<?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-15749944</id><updated>2011-10-23T09:22:33.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Thou Fount</title><subtitle type='html'>Come Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-117108220335697441</id><published>2007-02-09T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:39:37.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Hammy, you get me every time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1468/1600/805753/hedge2007073308209.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3674/1468/400/679413/hedge2007073308209.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-117108220335697441?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/117108220335697441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=117108220335697441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/117108220335697441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/117108220335697441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-hammy-you-get-me-every-time.html' title='Oh! Hammy, you get me every time!'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-116844894000716988</id><published>2007-01-10T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T12:09:00.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-116844894000716988?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/116844894000716988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=116844894000716988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116844894000716988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116844894000716988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-brain.html' title='My brain'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-116545007782427186</id><published>2006-12-06T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:07:57.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 more sleeps til christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=""&gt;I just realized I never posted this Mad lib that I saved.&amp;nbsp; Pretty hilarious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Last night I visited the largest restaurant I have ever been to. It was located right in the middle of a field just outside of town. The name of the place, &amp;quot;Icelandic Lucy's,&amp;quot; was lit up with big garish dark grey lights. The seats were tiny and thick and the wardrobes were less than random, but the atmosphere was sparkly nonetheless. A leap year or so passed, and then a waitress came up to me and said, &amp;quot;Hi, I'm Hyper, and I'll be your server. May I take your order?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&amp;quot;Cow cow!!&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;It's about time. I've been sitting here for a leap year! I'd like a bowl of turnip, the turnover and peppers dinner plate with extra peppers, hold the popevers, and a petri dish of buttermilk.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;My food came promptly -- it took about a season, by my watch. I must say, I enjoyed the meal, especially the peppers, though I spilled some buttermilk on my ballgown. I had the leftovers put in a disposible plastic water bottle so I could take it home. I'm going back tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saw &lt;i&gt;Happy Feet &lt;/i&gt;tonight. I was quite impressed. More sophisticated then I thought it would be. I won't ruin it for anyone who hasn't seen it, but It's a fun movie, and more then just dancing. but even so, who doesn't like dancing penguins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-116545007782427186?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/116545007782427186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=116545007782427186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116545007782427186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116545007782427186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/12/20-more-sleeps-til-christmas_06.html' title='20 more sleeps til christmas'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-116543624628877322</id><published>2006-12-06T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:18:40.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 more sleeps til christmas</title><content type='html'>I just realized I never posted this Mad lib that I saved.  Pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last night I visited the largest restaurant I have ever been to. It was located right in the middle of a field just outside of town. The name of the place, "Icelandic Lucy's," was lit up with big garish dark grey lights. The seats were tiny and thick and the wardrobes were less than random, but the atmosphere was sparkly nonetheless. A leap year or so passed, and then a waitress came up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Hyper, and I'll be your server. May I take your order?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cow cow!!" I said. "It's about time. I've been sitting here for a leap year! I'd like a bowl of turnip, the turnover and peppers dinner plate with extra peppers, hold the popevers, and a petri dish of buttermilk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My food came promptly -- it took about a season, by my watch. I must say, I enjoyed the meal, especially the peppers, though I spilled some buttermilk on my ballgown. I had the leftovers put in a disposible plastic water bottle so I could take it home. I'm going back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Happy Feet tonight. I was quite impressed. More sophisticated then I thought it would be. I won't ruin it for anyone who hasn't seen it, but It's a fun movie, and more then just dancing. but even so, who doesn't like dancing penguins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-116543624628877322?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/116543624628877322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=116543624628877322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116543624628877322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116543624628877322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/12/20-more-sleeps-til-christmas.html' title='20 more sleeps til christmas'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-116529138536060634</id><published>2006-12-04T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:03:05.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21 more sleeps til christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;my advent calendar chocolate was a four-leaf clover today. Not really  &lt;br /&gt;sure how that relates to christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;oooh,  and there was more snow today, so Patricia and I both tried to  &lt;br /&gt;catch snowflakes on our tongues. After looking at some vintage type  &lt;br /&gt;books in Ocad's library. And we still have a lot of work to do, but  &lt;br /&gt;we have a vision of what we want our wedding invites to look like.  &lt;br /&gt;think whimsical story book, where anything is possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-116529138536060634?