<?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-10987136</id><updated>2012-01-09T09:35:46.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to learn how to die, if you want to be alive</title><subtitle type='html'>The end goal of life can't be to live. We all do that with little effort.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-526848412511117819</id><published>2007-04-28T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:01:49.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.tsn.ca/images/stories/20060531/sizemore_79684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.tsn.ca/images/stories/20060531/sizemore_79684.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say "in-side-the-park homerun?" for the win over Baltimore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Sizemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sweet to see the Yankees get beat so much too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Red Sox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-526848412511117819?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/526848412511117819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=526848412511117819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/526848412511117819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/526848412511117819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-you-say-in-side-park-homerun-thank.html' title='Tribe'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-3114662476705114802</id><published>2007-04-05T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:11:27.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>Sunday it was Spring.&lt;br /&gt;Monday it was Summer.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday it was Fall.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday it was Winter.&lt;br /&gt;Today it is Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio is a crazy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter does always seem to last the longest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-3114662476705114802?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/3114662476705114802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=3114662476705114802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/3114662476705114802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/3114662476705114802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/04/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-7757121415332511303</id><published>2007-04-03T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:15:57.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports</title><content type='html'>The bucks lost.  but it was just basketball.&lt;br /&gt;The Indians won big on opening day.  they won bigger than any other team. &lt;br /&gt;I hope they get it done this year.&lt;br /&gt;Matt, sorry about your sox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-7757121415332511303?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/7757121415332511303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=7757121415332511303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/7757121415332511303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/7757121415332511303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/04/sports.html' title='Sports'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-2964391643209097403</id><published>2007-03-30T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:32:10.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was winter and cold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t remember what month but the snow was thick, crunchy, and blue from the moon’s light.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember the feel of the air freezing inside my nostrils with each breath I took into my tired lungs.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a cloud in the sky to keep the earth warm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The very cold of space was starting to wrap its hands around me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could easily move inside but I don’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am content to be in the company of Orion.&lt;br /&gt;The only sounds are my slow breaths and the crunch of the snow under my slow steps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of faces that I’ll never see again and voices I’m starting to forget.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blink slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My eyes are dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My lungs burn with the cold, and my fingertips. My joints tight… I move inside and into a bed… warmed by my wife… sweet and soft… sweet and soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-2964391643209097403?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/2964391643209097403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=2964391643209097403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/2964391643209097403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/2964391643209097403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-night.html' title='One Night'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-3978569400262620409</id><published>2007-03-21T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:32:05.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Ashlee had her interview and felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good about it.  The guy that interviewed her even said that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nailed&lt;/span&gt; the questions and knew things that usually only people with more experience know. so now it is wait and see time but we couldn't feel better about it.  so please keep the prayers coming.&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-3978569400262620409?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/3978569400262620409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=3978569400262620409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/3978569400262620409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/3978569400262620409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-2831492214577261419</id><published>2007-03-20T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:29:04.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>Ashlee is interviewing for a teaching job at Olentangy Schools in 8 1/2 hours (9:00am) so please pray for her.  this would be the perfect job for her/us.  so i ask again: please pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-2831492214577261419?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/2831492214577261419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=2831492214577261419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/2831492214577261419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/2831492214577261419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-2943783533394508871</id><published>2007-03-18T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:04:21.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Brake</title><content type='html'>It is my hope that now that i have no classes things will slow down for a week.  school is such a drain. can i get an amen?&lt;br /&gt;here is a sample list of things that i would like to do before school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;-read something fun&lt;br /&gt;-refinish a coffee table and an end table&lt;br /&gt;-make the weather warmer&lt;br /&gt;-hang out with matt bartley&lt;br /&gt;-really listen to some music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my list.  i might not get it all done and i'm sure that other things will fill the time.  I think that the best part of time off from school is the beginning.  when you make all the high and lofty goals of all the things that you want to do like undertaking a comprehensive study of the minor propheits etc.  some how you always feel like you'll be able to do it all in one week.  but that time mostly gets spent sleeping or infront of the TV.  still that first day when you dream of all that could be done is so hopeful and idealistic that first day is a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-2943783533394508871?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/2943783533394508871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=2943783533394508871' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/2943783533394508871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/2943783533394508871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-brake.html' title='Spring Brake'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-1074016780464170889</id><published>2007-02-28T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:04:17.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bohemian rhapsody</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOyEw9bT8yQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOyEw9bT8yQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-1074016780464170889?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/1074016780464170889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=1074016780464170889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/1074016780464170889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/1074016780464170889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/02/bohemian-rhapsody.html' title='bohemian rhapsody'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-116936683562600660</id><published>2007-01-21T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T03:07:15.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>I went to see my friends band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/gloriastory"&gt;Gloria Story&lt;/a&gt; at little brothers friday night. it was a good time and they put on a good show.  it'll be nice when i can go to a bar and not get the sweet "X's" on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTUkqVnbyhg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTUkqVnbyhg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-116936683562600660?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/116936683562600660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=116936683562600660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116936683562600660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116936683562600660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-116892654448753212</id><published>2007-01-16T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:52:14.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6c/Plums.jpg/250px-Plums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6c/Plums.jpg/250px-Plums.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plum is a stone-fruit tree in the genus Prunus. Its fruit is sweet, juicy and edible, and it can be eaten fresh, or dried, in which case they are known as prunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plum blossom, along with the peony, are considered traditional floral emblems of China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-116892654448753212?