<?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-1145430571580887695</id><updated>2011-10-26T13:55:28.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you'd prefer an astronaut</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8919290272223085412</id><published>2011-04-23T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:36:26.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul</title><content type='html'>Easter. &amp;nbsp;Jesus dying for your sins, getting resurrected. It makes other problems in life seem pretty insignificant when you compare them to that, but there's still stuff I can't get out of my mind. &amp;nbsp;I live in San Diego now which is pretty close to paradise. &amp;nbsp;I have a spectacular job at Intuit. &amp;nbsp;I also have a few friends out here that are pretty awesome. &amp;nbsp;All that is great, but what good is any of it if you don't have anyone to share it with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of my friends now&amp;nbsp;scattered&amp;nbsp;all over the planet. &amp;nbsp;I hope you are all doing well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Radiohead - Creep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8919290272223085412?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8919290272223085412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8919290272223085412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8919290272223085412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8919290272223085412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-perfect-body-i-want-perfect-soul.html' title='I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-4871628180089846459</id><published>2011-01-20T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:19:14.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I fear that I'm ordinary, just like everyone</title><content type='html'>Here's an update on my gym activity. &amp;nbsp;For a week I went to the gym about 3 hours a day. &amp;nbsp;I was feeling fantastic and when I stepped on the scale the following Monday I had lost 3 pounds. &amp;nbsp;On Jan 9th my dad showed up for a visit and left yesterday. &amp;nbsp;We had an amazing time, but man did we eat a lot of excellent food. &amp;nbsp;So now I am worse off than when I started haha. &amp;nbsp;I have been sick most of this week and I still am. &amp;nbsp;Monday I should be back to normal and will be back to my ambitious 3 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a TV this week. &amp;nbsp;I really wanted a Samsung PN63C8000, but the crazy price of $3100 was just way beyond reasonable. &amp;nbsp;I settled on a PN58C8000 that I found for $1700, which is still a ton of money, but for a 5 inch difference is is a much better price. &amp;nbsp;Now all I need is a couch. &amp;nbsp;I've been planning to buy a couch for like 6 months now, but I keep putting it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Smashing Pumpkins - Muzzle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-4871628180089846459?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/4871628180089846459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=4871628180089846459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4871628180089846459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4871628180089846459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-fear-that-im-ordinary-just-like.html' title='I fear that I&apos;m ordinary, just like everyone'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6763840533646074453</id><published>2011-01-03T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:58:24.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you feel better, better, better. Will you feel anything at all?</title><content type='html'>This morning I began the attempt to get back to the old me.&amp;nbsp; The old me who is active all the time.&amp;nbsp; I hit the gym for an hour on the elliptical, and now I am eating some oatmeal with peaches (not the stuff from a packet).&amp;nbsp; I weighed in this morning at 245 pounds, but I'm not going to check that again for a week so I don;t get depressed about not making any progress.&amp;nbsp; Corinne, if you are reading this, I didn't steal anyone's machine, the gym was pretty close to empty ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for work this week.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get in there and get stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad will be here in one week, and that is going to be so awesome!&amp;nbsp; I am not sure what he is going to do while I am at work every day, but at least he can drive my car around with brand new tires on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Regina Spektor - Better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6763840533646074453?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6763840533646074453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6763840533646074453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6763840533646074453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6763840533646074453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2011/01/will-you-feel-better-better-better-will.html' title='Will you feel better, better, better. Will you feel anything at all?'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8121964934164881586</id><published>2011-01-01T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:33:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights will guide you home</title><content type='html'>I have returned to San Diego!&amp;nbsp; I got to see a lot of people that I didn't expect I'd get the chance to see, and yet there were still more people I hoped to see that I missed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to have lunch with my friend Dave from T&amp;amp;R and he is doing fantastic.&amp;nbsp; He got a road bike and has been riding all over the place and meeting new people.&amp;nbsp; I have been thinking about getting a road bike for a long time, but I was always afraid of the traffic.&amp;nbsp; Here in Escondido it might not be so bad.&amp;nbsp; The only problem I have is that I don't know anything about road bikes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left my friend Morgan came over to visit.&amp;nbsp; I haven't seen her in years.&amp;nbsp; So many years in fact that she wasn't done growing when I saw her last and I was surprised to see that she's almost 6 feet tall.&amp;nbsp; Tall and absolutely beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I had such a fun time visiting with her.&amp;nbsp; We laughed so much that my cheeks hurt haha.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping to convince her to come out to visit, or maybe I will have to fly back to MA to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Morgan got me thinking about my friend Marcy (which is how I met Morgan).&amp;nbsp; Marcy lives about an hour north of where I live in Cali.&amp;nbsp; I have been here since May and never met up with her, so I texted her tonight and told her that we need to soon.&amp;nbsp; She agreed, and we are going to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is the new year I am going to set some goals, cause goals are good, and that's what people do in the new year.&amp;nbsp; The only goal that I am pretty determined to hit is to lose 50 pounds by about June.&amp;nbsp; I am currently just under 250 pounds.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure if I am going to get a road bike or just hit the gym more, but I am definitely going to try to exercise in some way Monday through Saturday every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Coldplay - Fix You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8121964934164881586?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8121964934164881586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8121964934164881586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8121964934164881586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8121964934164881586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2011/01/lights-will-guide-you-home.html' title='Lights will guide you home'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-1071398488650267220</id><published>2010-12-27T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:02:43.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something in the way.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were hit by a blizzard in Massachusetts (and the whole east coast).&amp;nbsp; My flight was canceled and now I can't get in contact with Delta to reschedule a flight home.&amp;nbsp; I am loving it here with all this snow!&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately I am working from "home" here in MA, so I can't really enjoy the snow until much later today and maybe tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp; I'll try to post some pictures up later here or maybe facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Gerry and Sarah stopped by which was awesome.&amp;nbsp; I don;t have a car to drive around and visit people, so that was very nice of them.&amp;nbsp; Anyone is welcome to stop by while I am here to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Nirvana - Something in the Way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-1071398488650267220?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/1071398488650267220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=1071398488650267220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1071398488650267220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1071398488650267220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-in-way.html' title='Something in the way.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-4052932287162698420</id><published>2010-12-25T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:21:33.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like home for the holidays</title><content type='html'>When I arrived at my parent's house there was an amazing spread of appetizers to snack on all night.&amp;nbsp; My brother and girlfriend were there, and so was my nephew.&amp;nbsp; We opened presents and listened to Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we awoke to a Christmas that was not white.&amp;nbsp; What did we do about that?&amp;nbsp; We grabbed a snow gun that I made when I was a kid and headed to&amp;nbsp; my brother's house.&amp;nbsp; My brother has some huge air compressors that he uses for sandblasting and they worked perfect.&amp;nbsp; We only ran it for about 15 minutes, but that was enough to cover a bit of his front lawn with a dusting of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TRbAn89OiSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WZ0zU_5_VkM/s1600/IMG_8551.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TRbAn89OiSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WZ0zU_5_VkM/s320/IMG_8551.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day with my parent's at the home of my nephew's mom.&amp;nbsp; She made a crazy amount of fantastic food.&amp;nbsp; I ate way too much.&amp;nbsp; I played a lot of Mario Kart with the kids there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be heading to church here and I am dreading having to explain that I am no longer married.&amp;nbsp; At least Esther answered my text today wishing her Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be flying home tomorrow night, but that might now happen.&amp;nbsp; Today it snowed in Georgia (where my layover is) and it hasn't snowed in Atlanta in over 100 years.&amp;nbsp; It should start snowing here around 6am and be blizzard conditions from noon until noon the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Perry Como - Home for the Holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-4052932287162698420?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/4052932287162698420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=4052932287162698420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4052932287162698420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4052932287162698420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-no-place-like-home-for-holidays.html' title='There&apos;s no place like home for the holidays'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TRbAn89OiSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WZ0zU_5_VkM/s72-c/IMG_8551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8347445260166171324</id><published>2010-12-24T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:23:47.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a plain</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&amp;nbsp; I am coming to you live from a plane (not a plain, but over a plain)!&amp;nbsp; The wireless is free (thanks google) but it is crazy slow and keeps cutting out.&amp;nbsp; It is something though.&amp;nbsp; My friend Jenn brought me to the airport in my car and as she was leaving the airport hit a pothole and is stranded there waiting for AAA.&amp;nbsp; I have been texting her through my gmail account (thanks again google) and discussing what to do since R32s don;t have spare tires.&amp;nbsp; Jenn dropped me off at 5:30am and it is now almost 9:30.&amp;nbsp; I owe her really really big.&amp;nbsp; So Jenn, if you are reading this, I am soooo sorry for getting you stranded on Christmas Eve and I can't express to you how grateful I am for you giving me a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Nirvana - On a plain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8347445260166171324?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8347445260166171324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8347445260166171324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8347445260166171324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8347445260166171324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-on-plain.html' title='I&apos;m on a plain'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6833332237626889292</id><published>2010-12-20T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:35:22.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>57 Channels and nothing on</title><content type='html'>Mondays are a bummer with Hulu because there's no new shows and on top of that many shows are on break for the holidays, so there nothing to catch up on.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I watched "A Nanny for Christmas" and then the Mormon Tabernacle Choir with Natalie Cole.&amp;nbsp; Good stuff.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm listening to the Glee Christmas album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Davin and I can't get into the jump box through the work VPN right now, so he is going in early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found super sweet site for sending Christmas e-cards it is &lt;a href="http://portablenorthpole.tv/"&gt;portablenorthpole.tv&lt;/a&gt; and you can make custom videos from Santa to your friends that says their name and shows pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Renae asked for a nintendo game for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked to find that there are any NES systems left that run.&amp;nbsp; I don't miss blowing in cartridges to make them work hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Bruce Springsteen - 57 Channels (and nothing on)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6833332237626889292?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6833332237626889292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6833332237626889292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6833332237626889292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6833332237626889292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/12/57-channels-and-nothing-on.html' title='57 Channels and nothing on'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-1920021168507190020</id><published>2010-12-20T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:22:28.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like watchin' the puddles gather rain</title><content type='html'>Is there anywhere that I can live that just has warm weather and snow?&amp;nbsp; I would like to skip the rain.&amp;nbsp; Well, one day of rain is fine I guess, but 4 in a row is a bummer no matter which state you live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Christmas program at church, and it was really excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was at a friend's house making graham cracker houses.&amp;nbsp; Although much cheaper and faster than gingerbread, it is much harder to shape graham crackers because they are so brittle.&amp;nbsp; I made the Provo Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TRA5ckphRWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZJ0al77Pokc/s1600/IMG_8527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TRA5ckphRWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZJ0al77Pokc/s320/IMG_8527.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Blind Melon - No Rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-1920021168507190020?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/1920021168507190020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=1920021168507190020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1920021168507190020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1920021168507190020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-like-watchin-puddles-gather-rain.html' title='I like watchin&apos; the puddles gather rain'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TRA5ckphRWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZJ0al77Pokc/s72-c/IMG_8527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5389650848411098324</id><published>2010-12-17T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:38:08.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I handle the seasons of my life?</title><content type='html'>I was so happy for an extremely busy day today at work.&amp;nbsp; It was good to get my mind off of real life and just work.&amp;nbsp; I gave everyone at work nerf guns today.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully some good fun comes out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a soap opera.&amp;nbsp; I know, shameful, but I really enjoy it.&amp;nbsp; The show is &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/being-erica"&gt;Being Erica.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I thought it got canceled at the end of the 2nd season because no new episodes came on Hulu, but it turns out there is 3rd season!&amp;nbsp; The same thing happened with the show &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/merlin"&gt;Merlin&lt;/a&gt; which I also love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be hitting the gym every day, but instead I have been baking every day.&amp;nbsp; Exercise is one that that I have a lot of trouble doing alone.&amp;nbsp; I miss having Lily to work out with.&amp;nbsp; She isn't planning to visit California until this summer.&amp;nbsp; I certainly can't wait that long to do some exercise haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a computer today.&amp;nbsp; I got a pretty loaded Dell XPS 8100 with a 24" monitor for $1000.&amp;nbsp; Oddly, it absolutely killed me to spend that much money.&amp;nbsp; There's one thing I use more than anything though, and that's a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot motivate myself to tackle the mountain of boxes of my stuff in the middle of my living room.&amp;nbsp; I need to get the stuff put away, but I would rather not look at it and just stuff it in a closet.&amp;nbsp; I have the extra closet space since this place has 2 bedrooms and it looks like the other one is never going to be filled with a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tabernacle in Provo burned down today.&amp;nbsp; Lots of people are sad, but I've never been there, so I don't really know how great it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner tonight I made tomato jalapeno soup.&amp;nbsp; I went a bit overboard on the jalapenos, but it was very tasty even if it was a tad spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Smashing Pumpkins - Landslide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5389650848411098324?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5389650848411098324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5389650848411098324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5389650848411098324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5389650848411098324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-i-handle-seasons-of-my-life.html' title='Can I handle the seasons of my life?'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8792287299669593308</id><published>2010-12-16T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:14:31.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who can it be now?</title><content type='html'>This evening just after I got home someone knocked on my door.&amp;nbsp; When I opened there was a huge crowd of people Caroling!&amp;nbsp; I stood on the balcony in my shorts and listen to them.&amp;nbsp; My neighbors did the same.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our department at work today went to &lt;a href="http://www.daveandbusters.com/"&gt;Dave and Busters&lt;/a&gt; .&amp;nbsp; They bought us all dinner and gave us cards to play games for hours.&amp;nbsp; It was a wicked good time.&amp;nbsp; In case I haven't mentioned it before, I love the place I work so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volkswagen is releasing a new car to replace the R32.&amp;nbsp; It may be time for me to get a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself some Christmas presents.&amp;nbsp; I got a 6 quart Kitchenaid mixer and a nerf gun.&amp;nbsp; Making pizza dough by hand is impossible.&amp;nbsp; you have to kneed it for like 30 minutes and it is really hard to do unlike normal bread dough.&amp;nbsp; Why a nerf gun?&amp;nbsp; Today Mandy from another department came to my desk and distracted me with fudge that she made and then unloaded on me with her nerf gun!&amp;nbsp; Over the past week I have made more than 30 dozen cookies.&amp;nbsp; Amazingly I have only eaten 10 cookies out of all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Men at Work - Who Can it Be Now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8792287299669593308?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8792287299669593308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8792287299669593308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8792287299669593308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8792287299669593308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-can-it-be-now.html' title='Who can it be now?'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-1280554591305723893</id><published>2010-12-16T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:02:49.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home.</title><content type='html'>Well, if home is where the heart is then I have no idea where "home" is.&amp;nbsp; I love it here in California, but man do I miss Massachusetts in the winter.&amp;nbsp; I know that so many of you are wondering how I can choose snow over bright sunshine and warm days.&amp;nbsp; There's 10 days 'til Christmas, and Christmas to me is not a day at the beach.&amp;nbsp; I guess living in MA Christmas was rarely white, but there's something about the crisp air, smells of wood stoves, trees without leaves, and people bundled up from head to toe that make it just so awesome!&amp;nbsp; Part of my heart is also divided off to my now ex-wife Esther, but I pretty much just try and block that out because it kinda hurts to think about.&amp;nbsp; I am flying to Massachusetts on the 24th and flying back on the 26th!&amp;nbsp; Not very long to be there, but I will be with my family for Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had no luck convincing people to visit me here!&amp;nbsp; So many people say how nice it must be, but nobody wants to visit.&amp;nbsp; The only excuse I ever hear is that it is too expensive.&amp;nbsp; I am considering putting together a contest to fly a friend here for a week with me.&amp;nbsp; Would anyone be interested in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is really fantastic.&amp;nbsp; I can't say that enough.&amp;nbsp; I really love the people that I work with *and* the job!&amp;nbsp; Today I had a meeting with someone on the network security team to discuss reworking the network for our filers.&amp;nbsp; They encourage us to make suggestions to make things better here and they actually get implemented when they are good ideas!&amp;nbsp; Why has it been impossible in many places I have worked to suggest improvements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a TON of pictures to post to update my online photo gallery, but I haven't worked on any of them in probably a year.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to have to work on that real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to say, but I have to get to bed.&amp;nbsp; All that I have to say probably won't get posted, but feel free to call or email if you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Various Artists - Home for the Holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-1280554591305723893?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/1280554591305723893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=1280554591305723893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1280554591305723893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1280554591305723893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-holidays-you-cant-beat-home-sweet.html' title='For the holidays you can&apos;t beat home sweet home.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-1639763923587611985</id><published>2010-06-12T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:29:18.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The house is a rockin'</title><content type='html'>I just felt my first &lt;a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqsus/Quakes/at00639853.html"&gt;earthquake&lt;/a&gt; in California!&amp;nbsp; It is estimated at a 4.8 and will be updated in 15 minutes with the actual reading.&amp;nbsp; Pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther is about to board a plane to fly here.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully California is still attached to the US when she gets here hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Stevie Ray Vaughan - The House Is Rockin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-1639763923587611985?