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/116529138536060634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=116529138536060634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116529138536060634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116529138536060634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/12/21-more-sleeps-til-christmas.html' title='21 more sleeps til christmas'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-116520225429320446</id><published>2006-12-03T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:17:34.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>22 more sleeps til christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;First snowfall of the season tonight!.  it looked beautiful. I forgot  &lt;br /&gt;to try catch any on my tongue.  Maybe it'll still be snowing tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Goodnight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-116520225429320446?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/116520225429320446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=116520225429320446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116520225429320446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116520225429320446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/12/22-more-sleeps-til-christmas.html' title='22 more sleeps til christmas'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-116512456659327485</id><published>2006-12-03T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:24:33.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23 more sleeps til christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Today was Caedmon's 1st birthday!!  It was so exciting to see him&lt;br /&gt;play with all his parent's friends. And he loved his cake, and&lt;br /&gt;presents, and balloons and mostly the wrapping paper. I think he&lt;br /&gt;liked the attention too. You could see on his little face that&lt;br /&gt;something exciting was going on, and the excitement was for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;in other news, my beautiful bride-to-be bought a wedding dress today!&lt;br /&gt;I'm told it's vintage looking, and is mostly silk, sheer and tulle, and&lt;br /&gt;that her veil is handmade. I have not seen it, nor will I see it&lt;br /&gt;until or wedding day.  That is the tradition I'm told. The suprise&lt;br /&gt;will be good, I'm sure, but I'm mostly keeping to the tradition to&lt;br /&gt;appease a rather large number of people who not-so-gently try to&lt;br /&gt;impose this rather silly tradition onto others, namely me.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia also wrote me an email note just now to say goodnight.  : D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;oh!  and apparently it's Bing Crosby who sings with David Bowie, not&lt;br /&gt;Dean Martin. sorry deano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;and my chocolate was a poinsettia today. yum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-116512456659327485?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/116512456659327485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=116512456659327485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116512456659327485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116512456659327485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/12/23-more-sleeps-til-christmas.html' title='23 more sleeps til christmas'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-116503311475004702</id><published>2006-12-01T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:18:34.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24 sleeps til christmas…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Today, my friend, is the first day of december. A calcium enriched  &lt;br /&gt;december at that. 24 sleeps til christmas. 231 sleeps until our  &lt;br /&gt;wedding. December first means I got to open the first glorious paper  &lt;br /&gt;door of my advent calendar. A chocolate train today. It also means I  &lt;br /&gt;got to use a shiny new metropass card, see the next image on my  &lt;br /&gt;calendar and umm…  pay rent. A whole new month full of promise, like  &lt;br /&gt;a fresh blanked of snow upon the earth. Now, if only there was such  &lt;br /&gt;blanked of snow upon the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I brought in more of my christmas music to work today. We've already  &lt;br /&gt;been listening to holiday tunes for at least a solid week now, maybe  &lt;br /&gt;two. There are some new songs I want to add to my personal collection  &lt;br /&gt;this year, including Jack Johnson's cover of Rudolf, and Dean  &lt;br /&gt;Martin / David Bowie singing the little drummer boy (a true modern  &lt;br /&gt;classic).  Hmmm, speaking of christmas cheer I should really put up  &lt;br /&gt;my lights.  And they'll be at street level this year. I'm so excited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;yay.  welcome christmas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-116503311475004702?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/116503311475004702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=116503311475004702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116503311475004702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116503311475004702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/12/24-sleeps-til-christmas.html' title='24 sleeps til christmas…'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-116233870634585618</id><published>2006-10-31T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:51:46.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oooh.  More Hammy.</title><content type='html'>I just found out that you can read Over the Hedge comics online.  Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/hedge2006100104701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/400/hedge2006100104701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-116233870634585618?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/116233870634585618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=116233870634585618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116233870634585618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/116233870634585618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/10/oooh-more-hammy.html' title='oooh.  More Hammy.'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-115833047171451585</id><published>2006-09-15T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:27:52.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Agency</title><content type='html'>Agency.  That word rings in my ear so clearly. God in all his wisdom gave us choice and a free soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I not live like I am free?  