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/116892654448753212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=116892654448753212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116892654448753212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116892654448753212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2007/01/plum.html' title='Plum'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-116511449035104731</id><published>2006-12-02T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:54:50.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oI_RLi0Z4Xk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oI_RLi0Z4Xk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-116511449035104731?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/116511449035104731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=116511449035104731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116511449035104731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116511449035104731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/12/boom.html' title='boom'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-116310843647825163</id><published>2006-11-09T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:40:36.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Day...</title><content type='html'>1989 - The Berlin Wall fell, marking the symbolic end of the Cold War, impending collapse of the Warsaw Pact, and beginning of the end of Soviet communism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-116310843647825163?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/116310843647825163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=116310843647825163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116310843647825163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116310843647825163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-this-day.html' title='On This Day...'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-116296071138573140</id><published>2006-11-07T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:51:48.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word To Your Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-65uWKz26pM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-65uWKz26pM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too cold too cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/apn8NlY7fXE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/apn8NlY7fXE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is a joke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-116296071138573140?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/116296071138573140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=116296071138573140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116296071138573140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116296071138573140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/11/word-to-your-mother.html' title='Word To Your Mother'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-116265275279649804</id><published>2006-11-04T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:05:52.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A War</title><content type='html'>"It's a war on war...&lt;br /&gt;...It's a war on war&lt;br /&gt; There's a war on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're gonna lose&lt;br /&gt; You have to lose&lt;br /&gt; You have to learn how to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just watching the miles flying by&lt;br /&gt; Just watching the miles flying by&lt;br /&gt; You are not my typewriter&lt;br /&gt; But you could be my demon&lt;br /&gt; moving forward through the flaming doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have to lose&lt;br /&gt; You have to learn how to die&lt;br /&gt; if you want to want to be alive, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have to lose&lt;br /&gt; You have to lose&lt;br /&gt; You have to learn how to die&lt;br /&gt; if you want to want to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have to die&lt;br /&gt; You have to die&lt;br /&gt; You have to learn how to die&lt;br /&gt; if you want to want to be alive, okay?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-116265275279649804?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/116265275279649804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=116265275279649804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116265275279649804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/116265275279649804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-war.html' title='It&apos;s A War'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115877150354222036</id><published>2006-09-20T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:00:13.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Classes</title><content type='html'>the last couple of days people have been asking me if I am ready for classes. in order to be ready for something i think that you have to have given it some thought. so i haven't been ready but now that one class is down and I'm back on campus I guess I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a campus preacher on the oval as I walked by. his shirt said "all homos go to hell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is harder for me to love him than to love "homos".  Maybe i should say it's easier to love "homos" than to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosaic is having a party on campus today. there's going to be Greater's ice cream, sumo wrestling and free t-shirts to name a few. maybe the best part is that The Ohio State University is paying for it all. That's right anti-god university is paying for a christian event. I guess pluarlism isn't all bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115877150354222036?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115877150354222036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115877150354222036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115877150354222036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115877150354222036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-day-of-classes.html' title='First Day of Classes'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115636682690538475</id><published>2006-08-23T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:00:26.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Is This Show No More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30BJgGWdELQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30BJgGWdELQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115636682690538475?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115636682690538475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115636682690538475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115636682690538475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115636682690538475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-is-this-show-no-more.html' title='Why Is This Show No More?'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115627016509498479</id><published>2006-08-22T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:09:25.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoGRM1beFMc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoGRM1beFMc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115627016509498479?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115627016509498479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115627016509498479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115627016509498479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115627016509498479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/08/simpsons.html' title='The Simpsons'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115622432796568345</id><published>2006-08-22T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:25:27.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that the number of hits to my blog have been dropping.  Most likely due to the fact that I haven't given anything new to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've started working at starbucks.  I like it a lot.  it doesn't even seem like work... yet.  I know it will but it's nice that it has taken  more than a month for it to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick.  I don't get sick that much.  grehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Painted tonight.  You know... like art or something... I think I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had writers block, as far as musical writing, for what seems like forever.  I hope that stops.  How does one stop writers block?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115622432796568345?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115622432796568345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115622432796568345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115622432796568345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115622432796568345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/08/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115526159861949113</id><published>2006-08-10T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:59:58.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ashleeknable.blogspot.com"&gt;My wife&lt;/a&gt; has started a &lt;a href="http://ashleeknable.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Check &lt;a href="http://ashleeknable.blogspot.com"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;(any of the three links will take you there so pick your fav.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115526159861949113?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115526159861949113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115526159861949113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115526159861949113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115526159861949113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-look.html' title='Take A Look'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115507148548360424</id><published>2006-08-08T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:11:25.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaden</title><content type='html'>This is my nephew and his buddy.  I bet no one under 8 would dare to mess with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/93/210095571_121c540f27.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/93/210095571_121c540f27.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan posted this on &lt;a href="http://www.c7technologies.com/danprice/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.c7technologies.com/danprice/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115507148548360424?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115507148548360424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115507148548360424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115507148548360424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115507148548360424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/08/jaden.html' title='Jaden'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115472699928134891</id><published>2006-08-04T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:29:59.