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/1639763923587611985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=1639763923587611985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1639763923587611985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1639763923587611985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/06/house-is-rockin.html' title='The house is a rockin&apos;'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6207213138574985165</id><published>2010-05-21T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:53:20.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic jam, got more cars than a beach got sand</title><content type='html'>The traffic in California is legendary and today I got a heavy dose of it.&amp;nbsp; I live about 10 miles from work, but it took me almost an hour to get home.&amp;nbsp; My work has a "Social" every Friday at 4pm.&amp;nbsp; Free food that is themed, and free drinks.&amp;nbsp; By free drinks I mean a cooler full of soda and water and a bunch of different&amp;nbsp;beer on tap.&amp;nbsp; Unlimited.&amp;nbsp; Fo realz.&amp;nbsp; The problem is that&amp;nbsp;I get off at 4:30, and if I do not leave immediately a wave of people going home bombards the route I take and we all sit in gridlock together.&amp;nbsp; I went to the social to get some eats instead of going home right away.&amp;nbsp; The food was great, but the traffic was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am visiting "home" this coming week.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what is classified as home anymore.&amp;nbsp; CA, UT, or MA?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to church this past Sunday here in California and I really like my new ward.&amp;nbsp; Matt Beynon served 7 month of his mission in this ward and told me it is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in the San Diego area please call me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Dave Matthews - Too Much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6207213138574985165?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6207213138574985165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6207213138574985165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6207213138574985165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6207213138574985165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/05/traffic-jam-got-more-cars-than-beach.html' title='Traffic jam, got more cars than a beach got sand'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-185303351550925642</id><published>2010-05-15T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:33:55.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going To California with an aching in my heart</title><content type='html'>On May 9th I got in my car and drove to San Diego.&amp;nbsp; I have been here almost a week and I believe that this is pretty close to heaven on earth.&amp;nbsp; Here I have water and trees like Massachusetts and mountains like Utah.&amp;nbsp; To make it even sweeter the temperature is perfect and there are palm trees everywhere.&amp;nbsp; So, if you're wondering what state to find me in, it is California for now.&amp;nbsp; I have a 1 year contract at Intuit as a Storage Admin and so far I am loving it.&amp;nbsp; My first week of work was challenging and pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title:&amp;nbsp; Led Zeppelin - Going to California&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-185303351550925642?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/185303351550925642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=185303351550925642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/185303351550925642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/185303351550925642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-to-california-with-aching-in-my.html' title='Going To California with an aching in my heart'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5057499007671384333</id><published>2009-11-22T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:46:55.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we sleep while our beds are burning?</title><content type='html'>I never changed the time on the thermostat when daylight savings changed over.&amp;nbsp; The heat turned on 15 minutes ago and the temp change woke me up.&amp;nbsp; It needs to be cold when I am sleeping or I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a hike with Wendy two days ago up Rock Canyon.&amp;nbsp; There was about 6 inches of snow on the ground.&amp;nbsp; She was wearing her backpack with some water bottles in it.&amp;nbsp; It didn't seem to faze her at all that she was carrying a few extra pounds.&amp;nbsp; She stayed off the path as much as possible, leaping through the fluffy snow and getting it in her nose.&amp;nbsp; When we got back she was tired and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we walked up to Provo Canyon.&amp;nbsp; When we got to Timpanogos park it was dark, so I had to call around to find someone to bring us home.&amp;nbsp; Sara came and got us, but before she did Wendy found a dip cup and got it all over her snout.&amp;nbsp; It smelled horrible.&amp;nbsp; Chewing tobacco&amp;nbsp;= gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am starting off this Sunday bright and early because of the heater.&amp;nbsp; We're not really even suposed to be here, we should be in Park City.&amp;nbsp; Esther's family got a condo from Friday (two days ago) until Monday (a week from tomorrow).&amp;nbsp; During this week we will surely be up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have exciting plans for Black Friday?&amp;nbsp; The deals this year don't look all that spectacular, but there is one thing that I would like to get - a plasma TV.&amp;nbsp; Over the past few months I have done a ton of research on HDTVs so that I can get one!&amp;nbsp; Esther says she will pay for half if I can come up with the first half.&amp;nbsp; Someone asked me a few days ago if they should get a plasma or an LCD, and this was my answer (with a little editing):&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Plasma FOR SURE. Go with either Samsung, LG, or Panasonic. The best deal I see coming up is Best Buy's Black Friday deal on a Samsung. Samsung 50" 1080p Plasma HDTV (Model # PN50B530S2F) - $897.99. &amp;nbsp;Sears has a BF deal on a similar model Samsung 50" Plasma HDTV (Model PN50B530) - $899.99 aaaand at Best Buy they have a Panasonic Viera 50" 1080p Plasma HDTV (Model# TC-P50U1) w/Blu-ray Disc Player (Model # DMP-BD60K) - $999.98. Go with something 1080p for that large. If you are going under 42" then you will have to go LCD, and you could also go with 720p at that size. The sweet spot of pricing right now is right at about 50", depending on brand. Very small discount for going smaller, very big jump for bigger. The three brands have different features such as if they have D-sub input, DVI, a slot for a memory card... Also very important is the Blue-ray player you are going to hook up. You usually want to go with the same brand as the TV, BUT they all have different features such as whether they stream Pandora, YouTube, Netflix, Blockbuster, Amazon video... Some are wired, some are wireless. In most cases it is cheaper to buy a cheap wireless bridge than to get a player with wireless build in (save yourself around $100).&amp;nbsp; Keep in mind that the features that the blu-ray player has may make up for the features that the TV lacks, for xample an LG TV probably doesn't have an SDHC memory card slot for your pictures, but the blu-ray player might. Plasmas have blacker blacks, higher contrast ratios, and no refresh rate issues. They do use more power though. There are some brand new Plasmas that have the energy star logo if you are concerned with that (those are much better on power). I can give you lots of info on LCD as well, but I really don't think they are worth it comparatively. Plasmas haven't had problems with burn in for years. Many technologies have been developed to avoid this. &lt;a href="http://www.plasmatvbuyingguide.com/plasmatv/plasmatv-burnin.html"&gt;http://www.plasmatvbuyingguide.com/plasmatv/plasmatv-burnin.html&lt;/a&gt; As long as the image on the screen does not stay the same you will never have to worry, and even then, the new technologies *should* prevent it. The people who are most at risk of burn in, if it is going to happen, are people who play games with static graphics on the screen. As I said though, it is unlikely with a modern plasma. Back when a 50" would cost you $8000 it was a reasonable worry. This is a good excuse for the gamer in your family to never play games for more than an hour ;) LCD HDTVs can have uneven lighting, halos, judder, washed out colors and blacks, smaller viewing angle, and the decent ones are more expensive than their plasma counterparts. One other thing that I forgot to mention is whether your TV has a matte finish or glossy. To the eye glossy usually looks better, but it can be annoying to see reflections on your screen while watching TV. Many now have an adequate anti-glare finish, but it is worth a mention anyways. It is always best to see the TV in person first, BUT always remember that the floor models are not calibrated, so the picture will almost always look much better in your home after calibration. Some differences between LCD and Plasma &lt;a href="http://hdguru.com/choosing-the-hdtv-that%E2%80%99s-right-for-you/603/"&gt;http://hdguru.com/choosing-the-hdtv-that%E2%80%99s-right-for-you/603/&lt;/a&gt; and here is a link to Black Friday HDTV deals &lt;a href="http://www.fatwallet.com/forums/topic_view.php?catid=18&amp;amp;threadid=968537&amp;amp;start=0"&gt;http://www.fatwallet.com/forums/topic_view.php?catid=18&amp;amp;threadid=968537&amp;amp;start=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The titlte: Midnight Oil - Beds are Burning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5057499007671384333?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5057499007671384333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5057499007671384333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5057499007671384333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5057499007671384333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-do-we-sleep-while-our-beds-are.html' title='How do we sleep while our beds are burning?'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-4854314562700033273</id><published>2009-11-17T09:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:04:32.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who let the dogs out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/images/14766.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got a dog. Her name is Wendy. She is an airdale terrier. Esther and I had been talking about getting a dog for a while and she had just reached the point where she thought we would never agree on a dog (and therefore never get one). I have been waiting to hear about a job in New York since July, we couldn't agree on a dog we liked, and we work opposing schedules. She showed up one day while I was sleeping and tried to wake me up "to meet someone". I told her to come back later. Turns out it was Wendy she wanted me to meet. This is one totally awesome dog. She was 4 months old when we got her and she has grown a lot, but she will grow a lot more. An airdale looks kinda like a cross between a yorkie and a deer. Originally she was very shy and obedient. Not she is a ball of energy and often won't listen to us. The Dog Whisperer has been a HUGE help, but sometimes we still aren't the leader of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/SwLXevHs88I/AAAAAAAAAEw/QZQfbkrorlU/s1600/14766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/SwLXevHs88I/AAAAAAAAAEw/QZQfbkrorlU/s320/14766.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know you think she looks small, but she isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of my friends in the past month or two had kids. While they were birthing I got a dog, and I'm ok with that. Yes, I am old, and getting older. There's probably never a "good time" to have a kid, but I'd like to wait at least a few more months. This new dog has been good training so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a fantastic new phone - The Sprint Hero. It runs android, which is completely new to me. The OS could be a little more respinsive, but the fact that the programs for it are almost all free is real nice. I don't have to &lt;strike&gt;pirate&lt;/strike&gt; buy software for my phone! I have had the phone for a week and paid $200 for it. It is my luck that today the price dropped to &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5406313/sprints-htc-hero-takes-inevitable-price-dip-to-100"&gt;$100&lt;/a&gt;. There have been amazing deals on so many things over the past two weeks. I think that black friday will be a letdown in comparison, and judging my the leaked ads I think I'll be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween came and went pretty quickly, and I wish it had lasted longer. We now leap into the depressing season of gifts and greediness. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adobe released a sweeeeet &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5406280/adobe-flash-101-and-air-20-betas-released-life-is-better-now"&gt;beta of flash&lt;/a&gt; that improves the &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5406488/flash-101-tests-hardware-accelerated-hd-hulu-and-youtube-video-yes-please"&gt;performance&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/labs/hulu-desktop"&gt;hulu desktop&lt;/a&gt; by tons. Some day I hope to be able to watch hulu on my phone. Still in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who hasn't seen me in a while, and is in the Utah area, you should get in contact with me so we can do something. I miss my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Baha Men - Who Let the Dogs Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-4854314562700033273?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/4854314562700033273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=4854314562700033273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4854314562700033273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4854314562700033273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-let-dogs-out.html' title='Who let the dogs out'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/SwLXevHs88I/AAAAAAAAAEw/QZQfbkrorlU/s72-c/14766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-913827359853860159</id><published>2009-04-15T01:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:36:07.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're fightin' with the gods of war</title><content type='html'>My friend Scott sent this over to me, and I put off checking it out, but it was pretty fun.  Go to this link: &lt;a href="http://musicgreg.mybrute.com/"&gt;http://musicgreg.mybrute.com/&lt;/a&gt; and create yourself a Brute and battle me.  After that, enter the arena and fight some others.  It is only about 5 minutes worth of time a day, but kinda cool cause you go up in levels and you don't waste your life away playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures I have promised are going to be a little while.  I need to get a filer to Chicago to expand the storage capacity of my webserver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Def Leppard - Gods of War&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-913827359853860159?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/913827359853860159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=913827359853860159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/913827359853860159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/913827359853860159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-fightin-with-gods-of-war.html' title='We&apos;re fightin&apos; with the gods of war'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5348216619896910506</id><published>2009-04-01T00:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:27:34.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I still haven't found what I'm looking for.</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon something so awesome today that it motivated me to finally post a new blog entry.  I get people asking me questions all the time - it's my job.  Quite often it seems they could have just thrown their question in google and would have found the answer.  So, if you find yourself in the same situation I suggest you use this link: &lt;a href="http://www.lmgtfy.com/"&gt;http://www.lmgtfy.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am expanding the amount of storage space on my web hosting server and I am looking for new customers.  Here's a shameless plug for &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/"&gt;http://nuclearcrayon.net/&lt;/a&gt;.  Send people my way if you know anyone, thanks!  Also, I could use a web designer or two.  Email me if you would like to design some pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs with no pictures are boring, which describes *my* blog.  I promise to fix that in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Ireland at the end of May.  if you have any suggestions of where to go please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5348216619896910506?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5348216619896910506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5348216619896910506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5348216619896910506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5348216619896910506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-still-havent-found-what-im-looking.html' title='I still haven&apos;t found what I&apos;m looking for.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7847557418060262259</id><published>2008-11-07T18:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:23:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have heard that I am getting married, in fact, you might be here because you wanted to hear the whole story.  I haven't updated the blog in a bit because I have been crazy busy - sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start way back a year ago, before I moved to Utah.  For those of you who are not LDS here's a quick piece of information you should know: Memebers of the LDS church can get what is called a Patriarchal Blessing.  There is one priesthood holder per stake called as a Patriarch, and his calling is to give blessings.  You can only get one, and it ranges from a paragraph to about 3 pages.  Two days after my friend John Manzi got married I got my Patriarchal Blessing. Although I had read it many times after getting it, the part that got me to Utah didn't stand out till quite a while later.  I was at a fireside in CT being given by the Patriarch of that stake.  he said that everyone should go home and read their blessings and that often you see things that didn't stand out to you before.  I followed this counsel and it was totally true.  There was a paragraph that mentioned that I should be discerning of where I live, that it should be in the center of education, and that it should be some place where  the church is very strong.  It also said that this would have a lot to do with me finding a wife.  At that point I was pretty seriously considering moving to Utah, which I had always said I would never do.  The job market for tech jobs in MA was pretty weak, and I was having some pay issues where I was working.  I really didn't want to leave my job, but I needed to get paid more badly.  On Aug 10th I packed everything that would fit in my car and drove to Utah.  I arrived on the 15th (and the trip is a whole other story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in Utah I went to a house owned by a dude named Greg Brooks whom my friend Kajsa had directed me to so that I could rent a room.  There were a few rooms to pick from and I chose one on the main floor at the end of the hallway.  After I moved in and got to know the roommates I was informaed that I had chosen the marriage room.  It is so named because everyone who moves into that room gets married.  The first time I saw Esther was in the kitchen.  She was cleanign the fridge, which is something that I saw her doing often over the next few months.  I learned of her identity from my roommate Mark and also learned that she was dating Dan, my other roommate.  She was cute, had reddish hair, and was very bubbly.  She talked about country dancing a lot and tried to get me to go several times, but I hate country music (and I told her that).  Esther got lsik near the end of September, here is a pic of her before that (with Dan - her ex): &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/images/10040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/thumbnails/10040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I know, not a very flatterring picture.  She looks much better now! Not long after that was General Conference.  As is tradition I cooked a enormous breakfast for lots of people.  Esther, was there, as well as lots of my &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/index_679.html"&gt;friends.&lt;/a&gt;  Some of my friends told me that they noticed whenever Esther was around me that she lit up.  They tried to convince me to go after her, but I always told them that I would not as long as she was dating Dan.  We played games a lot, especially game nights on Sundays.  Here's a shot of her whooping me at Jenga: &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/images/10267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/thumbnails/10267.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Whenever we played games with teams she chose to be on my team.  I think that was mostly due to the fact that her and Dan disagreed a lot.  When they did he would go sit on the couch  and she would go outside to cool off.  There were a few times that she sat down to talk to me about it and just broke down crying.  When Halloween rolled around there were lots of halloween parties to go to, so Esther got us the hookup and I went with her and Ashley as charaters from The Wizard of Oz to my friend Ben's ward &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/index_685.html"&gt;party.&lt;/a&gt;  I went with her to her parent's house to pick up games shortly after that.  We stopped by a park to play for a bit (it was at night, so the place was pretty empty) and when we left there I taught her how to drive stick.  I think that was the first time I met her mom.  There were a whole bunch of times that I made dinner for Esther and Dan. Dan would either sit at the table and read (such as manuals for his camera) or go sit on the couch and eat with his laptop.  This left me to sit and eat with Esther.  I certainly didn't have any objections to that.  Some time in October I started telling Esther about &lt;a href="http://awe.lds-institute.org"&gt;AWE.&lt;/a&gt;  We began planning a trip accross the US to go to AWE and visit her sister.  Much to my dismay the date of her wedding ended up being set for the weekend following AWE, so she decided she could not go.  I had to work on New Year's Eve, but right after that Esther invited me to go tubing with Soldier's Hollow with her &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/index_709.html"&gt;whole family&lt;/a&gt; (and Dan).  Esther broke it off with Dan in January and I helped her move to a new place along with some other dudes. &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/images/10947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/thumbnails/10948.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was at least one time that I went hiking with her and Dan (and she spent the whole time talking to me) but for the most part she dissappeared soon after they called off the wedding.  I still hung out with Dan a lot.  We were pretty good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August Esther resurfaced.  I got a call from her asking me to go to a play at the Hale Center Theater right then.  I already had plans that I could not get out of.  I told her that i really wanted to go, but that there was no way that I could.  Soon after that i got a call saying that she had found the house of her dreams and that she was probably going to buy it.  She flipped flopped on that for a bit and i got a few calls from her freaking out, not knowing what to do.  She decided to buy the house finally.  I told her that when she closed on the house I would help her move if she wanted.  She called after some time telling me when the closing would be and asked if I would still help her move, and so I did.  I showed up at her apartment and started loading stuff onto her dad's trailer.  It was all packed tight and organized.  I told her to leave some stuff behind such as empty boxes, freezer burned food, and stuff from the fridge that was months out of date.  Her mom was there to witness this craziness and thought it was fantastic.  The trailer was driven to her new house and I helped two of her other friends unload it.  Before I left she told me that she feared for the food in my house, that it might get eaten by my roommates, as it sometimes does.  She said that I could (and should) bring my food over and keep it in the fridge.  She told me that i could use the kitchen, and even park in the garage.  Keep in mind that at this point she still had no interest in me beyond being my friend.  So, I brought stuff over.  First food, then kitchen tools, then a stereo!  You can't really cook without good tools and some good music.  I don't have pics of any of this up yet because my computer died somewhere along this time, and it still has not fully recovered as of this writing.  Back to the story...  I think she started to figure it all out on October 11th.  On October 12th she suggested we get married.  On October 15th we had our first kiss.  I know, crazy backwards, but it works.  The details of this are best told by her, so I strongly suggest that if you're interested you hear her side, cause it is better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a reception in Utah on December 6th at 715 S Utah Ave at 5:30pm.  Food will be served till 8pm and then dancing will go until everyone goes home!  We will be sealed in the Timpanogos Temple at 10am on December 10th.  There will be a reception in MA on May 23th, the location is to be determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here is Esther's side of the story.  Much more detailed.  