Why do I hide away from my heavenly Father, who lavishly shows His love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, teach me to use my time for your glory and nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A New Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Derek Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vs. 1)&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me about politics and government&lt;br /&gt;just tell me who to vote for&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me about truth and beauty&lt;br /&gt;just label my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me how to live like a free man&lt;br /&gt;just give me a new law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pre-chorus)&lt;br /&gt;i don’t wanna know if the answers aren’t easy&lt;br /&gt;so just bring it down from the mountain to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;i want a new law&lt;br /&gt;i want a new law&lt;br /&gt;gimme that new law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vs. 2)&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me about moderation and liberty&lt;br /&gt;i prefer a shot of grape juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me about loving my enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t teach me how to listen to the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;just give me a new law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pre-chorus/chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;what’s the use in trading a law you can never keep&lt;br /&gt;for one you can that cannot get you anything&lt;br /&gt;do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;do not be afraid&lt;br /&gt;do not be afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-115833047171451585?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/115833047171451585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=115833047171451585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/115833047171451585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/115833047171451585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/09/agency.html' title='Agency'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-115656551406552885</id><published>2006-08-25T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:11:54.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>four things</title><content type='html'>Things you may not have known about me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;2. Setting up a wal-mart&lt;br /&gt;3. Computer teacher &lt;br /&gt;4. Designer at electric villages (yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies you would watch over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Three Amigoes&lt;br /&gt;2. Waking Ned Devine&lt;br /&gt;3. Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything Pixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sarnia (Sherwood Village)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarnia (North end)&lt;br /&gt;3. Scarborough&lt;br /&gt;4. Toronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Samurai Jack&lt;br /&gt;2. Iron Chef&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose Line is it Anyways&lt;br /&gt;4. The Muppet Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I've been on Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alberta&lt;br /&gt;2. Mexico&lt;br /&gt;3. Carribeans&lt;br /&gt;4. Northern Ontario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web sites I visit often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. veer.com/ideas&lt;br /&gt;2. Comics (via washington post)&lt;br /&gt;3. typophile.com&lt;br /&gt;4. homestarrunner.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sushi&lt;br /&gt;2. Leek &amp; Potato soup&lt;br /&gt;3. shepherds pie&lt;br /&gt;4. tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I'd rather be right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;2. At home chilling with Dan&lt;br /&gt;3. Packing to go to europe with Dan Yu&lt;br /&gt;4. Nunavut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger News:  I had to turn on word varification, I was getting too much spam. I hope it's not too much trouble for anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-115656551406552885?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/115656551406552885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=115656551406552885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/115656551406552885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/115656551406552885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/08/four-things.html' title='four things'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-115457430069658020</id><published>2006-08-02T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:05:00.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post-Camping Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I had a really amazing week.  I'll have to post some pictures for you to see once I get a little sleep.  But first; there was a very cool quote that I had meant to post before I left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Problem with soceity today is that people are too focused on themselves to care about the needs of others. Great change is brought about by ordinary people filling ordinary needs. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Steve Rouse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back it seems to mean a whole lot more to me.  and that second sentence is all the more poignent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-115457430069658020?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/115457430069658020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=115457430069658020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/115457430069658020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/115457430069658020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-post-camping-thoughts.html' title='Quick Post-Camping Thoughts'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-115404479374714265</id><published>2006-07-27T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:59:53.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you give a pig a pancake…</title><content type='html'>she'll want some syrup to go with it.  You'll give her some of your favourite maple syrup.  She'll probably get all sticky, so she'll want to take a bath. She'll ask you for some bubbles. When you give her the bubbles…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a really cool kids book I saw (and read) at indigo the other day.  I like the kids section because you can read the entire book in just a few minutes.  hmmm.  perhaps I should do that more often.  Either way it's a great book.  I think that it's title should become some sort of an idiom for describing a series of events.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like my life the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Michael is set to graduate:&lt;br /&gt;He'll have to work really hard.  And if he works really hard he'll spend most of may preparing for the ocad grad show. And if he spends that much time at school he'll probably accept an offer to go to Mexico for a week. And if he goes south for a week he'll surely get a sandal tan.  