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise I'll Post Something Meaningfull Sometime</title><content type='html'>But untill then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5blbv4WFriM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5blbv4WFriM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115472699928134891?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115472699928134891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115472699928134891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115472699928134891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115472699928134891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-promise-ill-post-something.html' title='I Promise I&apos;ll Post Something Meaningfull Sometime'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115401894330505024</id><published>2006-07-27T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:51:20.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>juggling</title><content type='html'>Two reasons for this post:&lt;br /&gt;1-This video is pretty crazy&lt;br /&gt;2-I like that i know how to put video on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYUXaYCkv-A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYUXaYCkv-A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot beleive that people are willing to give that much time to throwing balls in the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115401894330505024?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115401894330505024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115401894330505024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115401894330505024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115401894330505024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/juggling.html' title='juggling'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115387324607296103</id><published>2006-07-25T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:22:39.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My afternoon</title><content type='html'>My good friend &lt;a href="http://thirteenlucky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt; invited me to go with him to a shooting range to play with his Ruger 357. It was a good time. The magnum rounds were pretty fun. As &lt;a href="http://thirteenlucky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thirteenlucky.blogspot.com/"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt; said "What a good deal being a guy is... it really gets is done."  I agree fully.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bvs.cz/images/RUGER_141_357.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bvs.cz/images/RUGER_141_357.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115387324607296103?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115387324607296103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115387324607296103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115387324607296103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115387324607296103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-afternoon.html' title='My afternoon'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115341410337940818</id><published>2006-07-20T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:48:23.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get over Johnny Cash</title><content type='html'>I've been on on a big johnny cash kick for a long time.  and why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MVjfPLR8L0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MVjfPLR8L0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115341410337940818?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115341410337940818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115341410337940818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115341410337940818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115341410337940818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-get-over-johnny-cash.html' title='I can&apos;t get over Johnny Cash'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115333694239000054</id><published>2006-07-19T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:22:22.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Long Last</title><content type='html'>I got the job&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remeber the day that i got my job at Starbucks... mostly because it is my wife's birthday... man she's old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115333694239000054?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115333694239000054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115333694239000054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115333694239000054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115333694239000054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-long-last.html' title='At Long Last'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115323911710606661</id><published>2006-07-18T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:11:57.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 4</title><content type='html'>I've got a second interview at Starbucks in the morning.  it is really my 4th interview at Starbucks but it's a second interview if you know what i mean.  so things are looking good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115323911710606661?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115323911710606661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115323911710606661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115323911710606661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115323911710606661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-4.html' title='Take 4'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115289364519042297</id><published>2006-07-14T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:14:05.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest things i know of is the fact that through the amazing powers of technology i am able to blog while on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here listening to my &lt;a href="http://www.danprice.net"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt;'s most recent teaching on worship. He talks about how we need to worship with our whole lives. true. but he focuses on the musical worship that we do. and how we need to be genuine in our worship. this is so true. we need to be thinking of God when we worship. I know that i think to much about myself when I am taking part a a musical worship time. i think about things like "I'm a getting anythig out of this?" or "what do i need to do in order to get something out of this?" it's not about me. i should fix my focus on the Lord. I think that God loves it when there are a bunch of ditractions that are around (and being a musiction there are a lot for me) and in spite of the fact that we are being destracted be all kinds of things we choose to focus on Him and we refuse to let anything keep us from loving Him. I think that God cares more about the kind of love that we show when we don't want to love Him but we grit our teeth and say "Lord I don't feel like I love you but I do!" emotions are great but a love that come from our will i greater.&lt;br /&gt;that's not really what Dan's talk was about but why say what he already &lt;a href="http://www.rivwarehouse.com/resources/messages/chooseadventure/danprice_worship.mp3"&gt;did. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115289364519042297?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115289364519042297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115289364519042297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115289364519042297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115289364519042297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/tech.html' title='Tech'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115275718969618789</id><published>2006-07-12T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:19:49.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/266/3783/640/Where%27s%20Patrick.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/266/3783/320/Where%27s%20Patrick.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's waldo?...err uhh... i mean Patrick&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115275718969618789?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115275718969618789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115275718969618789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115275718969618789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115275718969618789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheres-waldo.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115275707793463829</id><published>2006-07-12T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:17:57.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/266/3783/640/Guinness.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/266/3783/320/Guinness.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of the trip... but not the last&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115275707793463829?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115275707793463829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115275707793463829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115275707793463829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115275707793463829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-of-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115275701530065869</id><published>2006-07-12T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:16:55.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/266/3783/640/scan0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/266/3783/320/scan0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honeymoon&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115275701530065869?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115275701530065869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115275701530065869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115275701530065869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115275701530065869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/honeymoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115268727692136232</id><published>2006-07-12T02:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:54:36.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>I'm having the hardest time getting a job.  today I'm going to Starbucks for an open interview.  this will be the second one... and it will be the same interviewer.  I think it might be a little awkward but my hope is that it wont be an interview at all but an "ok-you've- got- the- job- because- you've- show- some- real- desire" kind of a thing.  so if you read this before 10:00am  pray for me. and if you read this after 10:00am pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115268727692136232?