Hope you all enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Sept 3rd   Love at first sight when I found my house. Proposed that same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Sept 5th Went under contract. Next two weeks were crazy. Heavenly Father guided everything. My sister Abby was amazing and encouraging in pulling me through. I was just like a ditzy bride and was so happy my dream house, everything I had hoped for when I was engaged previously I felt about my house! Told Mom I knew that Heavenly Father was letting me know how it would be when I found my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Sept 8th- Texted everyone on my phone list (including Greg, but not Dan) that I was getting married to my dream house. Greg responded that he could help me move. So many guys had been calling me and continued to call me all month, but I didn’t want them to help me move. Then they would know where I lived and I would feel obligated to “go out” with them and did NOT want them to just “stop” by while I lived by myself. I decided that I would “allow” Greg and my friend Jamal to help because I didn’t feel obligated to “go out” with them and I wouldn’t mind them visiting me at the new house for games, dinners, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Sept 26th –Softball game. He had been planning a camping trip to Zion’s, then everyone bailed on him; he was sooooooo sad. I felt bad and considered going with him, but didn’t want to go on camping trip with him alone in case it would become anything romantic, so I prayed that I would not have to go and not have to let him down. Storm forecast, he went to my softball game instead, we won! Went to his house and watched a show, didn’t enjoy it. Hate this house and didn’t want anyone to see me there or to think there was anything between us. Two years I had been visiting that house with Dan and now Greg?! I am done with it; I have a completely new life now and never ever ever have to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Sept 29th Rock climbing in Sandy when Leah didn’t need help moving her washer/drier, lectured him about taking a real date. I have a pass to the Quarry and he PAID for me to go to Momentum. He should be taking his date or his wife! Had a terrible time. Stopped at the horrid house. Told him I would never never never EVER enter his house ever again. He had the usual food and other stuff missing/eaten by his roommates. I told him I had no sympathy, that he needed to find a wife and stop cooking and buying things for his roommates to mooch off of. What was it with the guys I was hanging out with lately! Dan gave everything away and Jamal had just bought steak for all his roommates and cleaned up after them all the time! What is it with nice guys enabling moochers?! Stop it! Then they would probably get hungry and get themselves married too. I was always so frustrated cleaning that house after so many messy lazy bachelors! I hate that house! It is disgusting! Get me out of it! &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t tell any of the guys I had been hanging out with where I was moving too, but I had told Jamal he could hang out at my house and park in the garage when he came to visit. So I told Greg he could move his kitchen to my house and cook and  I wouldn’t eat his food or use his stuff, just as long as his roommates didn’t get it. I offered the garage for his car when he came, I could even push the button for my cool garage door opener. We could have game nights at my house and I would never ever EVER go to this awful house ever again and he would meet girls and feed THEM and get a wife from it!&lt;br /&gt;When I left I wouldn’t let him hug me. I don’t let people hug me-I feel vulnerable and I cry. He insisted he hugs everyone (Greg’s friends can attest) and I insisted I don’t let people hug me (My friends can attest). I think he still won, but I made it very uncomfortable for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Sept 29th Lender fell through. Abby worked out another option. Miracles!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Sept 30 Closed on my house. Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Oct 1st Moved in to my dream house! I had been packing for two weeks and considered myself very organized and hoped I would not impose too much on whoever ended up helping me. (I absolutely detest moving people’s junk and bags and helping them pack). My boxes carefully packed according to subject, weight, and fragility, and even which room it went to. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to ask the other guys to help me move in because I would feel obligated to go on a date with them and I didn’t want them to stop by to visit me at my new house. But I “allowed” my guy friends Jamal, Enoch and Greg to help because I didn’t feel that sort of obligation and I wouldn’t mind if they knew where I lived. Greg loaded the trailer himself and did so well at it! But he was so particular and bossy about the whole thing! I was so mad and told him so, many times. He jabbed me about all my stuff and silly boxes and food that was out of date. Sometimes I could see his eyes were laughing and that he was enjoying himself. I was already feeling helpless not being able to move all by myself and was defensive, embarrassed, and very very frustrated! I told Enoch I was only grateful for this experience so he could witness how NOT to treat a girl. &lt;br /&gt;When Mom and Abby showed up, everything was loaded already. It was truly amazing! They were impressed how Greg packed the trailer and wouldn’t let anyone else load it. They also noticed how he could take me on and not back down. Greg invited me to a concert in Provo that night, but I had to drive Enoch home and was hungry, tired, sweaty, and very very grumpy. I easily declined.&lt;br /&gt;He was over later that week and insisted I needed a television and I refused. He argued that I had to have a projector in the green room and I told him I would never have it, then he insisted he was bringing one and a sound system if he was going to visit. I told him I couldn’t pay for it and I would not be a mooch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Oct 4th General Conference, I was grumpy that day and had dropped off some of his food from my fridge for his usual Conference Breakfast and left without saying “hi” or “bye.”  He called after I had left and mentioned that was probably the rudest thing anyone had done to him in a really long time. I knew I had been a jerk and after talking to him, I realized he had always been kind to me and that I had been a total snot. Later we went looking at a couch listed on Craig’s List for my house, didn’t get it. Today is the first day I looked at Greg and realized he was a human being and my friend. Made dinner together; he cooked, I washed dishes and gushed about my house and how happy I was. It was like I was on a honeymoon with my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Oct 5th Watched conference at Greg’s house with his roommates and friends, washed dishes and more dishes (yes, the same horrid house). We picked the grapes for fun that grow in abundance outside his house. We went to visit my family after. They knew him from stories with Dan, going tubing at Soldier Hollow for New Year’s, moving me twice. Didn’t have a good time today, though. When I am up he is down and visa versa/ opposites, told him in the car I didn’t know what I would do about it, but I didn’t like it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Oct 6th, Monday, went to Costco together for groceries. Had a blast! Don’t know what changed but I was relaxed and he smiled so much! Rainbows burst into hundreds of skittles when he laughs! Just wanted to be near him all the time and lots of hugs by this point, but now he was so stand off-ish, especially when he was cooking in the kitchen or driving. He would actually tell me to move away or stay out of the kitchen! My own kitchen! I would wash dishes and then had to get out of his way; but I couldn’t be happy to sit and watch him from afar, so I would disappear and start unpacking boxes in another room…and be sad. I figured we were really just going to stay friends and decided to be happy with that. Meanwhile, Greg was bringing Costco to the house, cooking all our meals, buying a garbage can and other household necessities, installing a sound system, juicing grapes all day, and driving all over town to research refrigerators. I gave him the code to the garage so he could install the sound system and I told myself I would change the code as soon as possible. I just kept washing dishes and gushing about my wonderful house. Linda at work started hearing about Greg in all my adventures with my house and said “this Greg seems really. . .helpful.” I simply replied “yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Oct 9- Greg was at my parents’ house juicing grapes all day and into the evening. Mom enjoyed it and the neighbor kids would come over and help, get bored and leave, then come back and get in the way again. I pulled together some leftovers and made him a couple sloppy joes and plenty of milk to drink. He was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 10- Will (from my new ward, a really nice guy, not bad looking, and one of two people I had met in my neighborhood) came over to visit and invite me to the ward Halloween Skating activity that night. I had opened the garage since Greg was on his way and Will had parked in Greg’s way. Greg was a bit annoyed when he pulled up and stayed in the car, then roared off until Will left! What was wrong with him? Made dinner together, Greg cooked food, I did dishes, and we blasted his music. I unpacked my chimes that I have had packed up for almost 10 years, waiting for a home to hang them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 11- Did laundry all morning, cleaned my wonderful house. Wanted to unpack but I knew I had unnecessary junk that I couldn’t get myself to chuck. I decided I would throw it away if Greg told me to. Really enjoyed last night, thought about how he wasn’t impressed with Will and was actually rude about it. I thought about the hilarity of inviting a date over to the house and Greg walking in from the garage over to the fridge and taking food out of it, which was all his, and eating it. He was putting so much into my house and was here all the time. A bit of concern came to my mind that I might be entangling myself with someone that I didn’t have a future with. What would I do if I started dating someone else? Wait, I didn’t want Greg to go away, my house didn’t feel the same when he wasn’t there. . . Wait. . . then I asked my house out loud  (I said “good morning” and “good night” to my house every day) “Does he know something I don’t?” I had a suspicion but couldn’t let myself believe it. But I knew I liked being with him, and that my house liked him.&lt;br /&gt;The lady with the couch texted me back (week later) and I got her down another $100, called Greg if he thought I should get it. He borrowed Trevor’s truck and we picked it up. Greg didn’t like the chimes very much and suggested a different kind that he had in mind. Went to Home Depot and bought the fridge, based on Greg’s amazing and time consuming research. He told them he would be at the house when it was delivered. I got butterflies thinking about Greg holding down the fort when I came home. &lt;br /&gt;That evening, made dinner, did dishes, listened to music as usual, but there was a bit more flirting and chemistry in the air. While he put a garbage liner (that he bought) in the trash can (that he bought) and finished up kitchen stuff, changed the music, etc., I sat on the new comfy cozy couch and was overwhelmed with happiness! I kept going on about how happy I was and that I never had a thought about my life before this house. Everything was so different now and Greg was so different. . . A light went on in my brain, I lost track of what I was saying as I realized. . . I bought this house for Greg!!&lt;br /&gt;He came over to sit on the couch by me, close, and he had a kind look in his eye when he agreed I looked very happy. The light in my brain was shining full wattage by now and I told him my house didn’t know me without him. We sat on the new comfy couch, so cozy, so happy. He moved me closer to him and put his arms around me. I so wanted him to say something because I was always talking and he was so quiet! I kept asking him in between my monologue what he was thinking about and he would talk about some idea he had for the kitchen, or the yard, or the grape juice, etc. So cute! Eventually I asked him just like I ask everyone, “Where would you like to end up living?” He said “New England for sure.” I knew about his reasons for coming to Utah and said he still had to find a wife and he responded that he would give himself 6 years (It turns out  Greg had made a bet a couple years ago with Sister Beynon and he had six years left). My thoughts trailed off about how the Lord has other plans for us and we never know what or where we will be. I came back to reality when Greg asked “Is that OK with you?” I said “sure”, and he looked amazed and asked “really?” I told him about what I had learned from the Lord, especially getting this house and so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Oct 12 Greg texted between church meetings, something romantic about picking something up at Trevor’s house. Butterflies! I took down the chimes when I got home. Dinner at Mom and Dad’s, dishes, games with Heather Capson. We sat close on the couch. He told me I didn’t have to take down the chimes and I told him it was ok as long as my house got some soon. He thanked me for letting him listen to his music. I asked him what he would like to change about the house and he said he loved this house from the first time he stepped into it.(I argued that he had put stress on my honeymoon these past weeks) We talked about his projects in the house and I asked him what he would do with the other sound system. He started to describe running cords through the kitchen cupboards and putting the speakers in the space near the ceiling. Ding! Ding! Ding! The lights were all on in my head this time. As he hugged me close, I told him my house loved him, my garage loved his car, and if he was putting so much into this house, he would have to stay. With the kindest eyes that were a little moist he said in a voice just as kind “That was my plan.”  I turned to mush! We hadn’t even held hands at this point, but we sure had a wonderful hug! &lt;br /&gt; Then I had a thought and asked him suspiciously, “How long have you known?!” And he told me about his Bishop asking him about how Dan was doing, since he was always with me at my ward meetings. Greg told him that we had just gotten engaged (A year ago Oct 12th I flew out for a 28 hour visit to see Dan in Arkansas). Straight faced the Bishop bluntly said “I thought she was going to marry you.” Greg responded “So did I.” I couldn’t believe he had known this for a year! To the day! I apologized that he had suffered so much hanging out with us, I had been so rude, so emotional, so crazy. I had always hoped my future spouse could watch me for a long time and see me in all my glorious insanity when I didn’t know I was on camera. I told Greg “you know everything I need you to know.”&lt;br /&gt; He asked me where I would like to get married and I told him I didn’t mind, as long as it was a temple. Boston was his first choice and I didn’t mind that either. He was astounded! He asked me when I would like to get married and I told him a couple months ago I had been worried about finding a guy who would get to know me but I really didn’t want to spend almost 2 years training him like last time. A feeling had come to me that I would be married while I was still 28 years old. He asked me when my birthday was, May 10th, and he said that should be ok. Then I sheepishly told him the rest of the feeling I had gotten was that it would be in the year 2008. His eyes got really big. &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to argue with the valid concerns of guys who are think about money and providing for a family, etc. but I knew there was a reason I got this house so quickly, that he had known me for a year, and I knew my family loved him, and I would not be the one to hold up the Lord’s blessings. Greg had a hard time believing my family liked him and I told him to make sure he attended the applesauce event with my family and that would be enough for him to see my family how they truly are and for Mom and Dad, especially, to see him, although I knew they were already sold on Greg. I reminded him that my prayers work better and faster than his (it took a year for his to work and we joke that if you need something, just get on Esther’s prayer list) and that all I do is obey the commandments (plus the extra credit ones) and pray that things work out by the Lord’s will. I have learned Heavenly Father tends to work fast sometimes and I have strong belt loops from flying by the seat of my pants and that Greg better get prepared because it was going to be sooner than he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 14, Tuesday Called Mom and asked her what she thought about Greg. She said he was nice and asked why I asked. I told her he was important. She paid more attention and asked for clarification and I told her he was more important than any other boy, actually the most important. She kept pushing me for an answer until I finally said we were getting married and that I was incredibly happy and it was just as I had hoped it would feel like and Heavenly Father had let me practice getting married to my house. Then she told me that the first Sunday I brought Greg over, they began joking about how long it would take me “playing house” with Greg until I figured it out. While going to buy bread for sandwiches, Greg called his Mom and told her the news. What a shock for them out in Massachusetts! He emailed her pictures of us during the past year. He even remembered that he had been the one who helped me with my wedding registry last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 15 We were preparing dinner, as usual, and Greg was pouring himself a tall glass of milk, as usual. He asked if I wanted a drink of milk too and I walked past him to get a glass and he pulled me into a big hug and kissed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 16 Greg updated our status on Facebook. At work, Linda asked me what I was doing for fun this weekend and I said “Planning a wedding.” Linda asked “Whose?” and I simply replied “Mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 18 paper route at 4 am for Trevor and Miranda, applesauce all day with the family and the young married ward Dad is a high councilman to. Greg was such a trooper! Mom gave him pointers about me and Dad showed him all of his amazing pots and pans and other cooking gear. That evening and into the wee hours of the morning, Greg slaved away to make dinner for my family (he had promised Jenny last week he would make lasagna), he made two cheesecakes, 3 trays of lasagna, and a huge pot of chicken soup, from which he earned a terrible steam burn on his wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 19 He hurt so bad and wanted to go to the hospital. I was deliriously tired and when he woke me up to ask what to do, all I could say was to put ice on it, which is not what you are supposed to do, but in his agony, he applied it anyway for relief. We went ahead and started the paper route 2:30 am. It was so fun and I loved running from house to house, the squealing breaks of my car and Greg so frustrated, but I loved him so much and told him so. All he could do was shake his head in disbelief and mutter things to my car. Went to Church at Greg’s ward and they recognized me. The Bishop told me he had known all along, When asked to introduce myself, I told the Relief Society sisters I was back, but as someone else’s fiancé. Dinner with family was a huge success! Jenny and Sara were anxious to talk about wedding plans and kept pushing Greg to have the “talk” with Dad. Finally, with Mom and I there to get things rolling, Greg asked Dad’s permission (I hope Greg put that story in his blog). Dad told us that a couple weeks ago, when he started hearing stories about Greg, he had asked Mom what was going on with this nice guy Greg, he was oh so nice and so good for Esther, she was just trying to keep her mouth shut for fear it would break something. Dad agreed not to wait too long. “Esther, you have been dating Greg for a year and were the only one who didn’t know it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Oct 24  With the apples from Greg’s house, we chopped and canned applesauce til 4 am. I drove all over town looking for quart jars, ended up borrowing some. The house was perfect for it! Made a huge mess, I washed the huge pots in the bathtub and Greg managed the 6 burners. Ended up with 54 quarts of heavenly applesauce! Greg was so pleased, Dad was proud! Showing the downstairs apartment all month, every day to a ton of people. We cannot agree on any of them. Even before we got engaged, I had decided Greg and I needed to agree about the tenant for it to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Oct27 Bought and carved pumpkins with Trevor and Miranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Oct 29 Made beautiful grape jelly at Mom and Dad’s house from the juice of the grapes we picked during General Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Oct 31 Stressful day, Halloween, I did a little girl’s updo for her Cinderella costume, ran and bought a toaster oven off craigs list, people over, free wedding dress made just my size my style for 1994. Mom and Dad brought over book shelves and mattresses for Greg’s parents’ visit. Handed out candy. Stressful. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Nov 1 Drove up to Sundance with my sister Jenny and Greg’s friend Rebecca Bezzant, took engagement photos. Chilly, lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Nov 2 Mom handed over the reception catering and planning and DJ’ing the reception to Greg. His wish that everyone said that could never be granted. . . was granted! Prayers work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Dixie Cups - Chapel of Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7847557418060262259?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7847557418060262259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7847557418060262259' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7847557418060262259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7847557418060262259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/11/goin-to-chapel-and-were-gonna-get.html' title='Goin&apos; to the chapel and we&apos;re gonna get married'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6662127037638903772</id><published>2008-09-08T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:21:10.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been such a long time.</title><content type='html'>For almost 2 months I have been MIA.  I just wanted to let you all know I'm not dead!  I'll take a little while to tell you about some of it, but if you don't like to read check here: &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/"&gt;http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/index_801.html&lt;/a&gt; where you can see all the pictures of the past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few weeks of mini vacations.&lt;br /&gt;It started with a fantastic trip to Massachusetts.  The Beynons let me use their car while they were in Hawaii.  I got to see my family, I got to see my friends, and I got to spend a day in Otis.  It was a really excellent weekend, and it really made me miss the place even more than I did. &lt;br /&gt;On my second vacation I headed to Wyoming to make rootbeer for the weekend.  The first half of the weekend was excellent with about 1100 gallons of rootbeer and cream soda brewed.  Sunday and Monday brought 70mph winds and hail.  This brought on problems such as snapped tent poles, my tent being flipped over (with us in it), and all of us being drenched.  It was still a wicked good time! &lt;br /&gt;I just returned from Zion National Park.  I got to hike Hidden Canyon and The Narrows.  Although the hikes were great, the people I was there with were really what made it a terrific trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Boston - Foreplay (Long Time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6662127037638903772?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6662127037638903772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6662127037638903772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6662127037638903772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6662127037638903772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-such-long-time.html' title='Its been such a long time.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-2206028214881825314</id><published>2008-07-12T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:32:58.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's when they say I lost my only friend</title><content type='html'>Today I had a barbecue.  It was for my unbirthday.  My birthday was Jan 11th, but only 10 people could make it to my birthday party then, so I figured I would try again.  I bought about $300 in food, prepped it for a few days making sauces, marinating, etc...  Unfortunately only 22 people showed up.  I guess I should look on the positive side that anyone showed up hehe.  I invited about 250 people.  I figured for at least 50 not being able to make it, maybe even 150.  I have a LOT of food left that hasn't even been cooked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work lately had been HARD.  We used to use a program called Vantive to log customer cases.  On the 4th of July we switched to SAP.  I don't know if SAP is terrible in general, or if this is just a miserable implementation, but it is impossible.  You can't find anything because there is nothign named intuitively, in fact, I would call it counter intuitive; many things are named something that would lead you to believe that is where you should go, but it's actually somewhere titled with something completely irrelevant.  Not only that, but everything is on a different page (whereas vantive was mostly all on one page with tabs named appropriately for different things).  Even if you knew exactly where everything is, it would still take you twice as long because it takes so many more clicks to get to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my camera money on this dud of a party, so it will be a bit longer before I get a new camera.  i have some pics here that I still haven't posted, so I will get them up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have lost contact with my personal trainer.  She has stopped responding to my calls and texts.  I might have to actually go into the gym when she is there to make an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I test drove a new Jetta TDI and a 2008 R32.  The TDI wasn't bad.  It has 140hp and gets great gas mileage.  If I were to sell my R32 now I could probably buy the TDI without a loan, or darn close.  But, the loan on my R32 is almost paid off...  The new R32 sucks compared to mine.  For one, it is an automatic.  Who the heck makes a sports car that only comes in automatic.  It has a lot of cool gadgets such as satnav in the dash, but seriously not worth it for how the car performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: The Wallflowers - One Headlight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-2206028214881825314?