Sandal tans need aloe. If Michael wants to buy some aloe he'll need some money. And if he needs money, he'll need a job. If he's looking for a Job he may get some offers. If he receives a job offer he'll probably accept. If he accepts a job or two he'll be busy. If he's busy he won't have much time to move. If he doesn' have much time to move it will take him until nearly august to get his new apartment all painted (even if his dear girlfriend helps him out).  If it's nearly august it will be time to go camping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm,  and that, ladies and gentlemen brings up up to the present:  camping!   I'm looking forward to it a lot. It still doesn't seem like summer without a bonfire.  And it'll be Caedmons first camping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get back to organizing my apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;Now that my blog is out of its time warp, there will be less to update next time right?   But now that I've posted something I continue my tradition and post a song.  You know what they say…  if you give a pig a pancake  ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see what's happening&lt;br /&gt; (What?)&lt;br /&gt;And they don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt; (Who?)&lt;br /&gt;They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;Our trio's down to two.&lt;br /&gt; (Oh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet caress of twilight&lt;br /&gt;There's magic everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And with all this romantic atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Disaster's in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the love tonight?&lt;br /&gt;The peace the evening brings&lt;br /&gt;The world, for once, in perfect harmony&lt;br /&gt;With all its living things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a calm surrender&lt;br /&gt;To the rush of day&lt;br /&gt;When the heat of the rolling world&lt;br /&gt;Can be turned away&lt;br /&gt;An enchanted moment&lt;br /&gt;And it sees me through&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for this restless warrior&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight?&lt;br /&gt;It is where we are&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer&lt;br /&gt;That we got this far&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight&lt;br /&gt;How it's laid to rest?&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;Believe the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If they only learn&lt;br /&gt;That the twisting kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Moves us all in turn&lt;br /&gt;There's a rhyme and reason&lt;br /&gt;To the wild outdoors&lt;br /&gt;When the heart of this star-crossed voyager&lt;br /&gt;Beats in time with yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;Believe the very best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-115404479374714265?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/115404479374714265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=115404479374714265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/115404479374714265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/115404479374714265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-give-pig-pancake.html' title='If you give a pig a pancake…'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-114472758491168434</id><published>2006-04-10T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:54:11.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flowery Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;by Five Iron Frenzy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Beautiful day, wonderful feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like singing psalms, meaning songs, singing praises all day &lt;br /&gt;long.  Joy fills the weak, joy makes us strong.&lt;br /&gt;Filled 'till we burst, songs of praise to the God of the Universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Despite our selfish selves, despite all loss of hope,&lt;br /&gt;despite our lack of faith, despite our stony hearts,&lt;br /&gt;despite the waning moon,&lt;br /&gt;despite the ebbing tide of how we think this world should be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Praise God from whom all blessings flow,&lt;br /&gt;praise Him all creatures here below,&lt;br /&gt;praise Him above ye heavenly host,&lt;br /&gt;praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Gray rainy day, down in the mud for us.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel I can sing, songs to the God in control of the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;But what's good and bad, flow from the hands,&lt;br /&gt;of the God with the perfect plan.&lt;br /&gt;Filling us with joy, all of this will glorify.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;sort of a hymn,  oooh, I forgot that I wanted to bring a creed or &lt;br /&gt;doxology to church this week.  someone remind me next week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-114472758491168434?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/114472758491168434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=114472758491168434' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114472758491168434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114472758491168434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/04/flowery-song_114472758491168434.html' title='A Flowery Song'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-114229158266379822</id><published>2006-03-13T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:13:02.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;PRINCE OF PEACE&lt;br /&gt;– O.C. Supertones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Does the world ever seem like a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Some suffer but the other ones don’t care&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter if its going on elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;Like it doesn’t happen of it's not happening here&lt;br /&gt;Theres a girl with only a mother and her dad just won't seem to bother&lt;br /&gt;No love so she finds a lover&lt;br /&gt;Now she has a child who doesn’t have a father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Whoa O O I hope the Prince of peace is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;Whoa O O Yeah I hope the Prince of peace is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;Whoa O O We'll learn to make a plowshare from a gun&lt;br /&gt;Cause we won't need them when the kingdom comes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;When the Communists turn into the terrorists&lt;br /&gt;But the axis came before the soviets&lt;br /&gt;And before that came the confederates&lt;br /&gt;We’ll always have a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;You can count on this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;With every cure there comes another sickness&lt;br /&gt;The Earth dies with every bit of progress&lt;br /&gt;We've gone deaf to the cries of oppressed&lt;br /&gt;What we need is Jesus to redeem us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Whoa O O I hope the Prince of peace is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;Whoa O O Yeah I hope the Prince of peace