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115268727692136232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115268727692136232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115268727692136232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115268727692136232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-115255185220304282</id><published>2006-07-10T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:17:32.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/266/3783/640/_DSC5644.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/266/3783/320/_DSC5644.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-115255185220304282?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/115255185220304282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=115255185220304282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115255185220304282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/115255185220304282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-114879506952666943</id><published>2006-05-28T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:44:29.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today I didn't do anything.  well a read a little, fought with the mold in the shower and did some dishes but that's about it.  This was the first time in I don't know how long that i haven't had anything going on.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding is in 12 and 1/2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first year of my life that i haven't cared about my birthday. I think that it lands on tux pick up day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-114879506952666943?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/114879506952666943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=114879506952666943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114879506952666943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114879506952666943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-i-didnt-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-114766802234549552</id><published>2006-05-15T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:45:11.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coal Mine</title><content type='html'>This 1/4 has been challening. I did this to myself. I've been uncomfortable. I've grown. It's unfortunate that growth almost always is uncomfortable. but that's the way things are and I'd rather grow than not. why should i be comfortable any way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way&lt;br /&gt;from here to there&lt;br /&gt;I broke my foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-114766802234549552?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/114766802234549552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=114766802234549552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114766802234549552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114766802234549552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/05/coal-mine.html' title='Coal Mine'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-114637709949850438</id><published>2006-04-30T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T02:04:59.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs and Poetry</title><content type='html'>I started writing a song tonight. When I first began I wanted to write a worship song. i wanted that song to be different from most worship songs. I got a good start, i think, but it doesn't seem very worshipful to me... No... it seems very worshipful to me but i don't think that it is a good corporate worship song. that is... i can't see other people singing along and connecting with God. maybe if they sat and listened they might be sturred and lift God up but i wanted to write a song that could be sung by a group and be worshipful as a group. i'm a little frustrated with the fact that i'm unable to control how my song turns out. but i can't be completely upset because i think that i have the foundations for a good song. a song that i will enjoy and God with enjoy even if we're the only ones. That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to do the things that make the God we love happy? I think that some one else is pulling strings of emotion and motivation. and he hates when we create. he hates even more when we create beauty. so create and create beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;the true God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-114637709949850438?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/114637709949850438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=114637709949850438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114637709949850438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114637709949850438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/04/songs-and-poetry.html' title='Songs and Poetry'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-114629474408910658</id><published>2006-04-29T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T03:12:24.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;My buddy &lt;a href="http://http://thirteenlucky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt; Blogged this and it blew my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="post-title"&gt;rev 2:17        &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                          a person cannot name themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they must wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Satan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell them who they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be chewing on this for a bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-114629474408910658?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/114629474408910658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=114629474408910658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114629474408910658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114629474408910658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/04/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-114430483557196304</id><published>2006-04-06T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T02:27:15.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On The Blog-Wagon</title><content type='html'>I'm posting.  if anyone is still reading this.&lt;br /&gt;a lot's gone down in the past however long.  The biggest thing is that I'm getting married this June 10th to the perfect girl for me, Ashlee, and I'm pretty much pumped for that.  but on a random note: what are some cool slang terms for money?  of course there is "bucks", "cash", "smakeroos", "bones", "flow", and my favorite "Scratch" can you think of any others? i want to get a complete list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-114430483557196304?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/114430483557196304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=114430483557196304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114430483557196304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/114430483557196304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-on-blog-wagon.html' title='Back On The Blog-Wagon'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-113217703201490064</id><published>2005-11-16T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:37:12.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter?</title><content type='html'>It's snowing.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-113217703201490064?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/113217703201490064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=113217703201490064' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/113217703201490064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/113217703201490064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/11/winter.html' title='Winter?'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-113208336441230728</id><published>2005-11-15T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:36:04.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk and Honey</title><content type='html'>Most of you are familiar with how the promised land was referend to as a land flowing with milk and honey... i mixed the two today... pretty amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-113208336441230728?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/113208336441230728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=113208336441230728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/113208336441230728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/113208336441230728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/11/milk-and-honey.html' title='Milk and Honey'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-113208283318799769</id><published>2005-11-15T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:27:13.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak in Reality But Strong in My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;How can I be closer to God?  It is my greatest goal.  I don't act like it.  It isn't my central driving motivation in all that I do.  I want it to be.  In theory it seems to be so easy to accomplish but in reality the difficulty is perplexing. &lt;br /&gt;This shows my weakness!&lt;br /&gt;Another complication of this problem is how I forget to let the sovereign Lord of all things take control of my motivations and, as a result, my actions.&lt;br /&gt;This shows my pride!&lt;br /&gt;When I try to get closer to God I do it on myself.  I fail.&lt;br /&gt;When I remember that I need God's strength I do okay.  But I forget and I fail.&lt;br /&gt;I've found an up side.  This is a two-steps-forward-one-step-back process, which equals progress, however frustrating it might be. Every time it gets better too.  This encourages me to keep trying. So I think I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-113208283318799769?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/113208283318799769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=113208283318799769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/113208283318799769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/113208283318799769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/11/weak-in-reality-but-strong-in-my-eyes.html' title='Weak in Reality But Strong in My Eyes'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-112871244528188925</id><published>2005-10-07T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:14:05.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Find Funny</title><content type='html'>Funny stuff. to me at least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Girl at the coffee shop who takes a sip of her mocha-frappe-more-sugar-than-coffee type drink, which is good don't get me wrong... but... well... you know..., and as she takes this first taste her face changes just like my one-year-old nephew's when he's fed a lemon.  She exclaims to the friend she's sitting with "Man this like really tastes like coffee!" her friend stares blankley at her and then she continues, trying not to look so bad "I mean it's good... it just really tastes like coffee."  Go figure.  