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/2206028214881825314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=2206028214881825314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2206028214881825314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2206028214881825314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-when-they-say-i-lost-my-only.html' title='That&apos;s when they say I lost my only friend'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-3300632919760884864</id><published>2008-07-03T16:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:07:26.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We see that smile on your face</title><content type='html'>Since tomorrow is a holiday my pay got direct deposited a day early.  Wooo Hooo!  In the past two weeks I amassed 46 hours of overtime.  I was pretty darn shocked when I checked my bank account.  Over this weekend I will be working more overtime, so the next check will also be quite pleasant.  I know a lot of people thought I had abandoned my blog, but I was just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my camera a few weeks ago.  I left it on the roof of my car when I was loading bikes in my car and drove away.  When I came back 10 or 15 minutes later it was already gone.  There are no cameras out there that really grab me, I want my old one back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IRS sent me a letter saying that I am not getting a refund, and that I owe them money.  I have no idea what happened there, but I'm not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week some high up management from the company I work for came to our site.  I made breakfast for our whole project and it was pretty excellent.  They were there to hand out promotions.  Four people got promoted, and although I didn't make it, I got a $100 bonus.  I'll keep plugging away, and hopefully next time or the time after will be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hot here.  We have the swamp cooler running 24/7.  It keeps it nice and cool in here.  I did laundry on my night off and the dryer was broken.  I had to run my towels through three times before they got dry!  I think Greg got it fixed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Soundgarden - Head Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-3300632919760884864?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/3300632919760884864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=3300632919760884864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/3300632919760884864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/3300632919760884864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-see-that-smile-on-your-face.html' title='We see that smile on your face'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-57248181215275213</id><published>2008-06-17T00:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:29:48.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucking too hard on a lollipop or love's gonna get you down.</title><content type='html'>On Saturday afternoon I went hiking with Dawnee and she offered me a Gatorade and a sucker.  I know that people call lollipops suckers, but I don't think I have ever heard anyone say it before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an incredibly fun and busy week.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went mountain biking with Tom.  We've been getting a little farther every time we go.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 8 of us went to see Stone Temple Pilots.  I thought it was an excellent show.  The opening band was kinda terrible.  before the concert we ate at the Mayan, where Trevor used to work (diving).  The scenery in there was cool, and the divers were neat, but the food wasn't so good.&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went camping with Dawnee and a bunch of people she invited.  We ate lots of meat and s'mores haha.  It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up not long after the sun did and after breakfast went hiking with Dawnee.  We found some cool geodes.  There were these gross bugs shedding their exoskeletons all over the trees.  I got sunburned.  After I got home I drove to Sandy and went mountain biking with Tom (cause I'm nuts).  We got way farther than we did previously and it felt good to ride so much.  After the ride we went and saw The Hulk (and ate ice cream).  It was waaay better than the last Hulk movie, and it looks like we're headed for a whole bunch of comic book movies tied together.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church I was supposed to sleep.  Instead, Trevor called me and told me to come over for dinner.  We all ate outside on the front lawn and then went for a drive around the alpine loop after.  When we got back I went home, grabbed lunch and my laptop, and then headed to work.  Turns out that i didn't have to be in until 4am for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for the first time ever I got to go iceblocking.  For those of you that don't know what that is, you get a block of ice, throw a towel on it, and ride it down a grassy hill.  It was a really fun time, and I was glad my sleep schedule worked out so that I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not make it to my session with Lily on Wednesday because we left so early for STP.  I have left messages and sent texts, but haven't gotten a response.  Maybe she already left for Alaska.  Orrr maybe she's in Moab.  I think I've been making up for it a bit, but there hasn't been a day this week that I thought to myself "Dude, I'm so sore I can barely move" so I must not be trying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Mika - Lollipop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-57248181215275213?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/57248181215275213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=57248181215275213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/57248181215275213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/57248181215275213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/06/sucking-too-hard-on-lollipop-or-loves.html' title='Sucking too hard on a lollipop or love&apos;s gonna get you down.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7763301186622262309</id><published>2008-06-09T17:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:34:00.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day the music died.</title><content type='html'>Back in 2002 while I was working at Connecticut Telephone I got a 4gig Ipod mini for Christmas from the CTO - Mike Feld.  The battery became mostly useless about a year or two later.  Since then it has been in my car providing me music while plugged into the power outlet in my VW.  Last month I checked to see how much replacement batterries were for it.  Almost everywhere had them for $15, so I picked one up and replaced the battery.  Well, this week my ipod died for good.  What terrible timing!  It won't turn on at all, no matter what I do.  Looks like it is time for a new one.  I hope the next one lasts 6 years too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling like I am in high school again.  Back to where "musicgreg" really came from!  Last week I went to see a fantastic local band called &lt;a href="http://www.theisoprinciple.com/"&gt;The Iso Principle&lt;/a&gt;.  They were absolutely fantastic!  Their sound was powerful and unique.  The lead singer (EJ) has an incredible voice that to me sounds like a cross between Dar Williams and Hello Saferide with a twist of Sarah McLachlan.  The lead guitarist has incredible talent, belting out fantastic riffs, and also keeping the audience aurally entertained between songs.  I have not seen fingers move so fast in a long time.  Although from where I was sitting I could not see the bass player, he was certainly audible, and really brought it all together.  Last, but certainly not least, was their drummer.  I think his name was Josh, but I am not positive.  He had a fantastic taste for tempo, and also changed witht he band as they requested.  He has been playing with the band for only two weeks, but you wouldn't have known it.  Although I have a lot of praise for their music, there were a few downsides.  I bought the CD after the show and brought it home to listen.  The live performance blew away the CD.  There was much more energy in the music at the show, and it also sounded more full (even though the sound guy could have done us all a favor and helped out the vocals a bit with a little more volume!)  The only other dissappointment to note was that one or two of the songs had such an extremely long buildup.  You could feel the drums and guitar ready to explode and it ever so slowly ramped up.  They could have gone with a sooner climax, slow transition, and back to an explosive finish.  That way the slowness would have been more evenly distributed throughout the song, and I really think it would have worked well.  It's not my music thoug, so not really my call on how they play it hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I am going to see Stone Temple Pilots.  I am pretty excited about this concert.  I don't think they have been together for about 7 years.  I got a fantastic deal on 8 tickets for about $15 each, so there will be several of my friends coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August I will be going to see Jack Johnson.  The last time I saw Jack was several years ago with Rhonda and Kirimi when he played with G Love and special sauce, and Dovovan Frankenwrighter (which I am sure I spelled wrong).  That will be a hard show to measure up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tryign to make some HDR photos lately and I am failing miserably, so if anyone has some tips on making them please let me know.  I have some awesome photos in RAW format that I would like to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Don McLean - American Pie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7763301186622262309?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7763301186622262309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7763301186622262309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7763301186622262309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7763301186622262309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-music-died.html' title='The day the music died.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-4126182215505187495</id><published>2008-05-26T01:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:50:35.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming in red, white, and blue</title><content type='html'>Today for church I wore my tie with an american flag on it in honor of Memorial Day.  Someone commented to me that I was a bit early for the 4th of July.  I have been thinking about that all day.  I imagine there are uncountable Americans who have no idea what the meaning is behind their long weekend.  If you read this, take note, it is a day to remember all the men and women who have died in service of the US military.  At 3pm Eastern time much of the country will participate in a moment of silence.  I suggest you take this time to think about what these people have done for you and where the US would be without people to fight for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go camping this weekend, but the campground cancelled our reservation due to snow.  Instead I went to a cookout at Tom and Kari's house in Sandy.  There wasn't very many of us there, but we had a good time eating food and playing wiffle ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Brooks and Dunn - Only in America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-4126182215505187495?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/4126182215505187495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=4126182215505187495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4126182215505187495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4126182215505187495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreaming-in-red-white-and-blue.html' title='Dreaming in red, white, and blue'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7697581013509289331</id><published>2008-05-11T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:26:58.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother should I trust the government?</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's day!  Today I got to talk to my mom, and my dad's mom (My grandma).  I got to talk to Sister Beynon, and I sent texts to lots of other mom's telling them happy mother's day :)  Moms are pretty awesome.  I wouldn't be here without one, and neither would you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I "got" my State tax return.  It was a letter from the IRS that said they had decided to levy my return for $50 with a $25 administrative fee which left exactly $0 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a pretty busy day!  When I woke up I headed to the store to get some vegetables.  Then I made some vegetable shishkabobs.  Tom Lane came over at 5 and we ate grilled veggies and meat that I had marinated.  After that we went to Carina Hatch's wedding reception.  It was terrific to see Carina.  She looked more fantastic than ever.  I am now really super behind at getting all my pics onto my photo gallery.  The food at the reception was from Kneader's and was fantastic.  The best food were two desserts.  One was a little chocolate bowl with mousse, whipped cream, and topped with a chocolate covered cherry.  The other was a little key lime pie with e teeny slice of lime in it.  Exceptionally tasty.  After the wedding reception I dropped off Tom and headed to a bonfire planned by my friend Bruce.  I was eating s'mores there hehe.  That woulda been enough, but I went to Miranda and Trevor's after and hung out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at work we are having a barbecue around 3am.  I brought a lot of meat that is marinated in my home-made barbecue sauces, one made from mango, one from pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Pink Floyd - Mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7697581013509289331?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7697581013509289331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7697581013509289331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7697581013509289331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7697581013509289331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/05/mother-should-i-trust-government.html' title='Mother should I trust the government?'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-3177418953630362411</id><published>2008-05-09T01:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:54:14.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a land of confusion.</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends clarified my maybe invite to a concert.  This is Utah, people get married in under 3 months.  Yeah, they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have 4 tickets to see Jack Johnson in August.  Probably about 2 weeks before the concert I'll try to track down some people that want to go, and if I ask you and you already have something planned that you can't get out of, then you just don't want to go bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week I had a spectacular dinner at Tucanos, got a box of cookies from my friend Dana in MA, went climbing at Momentum till I couldn't use my arms, worked out with my trainer, went on a long bike ride up a mountain.  I'm sure there was more, but I forget what happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a posting on &lt;a href="http://www.lifehacker.com/"&gt;www.lifehacker.com&lt;/a&gt; about hacked firmware that you can run on canon cameras to add a bunch of functionality.  I can now take pictures in RAW, which rocks.  Lots of other features too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Genesis - Land of Confusion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-3177418953630362411?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/3177418953630362411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=3177418953630362411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/3177418953630362411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/3177418953630362411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-land-of-confusion.html' title='This is a land of confusion.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8235167998122350644</id><published>2008-05-04T18:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:00:20.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems to me that maybe pretty much always means no</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I asked someone to go to a concert and they said maybe.  It is in August, which is pretty far away.  I thought that if I asked people if they wanted to go that I should give them enough notice that they wouldn't have anything planned.  So, if someone tells you maybe on something so far away, how long do you wait before you find someone else to go?  I had not anticipated an answer of maybe, only yes or no, thereby giving me time to find someone else that wants to go if they said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that people can now find me many more places if I am online now.  Previously, if I did not get on AIM they had no way to send me a message.  Now if I get on gmail or facebook I have messages popping up from people.  I think it is a cool feature to be able to message people that are currently using the same webpage that you are, but sometimes not wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Jack Johnson - Flake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8235167998122350644?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8235167998122350644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8235167998122350644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8235167998122350644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8235167998122350644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-seems-to-me-that-maybe-pretty-much.html' title='It seems to me that maybe pretty much always means no'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-3172505919799483429</id><published>2008-04-29T17:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:32:40.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out your seats and jump around</title><content type='html'>This past week the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beynons&lt;/span&gt; were visiting from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/span&gt;.  I got to spend all of Wednesday with Nate and Sarah.  it was a super excellent day.  We ate Breakfast at Bro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beynon's&lt;/span&gt; mom's house, then went to temple square for a few hours, then lunch with Rhonda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stratton&lt;/span&gt;, then to Momentum (climbing gym in Sandy), on to Jump On It, and then to Sis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beynon's&lt;/span&gt; sister's house for dinner.  I got to meet a girl who I think was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beynon's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; who was pretty awesome.  She just got back from a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vasicek's&lt;/span&gt; wedding luncheon, and then wedding.  She married a dude named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mykle&lt;/span&gt; who is pretty great.  I'm really happy for them!  Friday night I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DJ'd&lt;/span&gt; their reception which was pretty sweet.  I have lots of pics to post.  There was a cake face smear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been totally insane.  Around 3am every morning the calls start rolling in nonstop.  I really hope we get some people for the overnight shift soon.  Everyone loves working for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NetApp&lt;/span&gt;, it's just that they keep finding better paying jobs and leaving.  I guess I can't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from someone today, one that I have gotten from other people.  It says that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; is Muslim and that Muslims are evil.  Ugh, if you get that email please note that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; has gone to a Christian church for 20 years.  Also keep in mind that a person's religion doesn't make them inherently evil.  Having said that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; pastor freaks me out with his hate for America and white people.  I don't see how you can attend church for 20 years and not share similar beliefs.  If you're going to judge him, at least judge him on something factual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tooootally&lt;/span&gt; been slacking at my gym attendance.  I've been at least going to Momentum a bit, but once a week at Gold's is crap.  I'm back to fully operational and should get back on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is looking for used laptops now is the time to hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt;.  There's a flood of students getting rid of them cheap.  Heck, they're getting rid of all kinds of stuff cheap.  We need a dining room table here, so I'm on the lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Spring is finally here.  I hope it doesn't snow anymore.  It keeps warming up to 70+ and then snowing the next day.  The people say that is normal for here.  Crazy Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: House of Pain - Jump Around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-3172505919799483429?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/3172505919799483429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=3172505919799483429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/3172505919799483429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/3172505919799483429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-out-your-seats-and-jump-around.html' title='Get out your seats and jump around'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7025468897181495335</id><published>2008-04-21T02:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:38:24.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down everyone you're moving too fast</title><content type='html'>Saturday was my day off.  I hung around the house in the morning, unable to sleep.  At 1pm I met up with the Beynons who are in Utah for a little bit.  We grabbed some tasty frozen treats at the Malt Shop in Provo.  Bro B was sporting some glasses.  Nate is bigger and Sarah is gigantic!  Laura and Cynthia haven't changed at all.  I'm glad something stays the same.  After attempting to finish off out brain freeze inducing sugary dairy products we headed to Utah Valley hospital.  Elder Bolli is not doing so well.  He has gone into a coma several times in the past week.  On the positive side though, they believe it was caused by his insulin alternative stuff causing a rise in amonia in his blood.  The bad news is that between his bad heart, replaced kidney, cirrosis of the liver, and diabetes he's not doing so hot.  He is pretty skinny.  I got a pic of Elder and Sister Bolli lookin good though.  It was terrific to see them.  I wish I could give them more time.  I wish we all had more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I am taking Sarah Beynon to have some fun.  We'll be hitting temple square, then Momentum (the climbing gym), then Jump On It.  There will be food in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will be seeing a lot of people that I haven't seen in a while I think.  You always see them at funerals and weddings.  There's a bunch of weddings coming up in the next few months.  Hopefully there won't be any funerals any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Jack Johnson - Inaudible Melodies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7025468897181495335?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7025468897181495335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7025468897181495335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7025468897181495335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7025468897181495335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/04/slow-down-everyone-youre-moving-too.html' title='Slow down everyone you&apos;re moving too fast'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-1009423916814766842</id><published>2008-04-16T06:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:06:52.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it ever felt like this</title><content type='html'>I was just watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0756573/"&gt;October Road&lt;/a&gt; which is a show based in a fictional town in Massachusetts. I have all the episodes, and I am watching it from the beginning in my spare time. It brings back so many memories from growing up. I was thinking about the times in Otis that a bunch of us would sit in my parent's trailer playing cards on a rainy day listening to Poison. My mom used to love Poison (and Motley Crue, Warrant, other hairbands). I'm not sure she still does because when I was last home there was always country music on. Growing up though, it was usually 107.3 WAAF. The station has changed a lot since then. Me, Patrick, Adam, Barbie, Jeff, Lisa, Ben, JR, and sometimes other kids would sit on the beach and listen to the radio. I had a wooden case that had all the CD's I owned in it. We were allowed to plug in under the house on the beach cause we were seasonal there. I sometimes wish that life could have stayed the way I remember it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Otis I remember JP, Derek, Brian, Kristin, and the other kids on Barry Street. We did crazy stuff like building treeforts and rope swings. We went fishing for largemouth bass on the golfcourse. We trekked for miles through the woods and swamps behind our houses. I used to fear getting beat up at school back then, and from some of the older kids on Barry Street too. I can't look back on it in any other way than to think that life was good back then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after Otis it transitioned to the people from my store, and then to the people that worked at RCN. I don't think I have changed much since as far back as I can remember, but my life sure has. I'm sorry for all those people that I've left behind. I miss you all. I'm still not sure why I'm here in Utah, but I sincerely hope that someday I will look back on it and it will be a fond memory just like all the other time periods I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several weeks, maybe even a month, I've been drained of all energy. It started a few days after I gave blood and I just started getting my energy back on Wednesday last week. On Saturday I went skiing for 6 1/2 hours without sunscreen. I then spent several days in bed because my face was so burnt that my face swelled up and I couldn't see. Hopefully today or tomorrow I will be back to the gym and the climbing gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago it was 87 degrees outside. Terrible timing for good sunny weather when your face is burnt to a crisp. Yesterday it snowed. The weather here is totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Poison - Every Rose Has Its Thorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-1009423916814766842?