize for some this is a no brainer, but the ratings in the US don't say so. Apparently, many of us would prefer to watch college womens softball over either hockey or soccer. What does this say about US sporting fans? I thought Hockey was a true American sport (or maybe that was Canada). Also, isn't soccer known as the "international game". It appears that the majority of the U.S. could give a rip about either sport. For heavens sake, you have to tune into OLN to watch the Stanley cup playoffs. Or you can watch soccer with the great idea of "stopage time". Either way, pick your poison. If you had only one TV station and it played either hockey or soccer all day long - which would you choose? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115082755302098233?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115082755302098233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115082755302098233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-vs-hockey.html' title='Soccer vs. Hockey'/><author><name>turbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11650615458641283594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/900/1560/1600/jellyshoes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115059748801378115</id><published>2006-06-17T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:25:55.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USA Squeezes out a Tie against Italy in World Cup action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/2346152989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/2346152989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay...seriously I'm not really paying attention to the cups (world or stanley) but I could not resist captioning this photo. Today's game vs. Italy some would say was great. For me it was just affirmation that soccer is not a great spectator sport. I watched for ninety plus minutes trying to figure out why the clock counted up instead of down. In the end I was rewarded with a 1-1 tie and a bunch of male athletes ripping their shirts off. Lute perhaps you can explain how this makes for good sport and what I might do to better appreciate the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115059748801378115?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115059748801378115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115059748801378115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/usa-squeezes-out-tie-against-italy-in.html' title='USA Squeezes out a Tie against Italy in World Cup action.'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115042999990946976</id><published>2006-06-15T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:19:53.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People in the "tens" upset by closing of BRITT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/burt_reynolds_70s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/burt_reynolds_70s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing an uncultivated lack of reverential appreciation for &lt;em&gt;Cannonball Run&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Smokey and the Bandit&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Without A Paddle&lt;/em&gt;, and the rest of Burt Reynolds' timeless oeuvre, the Jupiter Town Council is attempting to &lt;a href="http://www.calendarlive.com/galleriesandmuseums/cl-et-reynolds13jun13,0,7796867.story?coll=cl-art"&gt;evict the Burt Reynolds &amp; Friends Museum&lt;/a&gt; from the location it's held since 2002: The Town Council is looking to sell the Burt Reynolds &amp;amp; Friends Museum building to make way for the Scripps Research Institute. Institute officials say the facility will bring hundreds of scientists to the area. I see tough economic times for Jupiter once this shrine closes. The BMW dealership may sell a couple more cars but trailer parks counting on cross country visitors making an annual trek to the &lt;a href="http://www.burtreynoldsmuseum.org/"&gt;BRRIT&lt;/a&gt; will be out of luck... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115042999990946976?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115042999990946976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115042999990946976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-in-tens-upset-by-closing-of.html' title='People in the &quot;tens&quot; upset by closing of BRITT'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115039991102122574</id><published>2006-06-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:31:51.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup - Game On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/Brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/400/Brazil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there is the excitement of one goal scored every 41.4 minutes, or the incoherent chanting of the fans, or the Academy Award-worthy performances (dives) each time someone comes within three feet of an opponent. Here is one more reason soccer/football is popular...and should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115039991102122574?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115039991102122574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115039991102122574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-game-on.html' title='World Cup - Game On?'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115038481340876631</id><published>2006-06-15T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:20:13.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>According to the WSJ "Bad Teams have Bad Ideas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/teamwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/teamwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In today's Wall Street Journal, the Cubicle Culture column discusses why brainstorm sessions can easily suck. From the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popularity of brainstorming results in part from corporate America's knee-jerk faith in teams. In fact, the father of brainstorming, advertising executive Alex Osborn, advocated using people to storm a corporate problem "in commando fashion." And let yourself be labeled a "nonteam player," and you might as well start your own one-person consultancy. But teams aren't necessarily so great. "There are so many things people do in management because they think it's good, but there's no evidence for it," says Paul B. Paulus, a professor of psychology at the University of Texas at Arlington. "Teamwork is one example. Brainstorming is another." Prof. Paulus conducted research on the number and quality of ideas of four people brainstorming together versus four people brainstorming by themselves. Typically, group brainstormers perform at about half the level they would if they brainstormed alone....David Perkins, a professor at the Harvard Graduate School of Education, warns that sometimes group sessions can result in one person's bad idea tainting and limiting the range of others' ideas. "The best way to get good ideas is to get people to write them down privately and then bring them in," he says. You want group diversity but no more than five to seven people or you risk ending up with "coblabberation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06164/697891-28.stm" href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06164/697891-28.stm"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115038481340876631?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115038481340876631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115038481340876631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/according-to-wsj-bad-teams-have-bad.html' title='According to the WSJ &quot;Bad Teams have Bad Ideas&quot;'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115030217345608221</id><published>2006-06-14T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:22:53.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavlov's Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/1600/richdiesslin_pavlovs_dog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1428/1492/320/richdiesslin_pavlovs_dog.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our friends at adage.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear Channel, the country's largest operator of radio stations, is discussing the idea of one-second radio spots with marketers and media buyers. Called "Blinks," the new format is being promoted as something that could be used between music tracks by, say, McDonald's to play part of its "I'm lovin' it" jingle or Intel to play its chime or NBC for its bells between music tracks. Clear Channel VP-Creative Jim Cook says the one-second format is part of an effort "to find new uses of radio for advertisers who are continually asking us to demonstrate that our medium can successfully extend brands, can successfully reach the consumer with touchpoints that are new and surprising." Critics suggest the format is likely to fit a very small number of advertisers and is too restrictive for meaningful creative. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115030217345608221?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115030217345608221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115030217345608221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/pavlovs-radio.html' title='Pavlov&apos;s Radio'/><author><name>Bonus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07663100223448545454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/propel1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15834611.post-115029584115730642</id><published>2006-06-14T07:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:37:21.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help save Screech's house in Wisconsin???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/nav_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/320/nav_pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You remember this guy right? It is Screech, from "Saved by the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bell&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;" or maybe you recall his stint on celebrity boxing. For Dustin Diamond the celebrity is fading and the life of a B-List stand-up-comedian affords him only palatial living in central &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; as opposed to LA. It gets worse for this guy because apparently he has terrible credit and could not land a conventional mortgage. Now somebody wants to foreclose on his house. Dustin Diamond - "You Got Served" - I digress. You can help DD by purchasing a $15 t shirt &lt;a href="http://getdshirts.com/the_story.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://getdshirts.com/the_story.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15834611-115029584115730642?l=bfaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115029584115730642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15834611/posts/default/115029584115730642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfaw.blogspot.com/2006/06/help-save-screechs-house-in-wisconsin_14.html' title='Help save Screech&apos;s house in Wisconsin???'/><author><name>That Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11491626299027035068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1737/307/1600/face.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