meanwhile I'm drinking an Americano thinking "This is kinda weak."&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I'm a terrible person.  There is this guy in one of my classes that looks wierd.  But it took me days to figure out why.  His eyes look like they don't belong in his head.  What does that mean?  that question took me another day or two to work out.  It's like if you took a picture in photoshop and put some one else's eyes on him.  Now the picture looks wierd but if you didn't know what was done it would be hard to figure out why.  I'm a terrible person&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;the girl who's backpack is a perfect cube.  think about it.  it looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-112871244528188925?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/112871244528188925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=112871244528188925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/112871244528188925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/112871244528188925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-i-find-funny.html' title='Things I Find Funny'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-112862208137540313</id><published>2005-10-06T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:10:23.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Requested</title><content type='html'>I'm back in the swing of school. It's easier to get used to the second time. I'm taking greek 101 and it's not easy. but i like it. I constantly have index cards with grammer rules and vocab words in my pocket so it's keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm co-leading a life group on monday nights with Tom, Sarah, and Ashlee. so far it's pretty sweet. there are about 15 of us right now. We're going to be helping out with an urban ministry everyother week and i think it will be a great time to serve and also for us to grow and mature. I'm playing electric guitar tonight at 737 (our campus meeting). it should be fun. we'll see how i do.&lt;br /&gt;I applied at FedEx ground yesterday to be a package handler. hopefully that will work out for me. it's not Starbucks but they pay better and it's a job.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how well i can pull off doing all three of these things and still be able to do them well. so i could use your prayers because i like to be lazy and that's not an option. so far so good but i haven't started working yet. I've heard that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. so no worries. i guess i just need to let him strengthen me. I'm pretty strong but i think he's got me beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-112862208137540313?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/112862208137540313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=112862208137540313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/112862208137540313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/112862208137540313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-requested.html' title='As Requested'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-112665045068088777</id><published>2005-09-13T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T18:27:30.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>I moved down to Columbus and into my first house.  I think it will really be a good thing.  I'm with 4 other guys and they're all good people.  Mosaic is starting to get rolling again we have a new staff guy for the campus and i think he's what we need and also (maybe more importantly) i think the student core has a better attitude/mindset this year.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this to be longer but it's time to get dinner rolling. maybe i'll finish my thoughts later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-112665045068088777?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/112665045068088777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=112665045068088777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/112665045068088777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/112665045068088777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-112431767068977590</id><published>2005-08-17T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:27:50.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over Smokes</title><content type='html'>I hope to be getting back in the swing of things as far as posting goes.  so here's a funny little story about the great town of Mansfield:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way back from Columbus sunday night.  it was after midnight and i was stopping for gas and Redbull.  I stopped and the north most exit for Mansfield and pumped the gas and tried to not take notice of the price.  i saw a SUV pull up and three guys and a girl about my age (18, 19, 20 something like that)  and they all went inside and i headed in to get some red bull and some chewey Spree. (yum)  inside one of the guys was try'n to buy sigarettes.  the man working said that some one just came in try'n to buy sigs and didn't have and ID so he wasn't going to sell any for a while.  the guy attempting to buy freaked out (i'm guessing he needed a smoke) and there was cussing and screaming like you wouldn't believe.  i just wanted to buy some candy.  the kid was pretty mad that the guy wouldn't sell him any sigs i guess.  so of course the smart thing to do was call him names and insult the man all he could.  i think he said something about his mom but i don't have those words in my vocab.  i thought about saying things like "you know there's a gas station across the street." or "hey maybe if you yell more he will change his mind and sell to you." but i kept my mouth shut.  next thing i know the worker says that he's going to get the kid's plate number so they went out into the parking lot and had a pushing fight.  i guess the kid didn't want him to get the number.  all this time i'm standing there holding my bag of Spree and can of Redbull thinking "i just want to buy this so i can get home."  finally the worker get back inside out of breath and dripping with sweat. and i bought my stuff and took off.  i thought it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't feel like checking this for mistakes so i hope it made sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-112431767068977590?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/112431767068977590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=112431767068977590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/112431767068977590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/112431767068977590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-over-smokes.html' title='All Over Smokes'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111970979108892197</id><published>2005-06-25T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:29:51.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>My mom sent this e-mail to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:PrimaSans BT,Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I just found this online (Our friend Jeff shared at Dennis' funeral).  Thought&lt;br /&gt;you might like a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What Dennis Knable Showed the Grace Summit Family, by Jeff Yackley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Summit Community Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jeff Yackley, and I am a member of Grace Summit Community Church,&lt;br /&gt;where Dennis served as an assistant pastor. I've been asked to speak on&lt;br /&gt;Dennis' impact on the Grace Summit Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, I have often bragged of the humility required, Back in 1996&lt;br /&gt;when Dennis pastored Grace Covenant Community church - and we merged churches,&lt;br /&gt;for Dennis to say - We would like to give you our building and join your&lt;br /&gt;church - and we don't demand or even expect any leadership roles in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he taught was humility - and he did this by way of example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis was quite the student of theology and the Bible. He would often quote&lt;br /&gt;from Charles Hodge and his 'Systematic Theology', Charles Spurgeon, and&lt;br /&gt;Frances Shaeffer. Dennis gave his first message 31 years ago this month but&lt;br /&gt;only during the past 9 years, have I had the privilege of taking copious notes&lt;br /&gt;almost every time Dennis spoke, and I would like to share with you some&lt;br /&gt;excerpts of sermons that he gave that I feel are particularly poignant now&lt;br /&gt;that, and I quote, Dennis' "nasty now and now" has met the "great by and by".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one of Dennis' first sermons at Grace Summit - December of 1996 - He may&lt;br /&gt;very well have been speaking to each of us today when He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it is OK to get angry with God - but not for long - to express your&lt;br /&gt;anger to God but always come around to, "You, Lord, know best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is okay to pour your heart out to God. But, be sure to see the rest of&lt;br /&gt;what Jesus prayed. "Yet, not as I will, but as Thou wilt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, show me the better way - if that is Your will, it must be better. Make me&lt;br /&gt;willing. That is a great way to sum up a prayer that you are not comfortable&lt;br /&gt;with. - He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate his point, Dennis quoted from Jeremiah 15 - you see, he highly&lt;br /&gt;valued "Absolute Truth" - which is found throughout God's word - and he would&lt;br /&gt;often quote from sections that aren't regularly quoted by most preachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah was crying out to God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 15:18 Why has my pain been perpetual And my wound incurable, refusing&lt;br /&gt;to be healed? Wilt Thou indeed be to me like a deceptive [stream] With water&lt;br /&gt;that is unreliable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a thing to say to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Therefore, thus says the Lord, "If you return, then I will restore you--&lt;br /&gt;Before Me you will stand; And if you extract the precious from the worthless,&lt;br /&gt;You will become My spokesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you extract the precious from the worthless - "Absolute Truth IS the&lt;br /&gt;reality of all of life." He would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis would often talk about us living in a fallen world - It is not God&lt;br /&gt;choosing to make things difficult - a lot of the trials we experience are from&lt;br /&gt;being descendants of the first sinner, Adam. Dennis has helped us to grow up&lt;br /&gt;in our faith and to realize that things won't always be rosy, and it is not&lt;br /&gt;God's fault, but the consequences of sin and "The Fall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis was very good at taking the current events, and