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/1009423916814766842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=1009423916814766842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1009423916814766842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1009423916814766842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/04/has-it-ever-felt-like-this.html' title='Has it ever felt like this'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8889889151395701904</id><published>2008-04-06T23:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:34:40.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby if I could change the world.</title><content type='html'>For anyone out there that wonders if there actually is anyone who goes to bed every day and says to themselves "Have I done any good in the world today" I am here to tell you there is. Recently I have seen a lot of movies which made me wonder if I will ever be as awesome as the people in those movies. For example: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758794/"&gt;We Are Marshall&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0393162/"&gt;Coach Carter&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0463998/"&gt;Freedom Writers&lt;/a&gt;. What if everyone took their job as seriously as those people did? Those movies are all based on true stories. There are really people like that in the world. What about John Cusack in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0415965/"&gt;Martian Child&lt;/a&gt;? Is there ever a day that I come remotely close to the greatness of these examples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and yesterday was General Conference for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. There were some really fantastic talks. I thought the best ones were the second session today by Elder Holland and Elder Bednar. Really good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My landlord got back from his honeymoon yesterday. He looks fantastic! I don't know what it is, but the dude just looks healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a cookout after conference and grilled up the scraps of filet mignon. It was terrific. I made some marinated in and grilled with barbecue sauce, and i made some marinated in garlic. Most people liked the barbecue stuff better, but I liked the garlic ones much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Eric Clapton - Change The World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8889889151395701904?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8889889151395701904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8889889151395701904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8889889151395701904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8889889151395701904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-if-i-could-change-world.html' title='Baby if I could change the world.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5571066273001953274</id><published>2008-04-02T00:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:51:25.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im out in the cold</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start with just moments ago and work backwards because I'm pretty heated right now and it is fresh in my mind.  It seems today is the day we started lockdown on the front of the house (without warning).  That's fine, I can deal with it, there are other doors.  it makes it an annoyance to get to my bike in the garage, or my food out there, but not the end of the world.  The doors on this house have been unlocked nonstop for as long as I have lived here, and from talking to past residents, as long as they can remember.  The front doors that is.  The side door, which we are now to use is always locked.  It has always annoyed the heck out of me that no matter how many times I unlock it, someone locks it again.  Why do that when the front door is always left open and hardly anyone uses the side door?  Today that changed.  Tonight I got home, and yet again the door was locked.  Nobody in this house has keys to any of the doors.  Maybe Greg (the landlord) does, but he's in Hawaii or something on his honeymoon.  I knocked on the door.  No answer of course, everyone was in their rooms.  I hammered on the door with a wrench till Paul opened the door.  This is going to happen to me again, and when it does, someone is going to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was April 1st.  April Fool's day.  I played a very simple prank by changing my facebook status to say I was getting married, and then a few hours later to say I was movign back to Massachusetts in a week.  A decent amount of people fell for it.   Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some raisin walnut bread today.  I'm still tweaking with the recipe.  It needs more sugar and cinnamon, and for some reason didn't rise very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold here in Utah again.  After a week of almost 70 it is back into the 20's and 30's again.  Please Spring come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I catered Greg's wedding reception.  The two options were filet mignon with broccoli and garlic mashed potatoes, or lemon pepper chicken with rice and cadied carrots.  There was about 80+ people at the reception.  They devoured almost 60 pounds of filet mignon and 25 pounds of lemon pepper chicken.  I cooked for two days.  All was going well until it got close to the time of the reception.  I sent Miranda over to the chapel with broccoli where someone was supposed to let us in at 1, but nobody showed up till 2:30 (this was supposed to start at 3).  All the food would not fit in my car so Paul had to come and help load the stuff up in his car.  We were already running a little bit late, but not bad.  Paul got a flat on the way there.  When we got there the wind was gusting as super high speed (this was being cooked on a grill outside) and someone had just pulled the fire alarm.  After it got going things went well.  Lots and lots of people complimented the food.  I had some excellent help plating and serving the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick for over a week and I want to be better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Tom Petty - Out in the Cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5571066273001953274?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5571066273001953274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5571066273001953274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5571066273001953274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5571066273001953274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-out-in-cold.html' title='Im out in the cold'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6111746840854774013</id><published>2008-03-25T01:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:08:05.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you take me higher?</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of climbing at Momentum climbing gym.  Chris Austin had mentioned that he went to one when I was still in MA and it was a good time.  The first time I went here my friend Mark told me it would turn into an addiction.  I'm not quite sure I'd call it an addiction, but it sure is a fun way to work out.  I'm still going to Gold's, but once or twice a week I head to Momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beynons are coming to Utah for a visit on April 18th.  I am pretty wicked excited.  Michelle joined facebook last week, so now about half the family is on there.  I haven't seen Michelle at all since I have been here even though we are in the same state now.  I can actually say that about a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth Melling is getting married.  Not that it's a surprise, but maybe you're reading this and didn't know.  Of course, maybe you have no idea who he is.  There's a lot of people getting married, including my landlord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave blood today and saved up to three lives with my pint!  I gave at a red cross drive, which I am sorta opposed to since they charge hospitals between $200 and $300 per pint from what my friends at hospitals tell me, but I just never make it to the hospital to give blood.  I filled the bag in 5 minutes flat.  Pretty impressive time compared to my last few.  Usually takes me closer to 7 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a short hike with Katie today.  It seems like I haven't seen her more than one day in a month.  She was dating a pretty cool guy from Logan, but it just didn't work out.  So, she'll be around a lot more now.  She had been spending a lot of time up in Logan, and when she was around here she was at her sister's.  I need to get over to Parkway Crossing to visit their apartment.  I haven't seen Lacey in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a pretty awesome day of climbing at Momentum, singing at Geoff's playing Rockband, eating home-made ice cream, and coloring Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is training with Lily and I can't wait.  I think the gym would be kinda dull without her.  She's just got so much enthusiasm!  I bet she's super fun on dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really slacking on my photo taking lately.  It's just that i don't go outside of Orem very often and so the scenery is all the same!  I need to get out to some other part of Utah and take some different pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Creed - Higher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6111746840854774013?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6111746840854774013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6111746840854774013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6111746840854774013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6111746840854774013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-you-take-me-higher.html' title='Can you take me higher?'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5791528317532669637</id><published>2008-03-18T02:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T03:24:48.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling so calm, I've got a big smile</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday at 1pm I am going to the dentist for the first time in about 10 years.  I saw a posting on craigslists for a free cleaning and checkup.  So what's the catch?  It's at a dental school by a student, and it's 3 hours long.  It's all good, it will probably take 3 hours to clean 10 years of junk off my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday was pretty darn fun (and awesome).  I took a 3 hour nap after work and headed to Momentum in Sandy, UT which is a climbing gym.  From 2pm to 5pm I climbed walls with Mark and Kim Ludlow.  That was a wicked good time.   I then headed over to Kari and Tom Lane's house and we got some pizza from The Pie pizzeria.  I had never been there before.  best pizza I have had in Utah so far.  Pretty close to east coast pizza.  After that is when the day got really awesome.  I picked up Nichole Bennett and we went to a Beatles Tribute concert with Tom and Kari.  Not only did they sound just like the Beatles, but they LOOKED just like them.  Even the equipment they used was from the right time period.  The night was finished off with cheesecake at the cheesecake factory.  Nichole is pretty awesome, and I don't think I'll forget this day anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to a graduation party for people graduating from the Utah College of Massage Therapy.  Trevor Williams was graduating.  it seems most of the people there were married, so I spent almost the whole time playing with 4 and 5 year olds.  I was pretty beat after several hours of chasing around 6 kids!  The place that the party was at was incredible.  They have a castle, a witch's house, lots of animal statues.  Really nifty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda got Trevor a membership to Gold's gym as a graduation present so today I went to the gym with Trevor.  Katie doesn't get to the gym much anymore.  She's always working or at her boyfriend's.  I ran him through the workout that Lily had us do the first week and introduced him to Lily.  He's gonna be in some pain tomorrow muahaha.  Two hours at the gym didn't do it for me, so I headed up to the climbing gym with Kim and Mark for 3 hours.  I definitely got a full workout today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Jem - Finally Woken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5791528317532669637?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5791528317532669637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5791528317532669637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5791528317532669637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5791528317532669637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-feeling-so-calm-ive-got-big-smile.html' title='I&apos;m feeling so calm, I&apos;ve got a big smile'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5492362926920680301</id><published>2008-03-10T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:20:03.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, baby, please let me hold him.</title><content type='html'>In the past 24 hours crazy news has come to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda Williams is preggers from what I hear (she even texted me a pic of the pregnancy test).  I hope she stays pregnant, I've heard that first pregnancies sometimes don't end up happenning.  It's about time, I thought there'd be a little army of kids over there by now hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Vasicek is engaged to be married on April 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Dan moved out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the exciting news for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Talking Heads - Stay Up Late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5492362926920680301?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5492362926920680301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5492362926920680301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5492362926920680301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5492362926920680301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-baby-please-let-me-hold-him.html' title='Baby, baby, please let me hold him.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-1310571727598546181</id><published>2008-03-06T04:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:07:12.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where it's so white as snow</title><content type='html'>Two days ago I went on a hike with my roommate Dan in Rock Canyon.  We didn't go super far because we had started at 6 and had to turn back when it got dark.  Yesterday I went on a hike in the same place with Trevor.  When we started the sun was out, not a cloud in the sky.  After hiking for 2 hours it began to snow - hard.  We were wearing short sleeve shirts with sweatshirts.  After downing some PBJ sandwiches we began running back.  Back at the mouth of the canyon it wasn't snowing at all.  I got some sweet video of some base jumpers that I will try and get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening was pretty rough.  I didn't sleep this morning so I tried sleeping from 5 to 9.  I woke up at 8 because my roommate Paul's alarm clock was going off.  I walked out of my room to clouds of smoke.  They had started a fire in the fireplace and for some reason it was filling the house with thick smoke.  Since they were using starter logs and not real logs it smelled like paraffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow (hey Oh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-1310571727598546181?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/1310571727598546181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=1310571727598546181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1310571727598546181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1310571727598546181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-its-so-white-as-snow.html' title='Where it&apos;s so white as snow'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6753121700135346301</id><published>2008-02-29T01:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:34:54.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get on your bikes and ride</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was on my way to the gym and got a call from Trevor.  He needed help loading a trailer full of stuff at someone's house.  So Sarah and I headed over there and we loaded up all this stuff and then helped unload it into a storage unit.  The day before I broke out my bike and rode it to the gym.  It was a super nice day.  There was nobody available at the trainer station and I didn't want to just dig through her stuff to see if she left me anything, so I left and rode around town for an hour.  I may not have gotten any of the weightlifting in, but it sure was nice to just ride around on my bike.  The day before that I actually got Katie to go back to the gym.  We did our 15 minutes of cardio and checked with the trainer station but all the trainers were gone and Lily hadn't left anything for us to do.  There was a new guy there that said he could write up a quick workout for me, but I was still hurting from the day before so the break was welcome.  My biceps are still sore and a whole week has gone by.  Instead we left and went to the park where Katie's friend was tightrope walking (what he called slacklining).  It was really hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I made a hot fudge sundae with nuts and whipped cream.  I have never felt so guilty about eating ice cream.  I have been eating healthy for weeks and weeks.  I have still not lost any weight, but I can fit into shirts that I could not a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it out to MA for AWE.  I didn't hear how it went besides that there was a snowstorm.  I hope it went well.  If you read this and you were there please send me an email telling me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My landlord is remodeling the upstairs of the house, which is right over my bedroom.  It has caused some problems with me being able to sleep.  That's not a huge problem lately though because I haven't been able to sleep more than 4 hours a day.  I must be an alien or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made some fantastic burgers with chipotle pepper in them.  Katie stopped by for some and I got her to eat a potato pancake.  She was afraid she wouldn't like it, but she was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Queen - Fat Bottomed Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6753121700135346301?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6753121700135346301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6753121700135346301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6753121700135346301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6753121700135346301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-on-your-bikes-and-ride.html' title='Get on your bikes and ride'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5278627615820256991</id><published>2008-02-24T23:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:32:45.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Order me up another slice of your pie</title><content type='html'>For many weeks I have been talking about making some lamb.  Well, at the beginning of this week I found myself at Costco and picked up a lamb leg.  Thursday night I roasted it up and also made some garlic mashed potatoes and broccoli to go with it.  Dinner was an hour late because I realized about the time I was supposed to be putting the roast in the oven that my roasting pan was still somewhere in the garage in one of the many boxes.  It took about 45 minutes to find it.  I started everyone off with some field greens salad while I let the meat rest and then carved it up.  It gave everyone time to chat and introduce each other.  After dinner we all played a few rounds of scum and then finished off the night with some blueberry pie and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a super sweet deal on a personal trainer, so I have been being advised by her daily at the gym.  Her name is Lily and her personality is spectacular!  She's one of the most enthusiastic people I have ever met in my life.  I don't feel any stronger, and I haven't lost any weight, but I sure have been sore.  I'm told that means it's working.  When I worked at T&amp;amp;R years ago I was able to effortlessly carry four 50 pound bags of flour up a flight of stairs.  Now I'd be lucky to be able to carry one.  I would really really like to get back to that point, but honestly I can't see it happenning considering the cause of it was working 10 hours days, 4 days a week, that were essentially working out and getting paid for it.  If only that job paid as much as the jobs I've had since, I would have stayed there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the Bishop's Ball.  It was a formal dinner and dance.  I had heard that it was being catered, which is what convinced me to go.  Turns out that it was baked potatoes.  I'm not sure if those were catered, or if the activities committee prepared them.  They were good, but not what I was expecting.  Most of the girls there were with dates, which meant nobody to dance with, so me and the rest of the lonely guy table bailed after dinner.  I wish that Geoff had been there.  He had invited me to something Saturday night, but Alisa Bliss had told me to go to the ball.  Shoulda gone out with Geoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was digging for my raosting pan I found some fantastic stuff!  Every time I dig through those boxes I find more things I was missing.  I found the brand new journal I had bought just before I left MA to replace the one I have that's just about full.  I haven't been writing in the one I have because I was almost out of space.  Any excuse to not write in the journal is a bad one.  I also found my stereo, which is cool, even though I have no speakers.  I have a whole surround sound system that I have to hook up to our teeny tiny TV in the living room, but there's nowhere to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about tax time and I have no idea how that's going to go this year.  I really hope I get a refund.  I'm not sure if I'll be able to file as a Utah resident since I haven't switched over my license and registration yet.  Massachusetts income taxes are brutal.  When I worked in CT I always had to pay on my taxes even thought I had cttel take out extra taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My check engine light is still on.  The car has it's millionth appointment at Ken Garff VW tomorrow.  Every time I bring it in there they tell me that the warranty didn't cover all of something and charge me a bunch of money.  Dana VW always told me I had the best warranty you can get and I never had to pay for any of the work there.  So not only does this place keep charging me money, but they never freaking fix anything.  If my mom was here she'd set them straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Motley Crue - Slice Of Your Pie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5278627615820256991?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5278627615820256991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5278627615820256991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5278627615820256991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5278627615820256991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/02/order-me-up-another-slice-of-your-pie.html' title='Order me up another slice of your pie'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7013150585750692741</id><published>2008-02-20T09:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:58:32.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Answer The Phone</title><content type='html'>On Friday I switched from Sprint to Helio for my cellphone service.  Sprint had been charging me about $130/mo for 500 daytime minutes and unlimited texts (with vision plan for my pocketpc).  I was using a ppc-6601 phone which I got the month they came out in November 2004.  At the time it was a pretty darn expensive phone ($600).  Well, a few weeks ago I shatterred the screen on my ppc-6601 and had used up my insurance replacements for the year.  The Helio service is $99/mo for unlimited everything (txt, talk, data, etc..).  The Helio &lt;a href="http://www.helio.com/#devices_ocean"&gt;Ocean&lt;/a&gt; is the phone that I got from &lt;a href="http://www.heliobuy.com/"&gt;www.heliobuy.com&lt;/a&gt; for $150.  I was on a limited budget to buy a new phone and it had an awesome list of features.  It is being compared to the iphone, which I think is a bit far fetched.  I might compare the Ocean to my ppc-6601 and still, it would be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advantages of the Ocean over the iphone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has 3G.  Browsing on the Ocean is super fast as well as downloads.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is a dual slider.  Not only does it have a number pad, but also a full qwerty keyboard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has GPS. The google maps app shows you exactly where you are and you can get directions from your location.  Also uses buddy beacon so your friends can always find you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can install 3rd party apps on it without having to jailbreak it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The phone plan is unlimited (for $99/mo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The phone is cheap ($150)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has a removable battery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Advantages of the iphone over the Ocean:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has Wi-Fi.  Although this is a battery killer, it is pretty handy to get on local networks or for places with no cell signal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has a touchscreen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It has a larger screen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It holds much more stuff (8gb or 16gb)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I could have gotten the iphone with a qwerty keyboard, 3G network, and a $99 unlimited plan then I would have not chosen the Ocean.  