is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;Whoa O O We'll learn to make a plowshare from a gun&lt;br /&gt;Cause we won't need them when the kingdom comes&lt;br /&gt;No we won't need them when the kingdom comes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Now the world doesn’t work cause we’ve broken it&lt;br /&gt;And we need dope or Prozac just to cope with it&lt;br /&gt;Now the beast speaks it's peace the congress&lt;br /&gt;Plans to Propagate&lt;br /&gt;Proposition 666&lt;br /&gt;Hitler’s still alive in the knives of abortionists&lt;br /&gt;And the news twist the truth like contortionists&lt;br /&gt;And they wonder what happened to humanity&lt;br /&gt;You say peace but were headed for calamity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Whoa O O I hope the Prince of peace is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;Whoa O O I hope the Prince of peace is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;Whoa O O We'll learn to make a plowshare from a gun&lt;br /&gt;Cause we won't need them when the kingdom comes&lt;br /&gt;We long for the day when we will see the heavens and the earth as they &lt;br /&gt;should be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-114229158266379822?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/114229158266379822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=114229158266379822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114229158266379822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114229158266379822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/03/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-114214346353370031</id><published>2006-03-12T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:04:24.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new way to blog…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'm going to try this nifty blogger feature that lets me email my &lt;br /&gt;writings instead of signing in to send them. Not that using the blogger &lt;br /&gt;site is hard, I just like to try new things every once in a while.  And &lt;br /&gt;plus, sending an email is a really simple thing to do,  especially if I &lt;br /&gt;only want to post a song or to write a sentence or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I woke up this morning to the zunrise, a little earlier then I normally &lt;br /&gt;do, which was perfect. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shinning &lt;br /&gt;brightly and it felt like spring. I took a walk then went to school to &lt;br /&gt;work for a few hours knowing that I was going to go over to see someone &lt;br /&gt;special tonight, not that we had any special plans, and we certainly &lt;br /&gt;aren't lacking in time spent together, but I was looking forward to &lt;br /&gt;getting together and building a bookcase. Meanwhile, I come home from &lt;br /&gt;school and find a message on my phone by a friend who I've been trying &lt;br /&gt;to find time to hang out with for some time. hmmmm. decision time.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll admit what I chose in the end wasn't my first choice. But I did &lt;br /&gt;have fun, we played some chess, talked about evangelism and missions, &lt;br /&gt;ate some burritos (from this cool kensington restaurant {I got a yam &lt;br /&gt;burrito} mmm) and rented a movie. Still, the entire time I wished I &lt;br /&gt;could have gone up to 4 Burlington. I don't know why. I guess it's just &lt;br /&gt;more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me kind of think about loving those around us. It's funny, &lt;br /&gt;others seem to have a problem with those who are unlovable or who think &lt;br /&gt;different because they do think very differently. They seem to wonder &lt;br /&gt;how people can be so cruel, or insensitive to others around them, not &lt;br /&gt;realizing that everyone has a story. Or getting frustrated when people &lt;br /&gt;fail to make changes in their own life, yet are always crying out for &lt;br /&gt;help. And I'm still wrestling with the concept of how we can lead &lt;br /&gt;others lovingly to change without having an “agenda”.  But when it &lt;br /&gt;really comes down to showing Christ to people, and having a passion for &lt;br /&gt;those who don't know Him, I find myself disturbingly apathetic. There's &lt;br /&gt;a line in a relient k song that goes like this “It seems our fate is &lt;br /&gt;something we've already embraced”.  And it's true. The souls of my &lt;br /&gt;friends, profs and classmates don't stir me to prayer, much less stir &lt;br /&gt;me enough to talk to them.  Something needs to change Lord Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;soften my heart, break it if you must. Teach me to see your created &lt;br /&gt;beings, your children whom You breathed life into, as You do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;here's the rest of that song…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;APATHETIC WAY TO BE&lt;br /&gt;– Relient k&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Yeah, I'm not angry&lt;br /&gt;and no, I'm not upset&lt;br /&gt;it's taken me awhile&lt;br /&gt;but this is what I've learned&lt;br /&gt;emotional attachment is really not a threat&lt;br /&gt;when I'm simply not concerned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The things that I take on&lt;br /&gt;I soon shrug off&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know no one&lt;br /&gt;will ever be content&lt;br /&gt;with the way things are&lt;br /&gt;or with what they've got&lt;br /&gt;so I've given up and now I'm just indifferent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You will laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;like I'm not happy&lt;br /&gt;with anything, any time, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;and the half of me's all about apathy&lt;br /&gt;and the other half just doesn't care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I must admit;&lt;br /&gt;all the words you spoke, I hated&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't see just how I can be motivated&lt;br /&gt;I'm left to break a sweat over a dying race&lt;br /&gt;it seems our fate is something we've already embraced&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Yeah, I'm not angry,&lt;br /&gt;and no, I'm not upset&lt;br /&gt;it's taken me awhile&lt;br /&gt;but this is what I've learned&lt;br /&gt;emotional attachment is really not a threat&lt;br /&gt;when I'm simply not concerned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You will laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;like I'm not happy&lt;br /&gt;with anything, any time, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;and the half of me's all about apathy&lt;br /&gt;and the other half just doesn't care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Yeah, bein' apathetic's a pathetic way to be  (I don't care)&lt;br /&gt;What matters to you does not matter to me  ('cause I don't care)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So take a wild guess&lt;br /&gt;it's like I just couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;if all the things you find impressive&lt;br /&gt;just