showing how they relate&lt;br /&gt;to history and the gospel message. He would start his sermons with something&lt;br /&gt;that happened during the week - from the news - but then he would often use&lt;br /&gt;phrases like, "From antiquity" or "Through History" - He cared that we&lt;br /&gt;understood the foundations of the Christian faith - He would give a sense of&lt;br /&gt;history and how our destiny is tied with those early saints and how we have&lt;br /&gt;our part to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis would often tie in humor with great spiritual truths -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 5, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis was sharing about the book of Acts when he said -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke, the historian, is writing to this leader named Theophilus -then Dennis&lt;br /&gt;says, "I was almost named that. The nurses came around in the nursery and&lt;br /&gt;said, that has got to be 'Theophilus' looking baby I've ever seen" - then he&lt;br /&gt;adds, "but it didn't stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the end of the message he shares this profound truth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church must expect God?s assignment to be something only God can do. The&lt;br /&gt;assignment will be bigger than we think. There is a cost to doing the will of&lt;br /&gt;God ? both for the individual and the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding church-life, he spoke of the importance of everyone being involved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how important it is to be connecting with others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't just Sunday morning - or Saturday - but people getting together&lt;br /&gt;throughout the week and meeting needs in peoples' lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He often told us - As Christians, we should stretch ourselves and go beyond&lt;br /&gt;our comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis taught us that God's truth is sometimes too big to get our arms around&lt;br /&gt;- and he would use the word picture of trying to get our arms around a Giant&lt;br /&gt;Redwood Tree. Things like "how the Holy Spirit indwells the believer" and "the&lt;br /&gt;Divinity of Christ in the Trinity". Just because we can't get our arms all the&lt;br /&gt;way around the tree, we can still grab on to what we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often, Dennis spoke of the resurrection - December 1, 2002 - People are&lt;br /&gt;scared to death of dying - they really are - but it is only when you have the&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures in your heart - deep in your soul - can you have an inkling that&lt;br /&gt;there is something greater - to be absent from the body is to be present with&lt;br /&gt;the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Easter he would remind us of how the early church would greet each other&lt;br /&gt;"He is Risen!" - and all the people would respond: " He is Risen Indeed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "When we realize, because He is risen - you don't have to go to that&lt;br /&gt;Total Separation place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Christ rose, the grave has no sting. It is the doorway to the presence&lt;br /&gt;of the Lord. But for those who do not have a relationship with Jesus, it is a&lt;br /&gt;doorway to damnation. The Father accepted the payment for the sins and as&lt;br /&gt;proof positive raised Him from the dead. So we get to the declaration and the&lt;br /&gt;response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Risen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Risen Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, from April, 2002 - After Jesus was crucified - These guys' (Dennis&lt;br /&gt;was referring to the disciples) - lives were turned upside down several times&lt;br /&gt;- it was difficult - they didn't know what to do But there Jesus is - they&lt;br /&gt;recognized Him - He confirms to them - cooks for them - takes care of them -&lt;br /&gt;and confirms His ability to supply all their needs. These things are written&lt;br /&gt;for us - he said, we are His disciples also. - Jesus is able to take care of&lt;br /&gt;our needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in demonstrating that, he quoted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Col. 1: 17 He was before all else began and it is his power that holds&lt;br /&gt;everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand is doing that. He is THAT involved. He is aware of what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life may seem like it is turned upside down -you might not know what to&lt;br /&gt;do - but the resurrected Christ is able to take care of all your needs. Be&lt;br /&gt;confident - God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one final quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God's love be the life-changing event of your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111970979108892197?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111970979108892197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111970979108892197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111970979108892197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111970979108892197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/06/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111923239065900544</id><published>2005-06-19T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:53:10.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IRS</title><content type='html'>I got my refund from the state of ohio today.  18 big ones!!! by big ones i mean dollars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111923239065900544?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111923239065900544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111923239065900544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111923239065900544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111923239065900544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/06/irs.html' title='IRS'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111894447089558791</id><published>2005-06-16T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T13:54:30.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boys, Bad Boys, What 'Cha Gonna Do?</title><content type='html'>Friday night Ashlee and I went to see a movie and on the way back we stoped at a red light like any law abiding citizen.  The light turned green but i did not go for the reason that we heard police sirens comming down the street that i was about to cross.  I saw a car in the oncoming lane across the street jump forward and then stop.  The next thing I knew was there were at least fifteen police cars in the intersection.  All of which surounded that car that I took note of a moment before.  The police jumped out of thier cars and pulled out guns and yelled at the people in the car.  At this point Ashlee said "He's got a gun!" I thought that she was talking about the police and i thought to my self..."yeah..."  but she ment the guy in the car.  Of course our natural reaction was to roll up the windows.  Think about it.  What would you do?  as our windows went up a police helicopter flew over head with spotlight glaring.  finally I put the car in reverse and cut through a parking lot to get away from the scene.  all and all I thought that it was pretty awesome.  Not that it was cool that something like this happens but it was just a pretty amazing sight to see.  Ashlee was not happy that I thought it was awesome because she saw it as crazy bad... which is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111894447089558791?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111894447089558791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111894447089558791' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111894447089558791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111894447089558791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-boys-bad-boys-what-cha-gonna-do.html' title='Bad Boys, Bad 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111833440659384472</id><published>2005-06-09T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:27:20.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't sure who i was so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'600'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="'http://images.quizfarm.com/1113109050cultural" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Cultural Creative&lt;/b&gt;. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" width="'300'" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Fundamentalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'94'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Cultural Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'94'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Romanticist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'69'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Idealist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'38'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Existentialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'31'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Postmodernist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Modernist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;Materialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="'1'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="'#dddddd'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id="23320'"&gt;What is Your World View? (updated)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:'1';"&gt;created with &lt;a href="'http://quizfarm.com'"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111833440659384472?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111833440659384472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111833440659384472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111833440659384472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111833440659384472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wasnt-sure-who-i-was-so.html' title='I wasn&apos;t sure who i was so...'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111782508988515766</id><published>2005-06-03T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T15:07:27.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Giving You Homework</title><content type='html'>I came across a verse that made me think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If we can get never ending life and joy through the death of Christ what can we get through His life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look into this more but i would like to know what you all think about this and what wisdom you might have on this.  don't feel like you need to back everything up with the bible i just would like some thoughts, but if you want to i'm not gonna stop you. Once I learn more about this i'll post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111782508988515766?