Even at the much higher price of $400 - $500 I would have paid the extra cash.  If the Ocean had a larger screen that was a touchscreen, ran the newest version of windows mobile, and could take sdhc cards (instead of only 2gig sd cards) I think it would be the best phone you can get (even if it only had a qwerty slide out keyboard) and I would have paid a lot more money for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to down the Ocean.  For the price it is amazing.  It is built very solid and has an incredible number of cool features.  It was just released in May 2007, so a replacement for it could be a long way off, and especially since the word is that Helio isn't doing so great financially.  Their phone plan still offers more bang for your buck than any of the major carriers, even with this month's crazy price war beginning.  It runs on Sprint, so you still get great coverage everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The title: Mario Piu - Communication (Somebody Answer The Phone)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7013150585750692741?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7013150585750692741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7013150585750692741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7013150585750692741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7013150585750692741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/02/somebody-answer-phone.html' title='Somebody Answer The Phone'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-4211966557122243968</id><published>2008-02-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:18:49.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To confuse the issue I refer to familiar heroes from long ago.</title><content type='html'>Anyone who gets married is a hero of mine.  Sometimes I think maybe you need some kind of superpowers to pull it off.  The falling in love part I think is a bit of chance.  Sure, there's effort that needs to be put in to actually meet the right person, but it could really be anyone.  The real challenge is making it through all the wedding plans, to the wedding, and through the wedding.  I've DJ'd many weddings.  I've catered one wedding.  I've attended many weddings as a guest.  People get so stressed out!  I've heard many of the brides and groom say that they wish the could have just eloped and avoided all the stress of planning a wedding.  All thatmay be true, but it just wouldn't be the same without celebrating with your friends and family.  Last weekend I went to Kim Hales and Mark Ludlow's wedding.  I had a fantastic time there.  I never got to ask them how they enjoyed it, but I am positive that they did.  They looked like some of the happiest people on the planet.  I, of course, have pics coming soon.  Wait till you see the cake "feeding" (smearing hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the New England YSA reunion in Utah.  There was only people there from MA and CT.  That was probably because I only sent the invite out to people from amherst and hartford institutes.  I think there was around 20 people that showed up throughout the day.  There should have been more because there were more that said they were coming.  There will be pics posted, but they don't show how much fun we had.  I think we all finally left around 11pm.  The Phippens are totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 days until Valentine's Day.  I don't have any feelings for it this year.  Some people hate the day and call it a celebration of single day.  Some people get to celebrate it with the person they are dating or married to.  I'm neither bitter, nor dating anyone, so it's just another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shatterred the screen on my phone, which was a ppc-6601 (which probabaly means nothing to most people).  I now need a new phone, badly.  The one I am using only does outgoing calls because it is broken, it doesn't ring.  I have threee phones in mind, but for tow of them I'd have to switch my cell carrier.  If I stay with Sprint I'll go with the HTC Mogul 6800.  If I go with AT&amp;amp;T *shudder* then I will get an iphone, and if I go with Helio I will get an Ocean.  So far, it looks like the Helio Ocean might be what I go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to the gym, mostly every day, since I got back from Florida.  I have lost 0 pounds and gained 0 pounds.  How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina Hatch, Kara Logie, and Kate Vasicek are all engaged.  Congrats on that!  There may be more.  It seems that there are more every week.  If I forgot you I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit more on heroes, and more relating to the title.  I was at my friends Stephanie and Esther's house earlier this week.  Esther and I started playing a question game where we asked questions back and forth.  One of the questions I asked was "What is one of the most memorable moments of your life before this past year?"  She had a really tough time coming up with anything, and then Eli Stone came back on (which is a totally awesome new show).  While she was thinking through the commercial break I had the chance to think of tons of memorable moments in my life, and they all involved personal heroes of mine.  I couldn't list them all right here, but if you read this, there's a pretty good chance that in some way, you're a hero to me.  Thanks.  I could never put into words how greatful I am for all the lives that have touched mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Blues Treveler - Hook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-4211966557122243968?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/4211966557122243968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=4211966557122243968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4211966557122243968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4211966557122243968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-confuse-issue-i-refer-to-familiar.html' title='To confuse the issue I refer to familiar heroes from long ago.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6769501271609910503</id><published>2008-01-28T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:31:14.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We thank thee, o God, for a prophet.</title><content type='html'>Today (or now yesterday) Gordon B Hinckley passed away.  For those of you who don't know who that is, he was the current prophet of the LDS church.  He has been the prophet since March 12, 1995.  He was a pretty amazing dude, and I'm really sad to hear of his passing.  He will join his wife now who passed away in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Esther and Dan broke off their engagement yesterday.  They're still friends though.  Games night was tonight at my house and they were both there, along with many other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen Trevor and Miranda in a loooong time.  I miss them.  I used to see them almost every day!  The lest time I saw them was the day before I left for Florida (Jan 1st).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Katie Black's birthday party.  The cake made it there without any problems.  it weighed about 20 pounds and was rather large.  There will be pictures added tot he photo gallery soon.  Lots of people showed up and we had a blast playing catchphrase and making lots of noise (so much that the people downstairs were banging on the ceiling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: William Fowler - We Thank Thee, O God, for a Prophet (LDS Hymn)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6769501271609910503?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6769501271609910503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6769501271609910503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6769501271609910503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6769501271609910503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-thank-thee-o-god-for-prophet.html' title='We thank thee, o God, for a prophet.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8487669694206228181</id><published>2008-01-26T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:42:10.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten.</title><content type='html'>Sunday is Katie Black's birthday.  I have a giant double layered chocolate cake half done.  When finished it will have a strawberry creamcheese filling, and will be frosted with chocolate fudge.  This is per Katie's request, I'm actually a bigger fan of the creamcheese frosting.  Adam Schetselaar's birthday was on the 21st, my brother's on the 24th, and there are so many other birthdays in January.  It's been a nice reminder that everyone else is getting older too.  A better reminder than the monthly wedding invitations.  Katie's birthday party is Saturday night at her apartment in Parkway Crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope nobody from work reads my blog.  I got a raise at work.  They reconsidered my pay since I was hired at the old pay range and most other people in my training group were hired at considerably more than me.  If a technical lead position opens up at work I really hope to get it.  I love working for NetApp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Toth has created a fantastic recipe database at &lt;a href="http://recipe.queldor.net/"&gt;http://recipe.queldor.net&lt;/a&gt; which is still a work in progress, but for me has been handy to enter a few of my recipes into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been getting a decent amount of snow here in Utah, but I have still only been sledding twice this year.  It's pretty hard to find someone to go with me.  I need to go out and get a snow tube since I gave all mine away when I left MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Monty Python - Always Look on the Bright Side of Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8487669694206228181?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8487669694206228181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8487669694206228181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8487669694206228181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8487669694206228181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-life-seems-jolly-rotten-theres.html' title='If life seems jolly rotten, there&apos;s something you&apos;ve forgotten.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7005731167938134800</id><published>2008-01-18T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T04:06:28.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame</title><content type='html'>This might seem pointless to write about, but I can't get the taste out of my mind.  Yesterday I made an amazing sandwich and I will definitely be making it again.  So since it was so amazing I am going to tell you what was in it.  I marinated some thinly sliced chicken breast pieces in pesto then cooked em in the oven under the broiler.  I made some roasted red peppers in a pan with some olive oil.  Then I added some muenster cheese, field greens, and slapped some garlic mayo on some multigrain bread.  Amazing taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to the gym as close to daily as I can.  I have been "running" on the eliptical machine for at least 30 minutes, and today I did an hour.  I barely sweat if I do at all and when I leave I don't feel like I did much.  I've been running on the cardio setting which says my heart rate should be 152.  To get up to that rate it's only a kind of speedy walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Weird Al Yankovic - Eat It&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7005731167938134800?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7005731167938134800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7005731167938134800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7005731167938134800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7005731167938134800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-if-you-starve-to-death-youll-just.html' title='Now, if you starve to death, you&apos;ll just have yourself to blame'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5840913993628384254</id><published>2008-01-12T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:26:37.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say it's your birthday</title><content type='html'>As of January 11thI am 30 years old.  On Thursday some friends joined me at Texas Roadhouse for a fun meal.  I got to ride the sawhorse, which is always a good time.  The best part of my birthday was Sarah Beynon.  Even though she is 2500 miles away she made me a cake.  She then took the cake to a friend's house and they sang happy birthday to me over the phone.  She lit all the candles and had me blow them out over the phone.  I think she is destined to be one of those extreme romantics. Certainly nothing wrong with that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have a sinus infection.  On the plane ride home I developed a headache of doom.  It has not gone away since then.  I have taken several different over-the-counter painkillers and none of them made any difference at all.  I really hope I don't have to go to the doctor for this.  i just got insurance, but it's $25 to go see a doctor which is a lot of cash for someone to just give you a prescription for pills (that will cost you even more money).  It would be a good excuse to go ask a doctor about getting my leg straightened though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got to Florida last week it was cold (in the 50 to 60 degree range), but it warmed up after a day or two.  the last few days I was there it was in the 80's.  i got to see my Bobi and Pepe and a bunch of aunts, uncles, and cousins.  All of them used to live in Massachusetts so it's weird to me that they all ended up there.  They are from both my mom and dad's side of the family.  The most exciting part of the trip was going to Disney World, which I haven't been to in probably 15 years.  Pictures of the whole trip will be posted in the photo gallery soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: The Beatles - Birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5840913993628384254?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5840913993628384254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5840913993628384254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5840913993628384254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5840913993628384254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/01/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='They say it&apos;s your birthday'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-4225804177905078254</id><published>2008-01-03T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:43:33.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I flew to Florida.  I got to the airport two hours before takeoff and it took so long to get through bag checking and security that I was only sitting waiting to board for 10 minutes.  The flight was good though.  I was sitting next to quiet people.  The guy accross the aisle was holding a conversation up until takeoff by shouting it between someone three rows back.  That was pretty annoying.  It wasn't warm when I got here.  I put my sweater back on when I was waiting in the baggage claim.  This morning it is warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt, but it's still not how Florida should be.  They said it was a lot warmer before I showed up.  I haven't seen all these people in 10 years, and besides the two youngest girls, everyone looks exactly the same.  I know I look different, and everyone says so.  I'm still not sure if that's a good thing.  Some people said if they passed me in the street they wouldn't have recognized me.  We're going to Disney World later in the week, which I am pretty excited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: John Denver - Leaving on a Jet Plane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-4225804177905078254?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/4225804177905078254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=4225804177905078254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4225804177905078254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4225804177905078254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-2105126342280293173</id><published>2007-12-30T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:44:43.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words</title><content type='html'>I was just watching a mildly inappropriate movie called Four Eyed Monsters.  It starts off explaining that the four eyed monsters are couples.  The narrator, whos is also one of the main characters, explains how he is envious of these monsters and details their characteristics.  I think a lot of the movie could have been left out.  A lot of it though said important things.  I wish I had a video camera.  I had one at one point, but it wasn't digital, and it seems to have dissappeared in the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second day at the gym.  I loaded up my ipod with Doboy and was on the eliptical thing for 50 minutes.  I really didn't feel like I accomplished anything.  I coulda kept on going for hours but Katie came over and said she had to leave.  She said I should try playing with the settings to make it harder.  I had my eyes closed almost the entire time and it was much more pleasant than last time.  My ipod battery normally dies after 15 minutes, but it lasted the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my old boss Jeff today.  I wish I had had more time to chat.  Sounds like things in the town of Agawam are going well.  New fish, new mayor, new hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat around today all by myself after the gym.  There's really nobody around right now.  I went through my phone book looking for local people that aren't visiting New England right now and all the ones that aren't were busy.  I need to make some new friends.  Maybe there's some people outside the ward the are friendlier (because the ones in the ward don't seem to be).  Tomorrow I am going to Elder Ryan Johnson's homecoming.  It'll be awesome to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Jason Mraz - You and I Both&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-2105126342280293173?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/2105126342280293173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=2105126342280293173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2105126342280293173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2105126342280293173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/over-numbers-unencumbered-numbered.html' title='Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7583330871659362963</id><published>2007-12-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T06:44:28.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Need</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days I have been on and off super sick.  Fever, nausea, hallucinating.  yeah, I should have gone to the hospital I'm pretty sure, but I don't have insurance yet.  Mitt Romney needs to take over the country and get the whole USA some affordable insurance.  the other thing I needed, some Tylenol.  I was so sick I couldn't even get out of bed for some long stretches of the past few days.  When I started feeling better I figured it was over and didn't go out and buy any.  Now I'm at work, sick again, and I wish I had tylenol to at least kill this fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Gym tonight for the first time ever.  Why aren't gyms filled with chubby out of shape people?  It wasn't a terrible experience, in fact it was really nifty to try out some of the bajillion weight machines.  The aerobic machines don't seem like they are means for someone with knee problems, or that have one leg a little shorter than the other.  I think the gym would be most enjoyable blindfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Florida in less than a week.  I better be feeling better by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going along with the new gym membership will be a diet.  Katie, Lacey, and I will be starting a diet on the first (the day before I leave) and we'll be helping each other out.  My job is to make people eat healthy, Katie's is to get me to the gym, and as far as I can tell Lacey's job is to motivate us to be anywhere even remotely as skinny as she is.  I haven't figured out why she thinks she needs to lose any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to be at a loss for plans for my birthday.  I plan my own birthday party every year and I'm not looking forward to turning 30, so I'll just let it pass I guess.  There will be many other people's birthdays that I will have time to plan throughout the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: INXS - What You Need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7583330871659362963?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7583330871659362963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7583330871659362963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7583330871659362963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7583330871659362963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-you-need.html' title='What You Need'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-2611164467819469412</id><published>2007-12-26T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:58:49.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're just human, amusing and confusing</title><content type='html'>As Christmas got closer I feared that I'd be spending it alone sitting at my house here in Utah. My friend Lacey saved me, and I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams that she'd invite me to her house for Christmas. All the action there happens on Christmas Eve. They make little sacks of treats and toys for everyone that comes. Different people bring different soups. There's a Toy Soldier parade with instruments. The Twelve Days of Christmas song with giant posters and each person with their poster singing that part. They sing songs with everyone there singing a couple different words. There's a talent show! It was soooo awesome of a time, I can't even explain. Everyone there was super nice, and lots of fun. I wish I Lacey sang more, she has such an incredible voice. After most of the people left they started playing pinochle which is also a tradition. I couldn't figure it out. They even gave me a cheat sheet, but it didn't help. Maybe because I hadn't slept in forever, I'm not sure, maybe next time a pinochle game breaks out I'll try to get it again. I went to bed at 10:30 and didn't wake up until around 7:30. I slept in the most comfy bed ever. It was like sleeping on a giant pillow. Christmas morning we emptied out stockings and openned presents. Santa still found me, even though I was so far from home! The rest of the day was a lazy relaxing day. I helped make cheeseburger soup for dinner and then headed home so I could make it to work.   I think the best parts of the two days were hanging out with Lacey and singing with all the little kids.  The large amount of little kids was really terrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home I had a killer migraine and called into work and went to sleep.  Today I am feeling much better. I have presents too! My brother got me a gift card to Snowbird and my parents got me a surround sound system. I'm going to have to really learn to ski with this bent leg. I'm going to have to find something to hook this surround sound system up too as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week till I leave for Florida!! Two weeks and two days till my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Jack Johnson - Never Know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-2611164467819469412?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/2611164467819469412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=2611164467819469412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2611164467819469412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2611164467819469412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/were-just-human-amusing-and-confusing.html' title='We&apos;re just human, amusing and confusing'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7888312715071900879</id><published>2007-12-20T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:55:37.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Rains in Southern California</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was in California!  It was my first time there, and it was pretty uneventful.  I was only there a few hours, and it was dark by the time I got to Long Beach.  It was also raining.  I was there to pick up Sarah Vasicek.  She said she's been there 5 months and it has only rained 5 times, and that was one of them.  I got to see the pacific ocean, and although it was in the dark, it was still cool.  In fact, accross the bay there were cool building lit up that Sarah said were ugly during the day.  I didn't get any pictures because I didn't want to take my camera out in the rain.  Oh, I went down a one way street in the wrong direction when we were leaving and the cops chased me back in the other direction.  I went to a Jack in the Box which I had never been to and got a chocolate shake.  It wasn't very good.  It snowed decenly hard for the last 300 miles of the trip, up until two towns south of Orem.  Why can't it snow here?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at work I was kinda grumpy because I was tired and hungry.  I started a diet, and I hate being hungry.  Diets are supposed to be permanent, not just a temporary thing to lose weight.  That's why I like weight watchers.  I could live on that diet.  Still, I had an egg and cheese omelette as soon as I got home from work.  I gotta get used to eating less, and not eating junk very often.  I've done it before, I can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days till Christmas.  Starting to feel pretty crummy about not having anything to give anyone.  I can't even regift stuff that I moved here cause lots of it is broken.  Stupid movers, broke all my stuff and took all my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sun today, so far at least, and I'm pretty happy about that.  It looks like it will precipitate, which usually means a low pressure front, which means better sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Albert Hammond - It Never Rains in Southern California&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7888312715071900879?