blew up and made those messes&lt;br /&gt;that you'll frantically repair&lt;br /&gt;like kissing leopards at the fair&lt;br /&gt;and all the while you're unaware&lt;br /&gt;for this, you really shouldn't care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;but it's so hard to see the reality&lt;br /&gt;that the end will be the end of things&lt;br /&gt;and our hearts are all we get to bring&lt;br /&gt;so let's go ahead and make them worth something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You will laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;like I'm not happy&lt;br /&gt;with anything, any time, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;and the half of me's all about apathy&lt;br /&gt;and the other half just doesn't care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'm well aware that everything&lt;br /&gt;is a far cry from all right&lt;br /&gt;I'm well aware that all of us&lt;br /&gt;can at times, be too uptight&lt;br /&gt;and possibly, the remedy&lt;br /&gt;is a dose of apathy&lt;br /&gt;You point your finger at you&lt;br /&gt;I'll point mine right back at me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;sort of a long song, and it's really upbeat. seeing just the words &lt;br /&gt;makes it sound a little too depressing. As christians we should examine &lt;br /&gt;our thoughts, and being apathetic is well … a pathetic way to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I would have liked to come to York today too. It sounds neat. I know &lt;br /&gt;Nick Shinn teaches typography there...&lt;br /&gt;But that's another point althogether.  Tell ‘ba’ I said hi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;It's late.   good night!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-114214346353370031?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/114214346353370031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=114214346353370031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114214346353370031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114214346353370031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-way-to-blog.html' title='new way to blog…'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-114208700476517896</id><published>2006-03-11T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T09:23:24.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starmikes</title><content type='html'>Forget about working at a café if I can't find a job immediately after I graduate.  I think I'll open my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/Jasonbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/400/Jasonbucks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-114208700476517896?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/114208700476517896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=114208700476517896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114208700476517896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114208700476517896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/03/starmikes.html' title='Starmikes'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-114082755228801341</id><published>2006-02-24T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:32:32.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>at school</title><content type='html'>it's friday night, and I'm at school working.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.  I pretty much started living at the school this week, and I'll keep going until the end of the semester. It's actually quite nice,  It helps me keep my sanity, and I get more work done.  Speaking of work, I should get back to that.  But I wanted to post a funny Michael w. smith song that's been in my head the last couple of days.  kind of describes my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Me Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like this world is just one big gigantic merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;You gotta hold on tight or you get hurled through the air&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, life is a 3 ring circus With clowns and freaks and camels and such&lt;br /&gt;And you never know when you might be attacked by the bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, give me love&lt;br /&gt;Love me good&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, give me love&lt;br /&gt;Love me good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm afraid of my own shadow and then&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can feel as bold as Gengis Khan&lt;br /&gt;But I could never live in a yurt on a diet of Mongolian barbeque&lt;br /&gt;I conqure the world for a moment Then the moment is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us take a moment now to bow our heads and pray&lt;br /&gt;if only to give thanks for making it through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was in a movie or some 70's TV thing&lt;br /&gt;Where everything gets neatly wrapped by the end of the show&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but this ain't Hollywood and this sure ain't the Brady Bunch&lt;br /&gt;and how this plot's gonna all pan out I don't really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, give me love&lt;br /&gt;Love me good&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, give me love&lt;br /&gt;Love me good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,  light the fire within me afresh.  I want to do so much more for you then just giving thanks for making it through the day, although these days, I must admit I am quite thankful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-114082755228801341?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/114082755228801341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=114082755228801341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114082755228801341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/114082755228801341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-school.html' title='at school'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-113937344517662019</id><published>2006-02-07T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:39:32.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>1.  Communication is a good thing. And it is definitely cool to talk things over with others, because we can only see part of the picture ourselves. I think that's why God established the Church, and why relationships are so important to life. brainstorming is cool too, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I've been getting all excited about buying a new mac towards the end of the semester. But presently I've been reminded by  Jim that I should wait until I get a job first. I'll probably be provided with a computer for studio use, and likely won't need too powerful of a computer for home use.....  wise advice.   but I still waaant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bone is freakin awesome. Tis a graphic novel I'm reading now, and I must say the best part is that I have no idea what's coming next, unlike LOTR or Narnia where so many people have read it before me.  