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111782508988515766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111782508988515766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111782508988515766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111782508988515766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-giving-you-homework.html' title='I&apos;m Giving You Homework'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111648941747440969</id><published>2005-05-19T03:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T04:01:08.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite</title><content type='html'>I feel bad about coming back to my blog with such a weak post so i dreamed this up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are unable to grasp the infinite. This is very clear to anyone who has tried to accomplish this feat. If there is some one who thinks that he is able to do so has found a way to trick himself. I know people who when they try to think about how God had no beginning they can't wrap thier minds around that. Then there are people like me who once we start thinking about something so great that we are unable to understand we become excited and think about it even more. I think that this infinitness of God can carry over to His character traits. We cannot fully understand God's holieness because it is infinite. However, we can get a good handle on what his holiesness is. A common example with some modification is to look at His holieness as a huge tree. We can't wrap our arms all the way around it but we can grab a good chunk of it and get a good idea of what it is all about. In addition to this we can move around the tree and grab a different part but in order to do this we must let go of what we had. similarly I can hold in my mind a part of God's holieness or part of his love but if I look at another part I sometimes can't keep the old in my mind. so my conclusion is that looking at God is like looking at a vast landscape from the peak of a mountian that stretches horizontally a great distance and as one looks more and more to the left he can no longer see what is to the right. The trick is to not forget what is to the right but to look back and forth at the whole of the scene. we need to look at how God in his love is such a comfort and a resting place but not forget that he is also, in love, powerfull and not at all tame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111648941747440969?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111648941747440969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111648941747440969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111648941747440969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111648941747440969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/05/infinite.html' title='Infinite'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111648835435517874</id><published>2005-05-19T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T03:39:14.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><content type='html'>Well i just got home at 3:00 am because i went to the midnight showing of the new Star Wars movie.  and i spent ten minutes in argument about who is the best Jedi Knight.  oh, and also about which of the six movies is the best.  Does this make me a dork, nerd, or geek?  whatever the case i had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that this has been my only post in a while but this is what you're getting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111648835435517874?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111648835435517874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111648835435517874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111648835435517874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111648835435517874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111428689568341701</id><published>2005-04-23T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T16:08:15.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's Story of Our Family</title><content type='html'>Every one of you need to check out my brother's blog.  www.danprice.net  read his "My Family" posts.  And I'm sure there's more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111428689568341701?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111428689568341701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111428689568341701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111428689568341701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111428689568341701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-brothers-story-of-our-family.html' title='My Brother&apos;s Story of Our Family'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111396094832630556</id><published>2005-04-19T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:35:48.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that by now most of you have learned that my dad has passed away last Sunday morning at about 4:30 am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know how much can be said about that on a blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s hard but God is still good and true and will continue to be that way for my family and me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that dad is happier than he has ever been and that makes me glad and hopeful for the day I can be there too.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;That sentence makes me cringed because it sounds so cliché but it’s very true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that my dad is hanging out with Jesus right now and that’s pretty sweet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But still it’s hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though I’m not sad for my old man I am sad for me and my family and others that were close to my dad. (and there are a lot of people who love him)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dad showed us all how to lean on God for strength and to find stability and security in him and that is what is going to make it possible for us to get through this train wreck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want to talk about community, specifically the community that I have in Mosaic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There have been so many people that have shared, and will continue to share, my burden by praying for my family and me that I am humbled greatly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The love that I have felt from these people is really over whelming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were over ten people that came up to Akron from Columbus to spend just a few minutes at the calling hours and funeral.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;They made the two-hour trek (each way) one a school night just to show that they cared for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t think of enough to say about these friends that I have made in less than seven months at Ohio State.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thing that I find the best about these friendships is that the relational foundation is God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all have a desire to bring each other closer to God as we grow closed together.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I now ask you friends for continued prayers for my family and myself, for strength and for peace and for a passion to fallow our Great Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111396094832630556?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111396094832630556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111396094832630556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111396094832630556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111396094832630556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-think-that-by-now-most-of-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111287832197363084</id><published>2005-04-07T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T08:52:01.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>so i don't really feel like writing so this is what my brother said on his blog. the same is true for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, things have not turned out well for my Dad. This round of chemo did not work,                     and so the doctors did everything that they could. There is nothing else... except to                         make my dad comfortable. Tough thing to do I'd think, make someone comfortable,                     when they are going through this. They gave him "months." Still so unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have withdrawn from this 1/4 of school to go back home and spend those "months" with my dad. i don't really like that sentance but it is truth.  keep praying and keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111287832197363084?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111287832197363084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111287832197363084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111287832197363084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111287832197363084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111142291116063453</id><published>2005-03-21T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:35:11.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast</title><content type='html'>It's good to be back home.  this will be short and sweet:  my sister and Javier just got engaged day before yesterday and what is even faster is how they're going to get married this coming saturday.  to some that might sound crazy but really the only thing crazy is trying to get the wedding together in that short amount of time.  Rachel and Jav are so happy and i'm so happy for them.  it's really cool to see God make things work so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111142291116063453?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111142291116063453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111142291116063453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111142291116063453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111142291116063453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/03/fast.html' title='Fast'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111142179351093245</id><published>2005-03-21T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:16:33.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria’s Midnight Café</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday I finished my finals and my buddy Nate came down to take me back home for spring break.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met up with Ashlee and headed to Victoria’s Midnight Café, which, for those of you who don’t know, is a coffee shop/bar that has open mic night on Wednesdays.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ashlee has been going there for a few years and she knows the owner and all the regulars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the regulars is Crazy Pete.