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7888312715071900879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7888312715071900879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7888312715071900879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7888312715071900879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-never-rains-in-southern-california.html' title='It Never Rains in Southern California'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5944718365185334481</id><published>2007-12-17T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T03:14:19.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, glorious food</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been gaining a bit of weight. Over the past few weeks I have made dozens and dozens of cookies and brownies, not to mention some impressively unhealthy meals. Yesterday I was planning on starting a diet, but was reminded of the familiar "The diet starts tomorrow" when I was invited to a birthday party at which was served a full-blown Thanksgiving dinner. The food was absolutely amazing. The birthday party was for my friend Nicole and the dinner was cooked by Lacie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I looked on Craigslist and there are people offerring to transfer their Gold's Gym memberships for free (so you skip the signup fees) and you just continue to pay the monthly fee. I should be getting one tomorrow. I had to find a Gym that was decently priced and that was open 24 hours so that I can go there on my days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for something to do for Christmas. So far it looks like I might be sitting at home by myself in an empty house eating leftovers or something. Everyone is going home for Christmas, which I kind of wish I was, especially with the 2 feet of snow in Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to California has changed to Tuesday the 18th.  I should get to Long Beach around 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Oliver! - Food, Glorious Food&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5944718365185334481?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5944718365185334481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5944718365185334481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5944718365185334481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5944718365185334481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food, glorious food'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-2928992193612871053</id><published>2007-12-16T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:59:28.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to save a life.</title><content type='html'>Here at work we have many interesting conversations.  Right now there is a discussion going on about abortion.  More specifically, whether it should be legal or not.  It started between someone here who is a member of the church and someone who used to be a member.  Interestingly the person who is no longer a member seems to know his stuff much better and has doctrine to back up everything he says.  I know a few people who have had abortions.  I do not think that people should have them.  I think that there are better options.  I talked to one of the people I know that had an abortion once and she said that the guilt of it has never left her.  I would imagine that is a common thing.  How could you not think back on what could have been if you had made other choices (no matter what the choice)?  Aren't you glad your mom chose life?  So then why would I think abortion should be legal?  There are people that would go through with abortion anyways.  At least now when someone goes in for abortion they are given the other choices.  Many chose those other choices.  There isn't enough saturation in the education of what the choices are to make it illegal.  Imagine a 15 or 16 year old girl who discovers she is pregnant.  She fears that having this baby will burden her financially for the rest of her life.  If abortion is legal then she will go somewhere and be educated on adoption.  If abortion were illegal then that would never happen.  She may have a friend try and punch her in the stomach a bunch of times, or use a coat-hanger.  This girl would then be endangering herself due to lack of knowledge of her options.  The results could be still having a baby, but that is badly disfigured or handicapped, or she could even end up dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In 1973, the First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints released the following statement regarding abortion, which is still applicable today:&lt;br /&gt;"The Church opposes abortion and counsels its members not to submit to or perform an abortion except in the rare cases where, in the opinion of competent medical counsel, the life or good health of the mother is seriously endangered or where the pregnancy was caused by rape and produces serious emotional trauma in the mother. Even then it should be done only after counseling with the local presiding priesthood authority and after receiving divine confirmation through prayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: The Fray - How to Save a Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-2928992193612871053?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/2928992193612871053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=2928992193612871053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2928992193612871053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2928992193612871053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-to-save-life.html' title='How to save a life.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-1085051471574817434</id><published>2007-12-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:22:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to hug you</title><content type='html'>To all the people out there that I haven't hugged in a while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/far_away.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title: John Lee Hooker - I Want to Hug You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-1085051471574817434?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/1085051471574817434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=1085051471574817434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1085051471574817434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/1085051471574817434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-to-hug-you.html' title='I want to hug you'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-4155340541150222414</id><published>2007-12-11T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:05:49.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't belong here.</title><content type='html'>I went to my ward Christmas party last night and I felt really out of place.  The majority of the people in my ward aren't all that friendly, or at least not to new people, and I classify myself in that category even though I've been here for months.  Someone had mentioned something like this in the Amherst ward back home.  So far it seems that people only do stuff in the ward that applies to their calling, and they don't ask for anyone to help who doesn't have a calling for it.  I've never seen the activities committee ask for help.  If people aren't on the fellowshipping committee then they don't talk to new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I do feel like Utah is the right place to be, without a doubt, i just don't want to do anything that has to do with my ward.  The few times I tried to go to FHE at Jake's nobody answered the door.  Not to mention that there is no spiritual content to FHE here, and it doesn't feel like a family like it did back in MA.  Ward prayer, appropriately nicknamed ward stare, is kinda odd.  Church itself is ok, but when the only people that talk to you are your roommates, the fellowshipping committee, and the elder's quorum presidents it's not really enjyable to be there.  When I try to talk to people they run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Esther has been avoiding me for a while now.  I'm not sure why, but I'm sure it's a good reason.  She leaves when I am here.  When I text her she rarely answers, and if she does she usually just tells me to go cook something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be at a Bishopric meeting in 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Radiohead - Creep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-4155340541150222414?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/4155340541150222414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=4155340541150222414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4155340541150222414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/4155340541150222414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-belong-here.html' title='I don&apos;t belong here.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-2488335789180312726</id><published>2007-12-09T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:46:23.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish everyone was loved tonight, and somehow stop this endless fight.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's happenning where you are, but here, the world is falling apart.  I'm not even talking about mine, but people's worlds, their whole lives, just all of a sudden imploding.  I can't save them all, in fact, it seems I can't save any of them.  So, if you see something going wrong, stop it before it does.  If you see something nice you can do, then do it before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I slept.  I didn't even want to get out of bed.  I love snow sooo much, but it wasn't worth facing the day today.  I finally got out of bed around 8pm and just about the entire day was wasted.  Tomorrow won't be a waste.  I can't wait to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything from anyone this year for Christmas.  If you had planned on getting me something give it to someone else, cause I'm doing fine, and there's definitely other people that could use it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Goo Goo Dolls - Better Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-2488335789180312726?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/2488335789180312726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=2488335789180312726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2488335789180312726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2488335789180312726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wish-everyone-was-loved-tonight-and.html' title='I wish everyone was loved tonight, and somehow stop this endless fight.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7500277958202091907</id><published>2007-12-08T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T06:49:20.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lights go out and I can't be saved</title><content type='html'>I find myself in a neverending spot of misplaced emotion.  Loving the pain and ungrateful for the pleasure.  Maybe I really haven't grown up.  Maybe I'm stuck at 18.  I never wanted to get any older.  When I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0283084/"&gt;Tuck Everlasting&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to be "stuck" with them.  It's an imperfection in my thinking that causes a lot of trouble.  I am appreciative of all the kindness that has ever been given to me, especially the stuff that without any personal motive.  For my shortsightedness in this lack of acknowledgment I submit my apology.  An apology that in any form is inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that there are those that have surpassed me in their capability to act like an adult when they are so much closer to the beginning of being an adult than I am.  I guess when you act like an adult, you become one, so in that case they are leading by a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Coldplay - Clocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7500277958202091907?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7500277958202091907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7500277958202091907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7500277958202091907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7500277958202091907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/lights-go-out-and-i-cant-be-saved.html' title='The lights go out and I can&apos;t be saved'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-2610842210357164035</id><published>2007-12-07T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T06:46:25.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy thoughts have quick wings</title><content type='html'>A friend called me today for help, so on the 22nd I am driving to California.  I know that sounds crazy, but I've never been to California and they need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at work has been absolutely insane busy.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Jem - Save Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-2610842210357164035?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/2610842210357164035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=2610842210357164035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2610842210357164035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2610842210357164035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/crazy-thoughts-have-quick-wings.html' title='Crazy thoughts have quick wings'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-955398244076782929</id><published>2007-12-05T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:33:59.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Angels Sing</title><content type='html'>Music lately is everywhere.  It's Christmas, so why wouldn't it be?  I think it adds a bit of happiness to the world.  I was talking to someone at work last night about how Christmas music is different from any other music, and how I wish they played it year round.  He said it has something happy about it, something celebratory in mood that normal music does not have.  He's not a member of the church, which I thought was interesting to note considering the comment.  Although probably not meant in this way, I agree with the comment.  I think that many Christmas songs celebrate the birth of Christ.  It doesn't end there though.  Christmas songs are a celebration of happiness, life, and charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the church that I belong to we believe that when you are married you are not just married until death do you part.  You are married for all of time and eternity.  Maybe that plays a part in why I am still single, I'm not completely sure.  I never thought of myself as picky, BUT I do know that I want to be sure that the person I marry is someone that I will love spending the rest of my life, and afterlife with.  Some people should lean a little more in that direction I think.  I believe that in this point in my life that if I dated someone for 6 months I would be fairly certain at that point whether I could, or would, spend the rest of my life with that person.  I see people who break up and get back together over and over again and it blows my mind when they make the decision to get married.  I fear.  I fear with great intensity getting married some day and having it all fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent an email to my manager and supervisors a few says ago that I thought might ruffle some feathers.  Amazingly it was well received.  There are a lot of unhappy people at my job.  Our computers are extremely locked down, to the point where doing our job is impeded by the security limitations we have had put on us.  They had promised us shift differential when we were hired, but we have yet to see that.  We do not get paid for holidays until we have worked there for 6 months.  Medical benefits cannot start until at the very earliest the first day of the 4th month of employment.  I know at least one person who plans on leaving soon no matter what the changes.  Every person we lose makes our job harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made cookies tonight.  Yet again stuck at home on my night off with absolutely nothing to do at 4 in the morning.  I've had a bit of a writer's block as of late, so I just figured if I sat down in front of the computer maybe the words would come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing girl dragged me to the barber shop this week to get my hair cut.  A girl who has no interest in me at all.  A girl that although quite incredible appears to have low self esteem, and yet, not so low that she would have any attraction to me.  I marvel at the depth of my inadequacies daily.  Miranda has committed me to think only positive things of myself, but I must admit, it's one of the hardest assignments I have ever had.  I think there may be others who understand this.  Maybe there is someone who likes me that I have no interest in.  To those ladies I offer my apology.  The haircut has earned me many compliments.  Whether hollow or sincere I know not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Social Distortion - When the Angles Sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-955398244076782929?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/955398244076782929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=955398244076782929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/955398244076782929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/955398244076782929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-angels-sing.html' title='When the Angels Sing'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7723168637128674102</id><published>2007-11-29T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:36:46.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sea is just a wetter version of the sky.</title><content type='html'>I am patiently waiting for some precipitation in the frozen form. The mountains have snow. I am pretty excited to go sledding here. people keep telling me that there are awesome places to go sledding here, and I see how that's possible with how big the hills are here and how open the terrain is. All i have is Christmas music and cold weather so far to tell me it's winter. We need snow and ice. There's no smell of fireplaces burning here. The stucco of the buildings here is unfriendly. Somehow I find the wooden faces on building of new england more friendly, even if they are now vinyl siding, it still looks like wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I whipped up some rice casserole which my mom used to make when I was a kid. it's nothing special - just rice, tomato paste, onions, hamburger, and cheese. The taste is pretty good, but what's better is the nostalgia. It brings back some great memories. Geoff and Kim came over to play some settlers. Kim beat us soundly while hitting on Geoff ad nauseam. Ok, not really that much, but it did make me think back to when I lived with Geoff and the girls would come over to eat my food and gawk at Geoff. For as long as I've been dating I can remember being told many times "Greg, you're the kind of guy you marry, not the kind you date." I never knew that that meant, but maybe I do now. If it's true I'm ok with it. Some day someone awesome will switch from dating mode to marriage mode and I might be in the right place at the right time to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Regina Spektor - Folding Chair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7723168637128674102?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7723168637128674102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7723168637128674102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7723168637128674102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7723168637128674102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/sea-is-just-wetter-version-of-sky.html' title='The sea is just a wetter version of the sky.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5533267637555747186</id><published>2007-11-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:38:50.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times, bad times, you know I've had my share.</title><content type='html'>Kim stopped by last night while I was making some blueberry pie. The pie tastes great but it's the most liquidy pie I've ever made. I didn't dry the blueberries before putting them in the pie. Bad idea. Kim tried the dough for the pie crust raw and didn't like it. I told her that it was because there was no sugar in it. So, I took the leftover pie crust, rolled it in sugar and rolled it out as I rolled sugar into it. Then I threw it on a pizza stone and baked it up at the same time as the pie. It was fantastic. I will be making that again for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slow leak in my tire and nobody seems to have time to help me fix it. I can't even get it into VW cause they are too busy. I stopped by a tire place yesterday and after standing in the lobby waiting for someone to help me for 10 minutes I left. The VW dealership promised me that if I stop in today they will squeeze me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is coming back over tonight and we are going to play games, or cook something, or both - who knows. Miranda has committed me to only thinking positive thoughts, so I attribute this awesomeness in part to her. I haven't seen Miranda and Trevor since... maybe Friday? Going to have to fix that soon. I want to know how Trevor's new job is going that he started this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWE is coming! Yes, the All-New-England Winter Extravaganza is back again. This year it will be in Exeter New Hampshire. Trevor Smith is completely redesigning the website (because he's awesome) so look for that soon at &lt;a href="http://awe.lds-institute.org/"&gt;awe.lds-institute.org&lt;/a&gt;. Right now you can see the info from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my webcam out of the boxes of doom and have started video chatting on AIM, so if you're up for that some time let me know, even if it's just video from my end. I have all kinds of computer projects going on over here. I am working on setting up a windows server, although I am not sure what flavor of windows it will be running. I am working on setting up a VMware server to run my PBX on a virtual machine. Just all kinds of good stuff. You might notice that musicgreg.com points to Nuke now. I don't know if the page will ever be put up again, but I'm working on it. The server got here, but it looks pretty beat up. I am not sure if it boots yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may send out Christmas cards this year. Yeah, that sounds kind of crazy, but why not. That's still just an idea, don't plan on it going into action for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Led Zeppelin - Good Times Bad Times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5533267637555747186?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5533267637555747186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5533267637555747186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5533267637555747186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5533267637555747186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-times-bad-times-you-know-ive-had.html' title='Good times, bad times, you know I&apos;ve had my share.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6430735623514970455</id><published>2007-11-26T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:39:37.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Hurts</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's just the time of year, but I have seen a lot of down people over the past week. It brings me down a bit to see others unhappy, especially if there's nothing I can do about it. I made chicken soup tonight and I'm hoping to cheer some people up with it. If you need some chicken soup you should come get some... I made a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stuff showed up in a moving truck today. I used &lt;a href="http://www.budgetvanlines.com/"&gt;Budget Van Lines&lt;/a&gt;. DO NOT even consider using them. Not only did they say there was much more cubic footage of stuff than there was they also beat the snot out of my stuff. I have opened four boxes and every one of them has something broken in it. This stuff was pretty well packed in there. One of my friends was outside watching them unload the truck and said they were really slamming the stuff around. I'm a bit ticked off that it cost me about $2000 to move the stuff here and so much of it didn't even get here in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/pages/10352.html"&gt;Kim Posner&lt;/a&gt; stopped by tonight with my favorite hot chocolate from Starbucks. She really rocks. During this past week she was in CT for Thanksgiving with her family. That woulda been pretty awesome! Her brother Dan is fantastic too. He's the one I got my playdough and the restoration lesson from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: R.E.M. - Everybody Hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6430735623514970455?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6430735623514970455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6430735623514970455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6430735623514970455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6430735623514970455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody Hurts'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-644241804610681691</id><published>2007-11-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:42:21.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year.</title><content type='html'>Just a few days ago was Thanksgiving and I spent mine in Richfield Utah. I was at the home of my friend Miranda's family along with her husband Trevor. I spend a whole lot of time with them and they are like family to me here. In fact, they're the closest thing I have here to family. I would not be as happy as I am now, and maybe not even be in Utah right now if it weren't for them. They took me in from the day I got here, which was pretty incredible. Before I came to Utah I knew them, and I had hung out in groups of people with them, but we weren't close or anything. This Thanksgiving I just want to say i am thankful for Miranda and Trevor Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving in Richfield was different from my usual Thanksgiving, and I thinkt hat was a good thing. If it had been anything like Thanksgiving in MA I would have thought about what I was missing a lot. I enjoyed every minute of it though, from helping to take china out of the cabinet, to cutting down Christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't agree too much with the title of this post. This time of the year is pretty depressing. I can never get my mind off of all the people who are less fortunate than me. When I was a kid my parent's brought me to NYC during Christmas time. It was beautiful, and exciting. There was the giant tree, giant Christmas decorations, Christmas music, toy stores, and so much more. Unfortunately that was not what I remember about it. The thing I remember most was all of the homeless people. They were sleeping on vents, on corners, begging for money. New York City's last mayor did a lot to remove them from view. I don't know where they all went, but somehow I doubt he got them all jobs and places to live. So many people every year do not have a giant dinner for Thanksgiving and/or Christmas. They don't have a Christmas tree, they don't sit around the fire with hot cocoa, the don't have money for presents, they don't have family to spend the holidays with, and many don't even have a place to call home. How lucky am I? How lucky are you?! If you're reading this then it is probably on a computer, which they don't have either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Christmas in name at least should be all about Christ. I don't like the commercialization of the holiday at all, BUT I know that not everyone is Christian. I think that no matter what your religion is you should be able to think of Christmas as a holiday about love. Everyone can celebrate that. Love for your family, neighbors, friends, and even people you don't know. Although charity is the pure love of Christ, you do not have to believe in him to help out those in need. Yes, there are always those who work the system, or those who are where they are by choice, but there are a lot of people who cannot help where they are. I encourage everyone this year to let everyone celebrate the holiday how they want, whether it be Christian, Jewish, or any other religion, or none at all. Love someone, because the world needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: Andy Williams - It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-644241804610681691?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/644241804610681691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=644241804610681691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/644241804610681691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/644241804610681691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7968459204380248803</id><published>2007-11-20T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T04:43:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This freeze-frame moment can't be wrong</title><content type='html'>There's a lot of things that I enjoy doing that I wish I was better at. One of those things is taking pictures. Since I got a digital camera several years ago I have taken a lot of pictures. Prior to owning a digital camera I had a film camera, and there's a box somewhere with a boatload of pictures in it. I never looked at them again after they were put in that box. My digital pictures on the other hand DO get looked at. I have the 10,000+ attempts to better myself at photography in a &lt;a href="http://nuclearcrayon.net/~greg/gallery/index_683.html"&gt;web photo gallery&lt;/a&gt;. I'm about 2 weeks behind right now at getting pictures up there, but if you're interested in taking a look, it will probably take you that long to sift through the 10,267 pictures. There might be a few less since I have had a handful of requests to pull pictures that I actually agreed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like a new camera. Not one to replace my canon SD800, but to use for different circumstances. I carry my camera with me almost all the time. It comes in really handy to be able to just snap pictures whenever I need to, but the SD800 has a few shortcomings that a digital SLR does not. For example, a &lt;a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&amp;amp;fcategoryid=139&amp;amp;modelid=15653#ModelFeaturesAct"&gt;canon 40D&lt;/a&gt;. Little point and shoot cameras have shutter lag, they can only record images in jpg format, and you are limited to the lens that is built into the camera. A digital SLR doesn't have the shutter lag, they can record in several formats, including RAW, and you can buy many difference lenses for them. There's a lot more differences, but for now those are what I want. If a little point and shoot had those qualities I'd definitely be interested. Probably asking a bit much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for either an online photo gallery site, or some server-side software that does some specific things. Tagging - I love how you can tag pictures on facebook. I would love if you could tag people in all of your photos on a gallery site and link them all to one thing. Labelling - it would also be excellent if you could have hidden labels for every picture that named the contents of the picture. Along with that the ability to put where the photo was taken, time of day, and even camera settings (if they could be pulled right from the jpg info that'd be even better). Captioning - as long as you are logged in there should be some very easy way to type in and save captions for photos. It'd also have to be fast, easy to upload photos, easy to customize, have the ability to turn on and off saving of photos (and right click), and I'd love if it automatically made the thumbnails. Yet again, too much to ask? Probably. If you know of anything, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title: J Geils Band - Freeze Frame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7968459204380248803?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7968459204380248803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7968459204380248803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7968459204380248803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7968459204380248803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-freeze-frame-moment-cant-be-wrong.html' title='This freeze-frame moment can&apos;t be wrong'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8107094064286564148</id><published>2007-11-19T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:49:32.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it's like</title><content type='html'>People ask me how I like Utah a lot.  In fact, it's the first thing out of their mouth usually.  So here it is.  I like Utah, nah, I love Utah.  I miss the trees of Massachusetts.   I miss the smells, the mass pike, Costco, the diversity of restaurants, the diversity of people, my family, and the handful of friends that are still there.  Things I love about Utah (in no particular order): Lots of friends here, my job, mountains, low cost rent, everything is close, the grid system, and all the Mormons.  There's more, but I can't think of them right now, and it gives you a good idea anyways.  The sun here is like laserbeams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some down days this week.  I have no idea why.  I really do love it here, and things are just going terrific, but there were many times this week that I was feeling super down.  As of right now I feel terrific.  I hope it stays that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8107094064286564148?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8107094064286564148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8107094064286564148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8107094064286564148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8107094064286564148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-its-like.html' title='What it&apos;s like'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5497354362505013208</id><published>2007-11-18T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:51:27.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're young at heart.</title><content type='html'>I have debated with myself over whether I should mention my dating here. I'm going to go ahead and do it since there are people at the town hall in Agawam reading this and they always ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to preface the beginning of mentioning dates by giving you a little insight into how dating works here in Utah. This isn't a solid rule or anything, but it's definitely different than dating was in Massachusetts, or at least before I joined the church. This is in part because this is how the prophets have told us it should be. Anyways, here it is... Dating here has no commitment. You can go out with a different girl (or guy) every night of the week and it's accepted. Not that people don't get jealous, but we are counselled to go on dates and not to have the idea that any more are required with that person. Previous to joining the church, in Massachusetts, it was harder. If you went on a date with someone you were then locked down to that person, until you broke up. it made it pretty hard to ask someone out on a date because then you were then committed to that one person! Not that I have commitment issues, that's not what my point is. The point is that you can see it this way... Until you kiss someone, you are free to date others. I think that's a great rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I went on a date with a girl who was 18 years old. I had a fantastic time, in fact, it was one of the most fun dates I have been on in a while. I seem to have developed a reputation for dating girls that are quite a bit younger than me, and I'm not going to deny it. The fun girls either turn to unfun girls as they get older, or they get married. Of course, that isn't ALWAYS the case, but I can tell you that girls that are closer to 18 than 30 that I have dated (in general) have a few more positive points. First of all, they aren't judging on a first date whether you are the person they are going to marry. They just have fun! Second, they're usually up for something a little more exciting. Dinner and a movie are great and all, but I'm a pretty big fan of doing something a bit more active, combined with something that gives you time to talk. Third, dating is more of a priority than other things. Yes, school is important, as is your callings, and work, and whatever else you do. You've got to make time to go on a date though! If I ask you to go on a date and you say you are busy all this week and not sure if next week will be very open, BUT you assure me that you really do want to go on a date with me, then you have a problem. I could list a few other things, but those are my main points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5497354362505013208?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5497354362505013208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5497354362505013208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5497354362505013208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5497354362505013208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-youre-young-at-heart.html' title='When you&apos;re young at heart.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-8814287038876295140</id><published>2007-11-17T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:09:54.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for words.</title><content type='html'>This week, it seems, I will be going out to buy some deadbolts.  One for my room, and one for my food closet in the kitchen.  Cooking for people and sharing is one thing, having my stuff dissappear from my room and from my food closet is entirely another.  This is war.  I just don't have the money to support a whole house of people!  They take my toilet paper, bread, eggs, heck - anything that isn't nailed down!  If they asked I'd probably give them what they want, but what the heck!  Why, oh WHY must they steal it and have me find it isn't there when I need it?!?!  My next purchase after deadbolts will be a fridge, with a padlock on it.  I cannot fathom just stealing from someone you live with DAILY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-8814287038876295140?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/8814287038876295140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=8814287038876295140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8814287038876295140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/8814287038876295140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-for-words.html' title='Lost for words.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-2151181021176738532</id><published>2007-11-16T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:25:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown paper, white paper, stick it together with the tape.</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't heard of &lt;a href="http://www.conchords.co.nz/"&gt;Flight of the Conchords&lt;/a&gt; I'd like to suggest that you check them out.  There are many videos of them on youtube, but honestly I like the music that goes with the video better than the video.  For those of you in the Massachusetts/Connecticut area who still listen to the radio I have great news!  &lt;a href="http://www.1041music.com/pages/construction.html#"&gt;Radio 104 is back&lt;/a&gt;!  It figures that my favorite radio station would return after I moved out of the area.  For those of you not in the area though, don't despair!  If you hit their site you can stream it over the web.  &lt;a href="http://byui.facebook.com/profile.php?id=854075014&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Rebecca Bezzant&lt;/a&gt; turned me on to &lt;a href="http://www.andrewbird.net/"&gt;Andrew Bird&lt;/a&gt; and his song Fiery Crash has been added to my daily playlist.  It seems it is too much to ask to put some lyrics for his songs on that lovely page.  Don't bother googleing them, no two sites have the same lyrics, but trust me, it's worth a listen, even if the only word you can decipher is apropos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-2151181021176738532?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/2151181021176738532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=2151181021176738532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2151181021176738532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/2151181021176738532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/brown-paper-white-paper-stick-it.html' title='Brown paper, white paper, stick it together with the tape.'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-5975826350598300216</id><published>2007-11-16T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:01:52.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>Every year my parent's ask me for a Christmas list.  It's a lot harder to come up with a list of things to ask of other people to give you than it should be.  I've started an amazon wishlist, which I am not going to link to because it's too expensive.  I'm going to have to come up with some way to make a list and link sites with the stuff I'd like for cheaper.  Thanksgiving is next week.  Just cannot believe that.  It seems only yesterday that I was freaking out over the holiday season, and now, it's back again already.  One great thing about Thanksgiving - Black Friday!  I love going to the store in slippers and pajamas to watch the people dashing about.  The emotions of stress and dissatisfaction clearly displayed on their faces as they miss out on deals and scurry from store to store trying to get in on the deals.  if you want good deals you just have to watch the deal sites.  Here's a few: &lt;a href="http://www.fatwallet.com/"&gt;fatwallet.com&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://dodtracker.com/deals/"&gt;dodtracker.com&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://slickdeals.net/"&gt;slickdeals.net&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://spoofee.com/"&gt;spoofee.com&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://bensbargains.net/"&gt;bensbargains.net&lt;/a&gt; .  There's lots of others out there, but those are my favorites.  If you know of any others that are a must-see please let me know!  One of the things I love about Black Friday is that it's the first day of the year it is acceptable to play nothing but Christmas music.  Thanksgiving and Christmas depress the heck out of me, but I looove Christmas music.  I usually stream my own off my server, but this year I might have to just go with &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;pandora&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-5975826350598300216?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/5975826350598300216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=5975826350598300216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5975826350598300216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/5975826350598300216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-775528566770770646</id><published>2007-11-14T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:28:24.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hints, Allegations, and Things Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>Men might be dumb and blind when it comes to knowing if a girl likes them (and when finding things in the refrigerator) but I think there are some unmistakable signs that a girl is not interested in you.  If the lady of interest makes suggestions of girls you should date, I'd say she's not interested.  Maybe it's just me, but if I liked a girl I would not suggest guys for her to date (other than me) at least I can't think of a reason why I would.  If the female in question is cuddled up to some guy she has only just met, and not you, there's a good chance she's not interested in you.  Even if she's already agreed to go on a date with you, if she would prefer to cuddle with a complete stranger wouldn't you think that she just agreed to a date out of pity for you or something?  If the cutie you are desiring cannot fit you into her schedule over a two week period she's probably not interested.  Unless she's going out of town or is being locked away in a room somewhere for two weeks I can't see why someone couldn't at least find one hour to spend some time with you if they WANT to get to know you.  If the lass in question verbally abuses the heck out of you no matter how nice you are you might want to look elsewhere.  Obvious?  Maybe not as much as you'd think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guys aren't good at picking up hints, AT ALL.  In case you ladies didn't notice, a whole lot of guys would rather you just clubbed them over the head and told them what you are thinking than hint at stuff.  Even then, sometimes guys don't get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the &lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/female"&gt;thesaurus&lt;/a&gt; entries for female and girl are good for a chuckle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-775528566770770646?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/775528566770770646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=775528566770770646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/775528566770770646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/775528566770770646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/hints-allegations-and-things-left.html' title='Hints, Allegations, and Things Left Unsaid'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-6152942760478748511</id><published>2007-11-14T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T06:09:34.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money (That's What I Want)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a moving company picked up my stuff from my parent's house.  The original estimate was $900, but now it's looking like $1635.  I have no idea where I am going to come up with an extra $700 in a week.  I am definitely going to measure it when it gets here though cause there's no way that my dad could have measured the stuff at half the size they say it is.  Monetarily things were going well till this point.  I am still waiting for a re-evaluation of my pay at work because I was hired at the bottom of the pay scale (when they told me I was being hired at the TOP).  It seems Convergys is known among their employees for shady money dealings when it comes to pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-6152942760478748511?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/6152942760478748511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=6152942760478748511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6152942760478748511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/6152942760478748511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/money-thats-what-i-want.html' title='Money (That&apos;s What I Want)'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-3614034622990353384</id><published>2007-11-13T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:30:48.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the world is Greg Weld?</title><content type='html'>Maybe someone I haven't talked to in a long time will stumble upon this and wonder what I have been up to. Maybe someone I haven't talked to in 3 months will find me on here. Either way, there's a good chance it's different from the last time we were in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what AM I up to?&lt;br /&gt;I am currently living in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;time=&amp;amp;date=&amp;amp;ttype=&amp;amp;q=121+W+1400+S,+Orem,+UT&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=47.080837,81.738281&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=40.272028,-111.697826&amp;amp;spn=0.002787,0.004989&amp;amp;t=k&amp;amp;z=18&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;Orem, UT.&lt;/a&gt; I moved here in August. You're probably wondering how I got here, and sometimes I do too. The first part of that explanation is that I am a &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/"&gt;Mormon&lt;/a&gt;, I am LDS, I am a member of &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/portal/site/LDSOrg"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints&lt;/a&gt;. I know that you are wondering what that has to do with anything. Just under 5 years ago I joined the church and since then it has influenced the direction that my life has taken. As a member of the church, one of the things we can take advantage of is getting a &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/patriarchal-blessing"&gt;Patriarchal Blessing&lt;/a&gt;. This is given by someone that you very often don't know, or don't know very well. There is one designated person for a certain geographical area that gives these. When i got my blessing I was pretty blown away how dead on it was in describing the person that I am. Almost everyone I have asked about theirs says the same thing. In part of this blessing, which to members of the church is often thought of as person scripture, it is said that I will live in an area where the church is very strong and that is centrally located among educational facilities ...or something close to that. Orem Utah really descibes that well, and there was a pretty huge series of events that lines up perfectly to get me here. In fact, as far back as I think about that chain, I think of things that caused those things, and so on, to the point where I cannot think of where the chain of events began. Looking at the whole picture, it just seems like this is where I was destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know where I am, and how I got here, or at least sort of how I got here, let me tell you what I am up to. I have aquired a job working at &lt;a href="http://www.convergys.com/"&gt;Convergys&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.netapp.com/"&gt;NetApp&lt;/a&gt;. Convergys runs callcenters, lots of them. I'm not in your average callcenter. I do mostly outbound calls.  Not telemarketing (thank goodness!!), but calls to people who email me first. I'm working 3rd shift, which to those of you who do not know, is overnight (graveyard shift). I really like my job! I help lots of customers, and more than that, I help lots of other techs. We're actually called TSEs which stands for Technical Support Engineers. I don't consider us engineers, at least not in the way that some of my friends are engineers. I got this job because I saw it posted at &lt;a href="http://www.uvsc.edu/"&gt;UVSC&lt;/a&gt;, which I was attending when I got here. I ended up dropping my classes to take the job. Just another link in the chain of what got me where I am at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-3614034622990353384?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/3614034622990353384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=3614034622990353384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/3614034622990353384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/3614034622990353384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-in-world-is-greg-weld.html' title='Where in the world is Greg Weld?'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145430571580887695.post-7062834468145781430</id><published>2007-11-13T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:38:28.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes little naked me</title><content type='html'>The title of this entry has a lot of meaning to it.  First of all, I'm a helper, a saver, go-to guy, that person you call when you're in trouble.  That's one way I interpret the lyrics in &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/ani+difranco/two+little+girls_20008116.html"&gt;the song&lt;/a&gt; it is from.  I don't listen to Ani Difranco, but sometimes her lyrics say things pretty well, even if i don't like the sound of her voice/music.  Second this is a blog, secondary to my actual written journal.  The difference?  People *might* actually read this, whereas I doubt that, and partially hope that, nobody will ever read anything I thought to write down on paper.  It's possible that things written here might show more than I show of myself normally - the naked me -  uncovered, and blindingly ugly at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145430571580887695-7062834468145781430?l=musicgreg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/feeds/7062834468145781430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145430571580887695&amp;postID=7062834468145781430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7062834468145781430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145430571580887695/posts/default/7062834468145781430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicgreg.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-comes-little-naked-me.html' title='Here comes little naked me'/><author><name>musicgreg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13799178845898985245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-gH46aQslU/TQsAWpMiZHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HyeaKnkCxMM/S220/gregprofile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