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right off the bat you know that he’s going to be fun just from his name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well Pete had a few drinks and was feeling pretty good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stopped by the table to talk a bit but the conversation was a little one sided.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was talking about the things you do when you’re drunk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His story was something like this:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“one thing you do when you’re drunk is make food.” He started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“This is never good because you’re drunk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know you just start throwing stuff together, anything you’ve got and start cooking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So you end up with this mass of different kinds of food at different temperatures and you just start eating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then next thing you know is you sick and asking why am I so sick?” this is where he starts talking to himself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“well because you’re drunk and you made drunk food and you ate your drunk food while you were drunk.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then replies to himself,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“oh… you’re right it think I’ll drink some water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then you wake up and feel terrible so you drink some water and take five Tylenol, four Exsedrens and five heroine…” this he liked the idea of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I don’t know if you can get heroine in fives but if you could I would.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would be Happy Heroine Pete and all the happy people would come and see Happy Heroine Pete!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He kept going and going like this with some interruptions of laughter from those of us who where at the table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All this time there was a guy who was taking advantage of the open mic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy, I think, was on some muscle relaxers and was moaning into the microphone passionately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was one of the most painful things I’ve ever heard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crazy Pete continued to talk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said something about how you should make people think that you are crazy when you’re in jail so that you can get your own room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also talked about the relationships that one has in jail…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;after he quoted some Shakespeare he jumped up on stage and grabbed his guitar and started playing with the people that were in the middle of their set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m pretty sure they didn’t know he was going to do that but he did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All and all is was a good way to close out the quarter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111142179351093245?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111142179351093245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111142179351093245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111142179351093245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111142179351093245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/03/victorias-midnight-caf.html' title='Victoria’s Midnight Café'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-111022139540176891</id><published>2005-03-07T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T13:49:55.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Town</title><content type='html'>It's time to post again. &lt;br /&gt;I went home wednesday because things weren't looking real good for my dad.  when i first got there it was hard to see him but by the time i left to come back to Columbus he was walking and joking.  my family has so much love it's hard to believe.  God has been so good to me in the simple fact that i am in the family i'm in.  Ashlee was my ride and she spent just about the whole five days with my family. i guess that's kinda big.  i really look forward to when this is over and every one can just have a good time together.  Now i'm back at school and it's time to think about finals.  i hope they're easy. &lt;br /&gt;well i think it's time to be productive.  i'll try to think of something better for my next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-111022139540176891?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/111022139540176891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=111022139540176891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111022139540176891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/111022139540176891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/03/back-in-town.html' title='Back in Town'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-110927625373509729</id><published>2005-02-24T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:17:33.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so thankful for the community that God has dropped me in.  at MOC in our life group we spent the whole time praying for my dad and my family and i really felt God's love through them.  God has shown me lately a new reason to love Him.  He just put on my heart how even though i feel helpless in this situation with my dad's sickness i'm not.  Prayer is so powerfull because God wants to say yes to our prayers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;      -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=66&amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=16&amp;version=49&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Therefore, confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed. The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it has been really amazing to see the number of righteous men a women that are praying for my dad, for my family and for me.  it thank you all and thank God for you and i ask and pray that you would keep praying strongly.  all this made me think of how not having faith in God has to be so hard.  i could see it leading to compleate dispair not knowing that God is working for us and loves us.  that has to be such a dark place.  so i also ask that you pray for the people in you life that don't have that and that they would find the hope and peace that comes with knowing God.  if that is you: know that God does love you and wants you to come to him.  it's not just some kind of religiuos, superstitious wacked out crap. it is real and i feel it and see it.  in addition i've learned that as christians it is our responsibility and calling to pray for eachother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;      -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6:18&lt;/strong&gt; With all prayer and petition pray at all times in the Spirit, and with this in view, be on the alert with all perseverance and petition for all the saints,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And there is a stregth in numbers when praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;     -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=54&amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;verse=11&amp;version=49&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; you also joining in helping us through your prayers, so that thanks may be given by many persons on our behalf for the favor bestowed on us through the prayers of many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;these thoughts have given me real peace and hope and i wish the same for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-110927625373509729?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/110927625373509729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=110927625373509729' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/110927625373509729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/110927625373509729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/02/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987136.post-110901347471988762</id><published>2005-02-21T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:17:54.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My return to blogging</title><content type='html'>i tried to blog before but i didn't have much to say or many people to listen.  so here is attempt number two.  i'll try to be thoughtfull, interesting, fun, cool and random.  that might be a high goal but that's the plan for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first post is gonna be a little sad:  my dad has cancer and i just got back from visting the family.  most of the time i don't know what to think about anything.  but when my thoughts are making some sense i mostly think about how much my family loves me.  especialy my dad.  there is no one that i look up to as much as my dad.  he is such an example of how a godly man should be.  he is loving, wise, strong, and a great leader.  he was once (in my eyes at least) of infinite power and strength.  but now he can't even hug people because he could get sick easy.  but when i was saying my goodbyes he hugged me like it was imposible to let me go with out it.  i don't understand what God's plan is and i feel like everything is very surrreal and a little bit like i'm not really here.  i don't know if my arms are touching anything even though i know they are.  i'm detatched from the world a little bit right now and i'm ok with that.  it helps me see that what is going on here is not all that is going on.  in the middle of all this chaos i know that God has his hand here and that he is loving and all knowing and all powerfull and i can feel him.  i don't really know how in one part of my life things can be so crappy and crewed up and i don't know what God is doing but at the same time there can be such great things happening and i can see the good that God is doing.  also there is comfort in knowing that God will not put us through anything that we can't handle.  God is so good.  i love Him b/c He chooses to not see my sins but rather see me as clean and perfect even though he knows that i am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987136-110901347471988762?l=patrickprag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/feeds/110901347471988762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987136&amp;postID=110901347471988762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/110901347471988762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987136/posts/default/110901347471988762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patrickprag.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-return-to-blogging.html' title='My return to blogging'/><author><name>Patrick Knable</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08223064092535245534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