I love Bone, such a good story, so funny.  Dan, you are my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm at the part in Job where God begins to speak. It's a challenging book to read, but this makes it all worthwhile.  Still not sure what I think of Elihu;  he's right about God more often then the other three, but he still misjudges Job, and he's pretty arrogant. Additionally neither Job nor God Himself talk about the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  So my girlfriend's dad seems to like me. &lt;i&gt;He's&lt;/i&gt; the one who's been inviting me to all of the family get-togethers, which is really cool. I'm quite stoked about that. He doesn't talk too much though, and mostly in chinese.  hmmmmm, maybe I should bring back the high five.  yeah, definitely the high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think I'll play you a song from Bedouin SoundClash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; When The Night Feels My Song &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the rocky road, &lt;br /&gt;Heading down off the mountain slope,&lt;br /&gt;And as my steps echo (echo) louder than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day is done,&lt;br /&gt;Say good-bye to the setting sun,&lt;br /&gt;See what i found, turn back to the ground just like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey heeeyyy, hey hey hey (hey!)&lt;br /&gt;HEY Beautiful Day (hey! hey!)&lt;br /&gt;HEY Beautiful Day.&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeyyyy, hey hey hey (hey!)&lt;br /&gt;HEY Beautiful Day (hey! hey!)&lt;br /&gt;HEY Beautiful Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night feels my song,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home, I'll be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the yonder grove,&lt;br /&gt;Twist and turn on a lonley road.&lt;br /&gt;In the twilight the day turns to night and i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;And when the light has left,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure of my every step.&lt;br /&gt;Follow the wind that pushes me west back to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey heeeyyy, hey hey hey (hey!)&lt;br /&gt;HEY Beautiful Day (hey! hey!)&lt;br /&gt;HEY Beautiful Day.&lt;br /&gt;Heeeyyy, hey hey hey (hey!)&lt;br /&gt;HEY Beautiful Day (hey! hey!)&lt;br /&gt;HEY Beautiful Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night feels my song,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home, I'll be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night feels my song,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home, I'll be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night feels my song,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home, I'll be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-113937344517662019?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/113937344517662019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=113937344517662019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113937344517662019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113937344517662019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/02/5-thoughts-for-today.html' title='5 Thoughts for today'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-113908533455776975</id><published>2006-02-04T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:35:34.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>raining</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well can't you see that it's just raining&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no need to go outside...&lt;br /&gt;But Baby, You hardly even notice&lt;br /&gt;when I try to show you &lt;br /&gt;this song is meant to keep ya&lt;br /&gt;from doing what you're supposed to&lt;br /&gt;waking up too early&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can sleep in&lt;br /&gt;make you banana pancakes&lt;br /&gt;pretend like it's the weekend now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can pretend it all the time, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that it's just raining&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no need to go outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just maybe, &lt;br /&gt;halaka ukulele&lt;br /&gt;mama made a baby&lt;br /&gt;Really dont mind the practice&lt;br /&gt;cause you're my little lady&lt;br /&gt;lady lady love me&lt;br /&gt;cause I love to lay here lazy&lt;br /&gt;we could close the curtains&lt;br /&gt;pretend like there's no world outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can pretend it all the time&lt;br /&gt;and Cant you see that it's just raining&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no need to go outside&lt;br /&gt;ain't no need ain't no need Mmmm MMmmm&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;rain all day&lt;br /&gt;and I dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the telephone singing&lt;br /&gt;ringing it's too early&lt;br /&gt;don't pick it up&lt;br /&gt;we don't need to we got everything&lt;br /&gt;we need right here&lt;br /&gt;and everything we need is enough&lt;br /&gt;just so easy&lt;br /&gt;when the whole world fits inside of your arms&lt;br /&gt;do we really need to pay attention to the alarm?&lt;br /&gt;wake up slow, mmm mmm wake up slow&lt;br /&gt;But baby You hardly even notice&lt;br /&gt;when I try to show you &lt;br /&gt;this song is meant to keep ya&lt;br /&gt;from doing what you're supposed to&lt;br /&gt;waking up too early&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can sleep in&lt;br /&gt;make you banana pancakes&lt;br /&gt;pretend like its the weekend now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can pretend it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see that its just raining&lt;br /&gt;aint no need to go outside&lt;br /&gt;aint no need aint no need&lt;br /&gt;rain all day &lt;br /&gt;and i really really really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta wake up slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-113908533455776975?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/113908533455776975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=113908533455776975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113908533455776975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113908533455776975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/02/raining.html' title='raining'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-113755628444356950</id><published>2006-01-17T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:51:24.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>every third blink is slower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/Volkswagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/400/Volkswagon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm telling you man,  every third blink is slower."  - hippy volkswagon van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to post that picture for a long time, it makes me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to see the next pixar movie. I love pixar, it's a shame they don't operate out of Toronto, or I would try to get a job. Same thing goes for Big Idea, although I would be much more willing to live in the states if I was sure I could land a job at a christian animation company. I'm starting to get a little freaked out about finding a job. I was working on my résumé this afternoon and there is so much to consider. My prof gave us a 5 page list of types of businesses we could apply to, yikes. I'm thinking of printing parts of my résumés by hand, to make them unique and have a little fun at the same time, so I am looking forward to that. I also know (semi-officially) that I will have enough courses to graduate this june. And I know that if I can make 49 flip-books in one week there isn't much I can't do. (thank you, thank you for the help again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I organized my notes again this afternoon, it's insane how much I have to do for my classes this year.  I have about 12 different projects that I'm working on at any given time this semester.  I really don't know how I'm keeping up. It's kind of scary really. I hope I don't sound like I'm complaining. It's fun.  perhaps I shall say it's a little too fun.  yes, my life is a little too fun right now.   :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to the rain all day. very soothing. &lt;br /&gt;stuck inside my apartment though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let Your Day Begin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tree 63&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord are You still coming?&lt;br /&gt;This world is all in shame&lt;br /&gt;Everything is broken&lt;br /&gt;But You remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on me, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I can't take one more step&lt;br /&gt;The lights go out all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Your face&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear Your voice&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay my burden down&lt;br /&gt;I want to run to You&lt;br /&gt;Forever dance with You&lt;br /&gt;I long for night to end&lt;br /&gt;Lord let Your day begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sons of men are hiding&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be free&lt;br /&gt;They're yearing to escape You&lt;br /&gt;For liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want, Lord Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Only You can give&lt;br /&gt;When the light goes out all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Your face&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear Your voice&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay my burden down&lt;br /&gt;I want to run to You&lt;br /&gt;Forever dance with You&lt;br /&gt;I long for night to end&lt;br /&gt;Lord let Your day begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it come, Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-113755628444356950?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/113755628444356950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=113755628444356950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113755628444356950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113755628444356950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/01/every-third-blink-is-slower.html' title='every third blink is slower.'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-113682452277500678</id><published>2006-01-09T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:35:23.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning, gooood morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sleep - Riley Armstrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking straight at the light&lt;br /&gt;it never used to be that bright last night&lt;br /&gt;but it's a new day with fuzz in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;alarm is still ringing when I open the blinds&lt;br /&gt;how do these people do it&lt;br /&gt;they are like driving around like there's nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;I imagine it's like the medication their on&lt;br /&gt;or probably just the coffee but&lt;br /&gt;one thing is certain in life&lt;br /&gt;and that is that today I'm going to eat cereal&lt;br /&gt;mmmhm, today I'm going to eat cereal&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on let's get our priorities straight&lt;br /&gt;but before I know it I'm out the door late&lt;br /&gt;just trying to catch some rat or some race&lt;br /&gt;or something I'm not quite sure what it is&lt;br /&gt;so for now I just best keep moving&lt;br /&gt;and by nine a.m. my brain and my body&lt;br /&gt;finally decide to meet&lt;br /&gt;and we come to the same conclusion as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that I never get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;sleep, no I never get enough&lt;br /&gt;always waking up tired&lt;br /&gt;sleep, no I never get enough&lt;br /&gt;if I don't show up I might get fired&lt;br /&gt;sleep, no I never get enough&lt;br /&gt;always waking up tired&lt;br /&gt;sleep, no I never get enough&lt;br /&gt;if I don't show up I might get fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they call it commuting&lt;br /&gt;but I think they should call it intravenous&lt;br /&gt;cause it's what I need every time I get&lt;br /&gt;stuck behind a truck, just trying to turn left&lt;br /&gt;just trying to turn left, why are you trying to turn left&lt;br /&gt;why don't you park your silly cube van&lt;br /&gt;hop in I'll drop you off or something&lt;br /&gt;cause at this rate we'll both be late&lt;br /&gt;but I'd rather be late than sitting here doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;and by nine a.m. my brain and my body&lt;br /&gt;finally decide to meet&lt;br /&gt;and we come to the same conclusion as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that I never get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 8:30 class this year.  I love morning classes, but I've gotten too used to waking up at 10:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;and yep,  I finished my essay last semestre,  Now I'm working on flip books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of pictures I want to post from the holidays,  so expect more updates soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-113682452277500678?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/113682452277500678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=113682452277500678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113682452277500678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113682452277500678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-morning-gooood-morning.html' title='good morning, gooood morning!'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-113228999211496950</id><published>2005-11-17T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:59:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>half way done.</title><content type='html'>Ok,  I'm at the Bauhaus now,  a little over halfway through.  I can see a light at the end of this tunnel.   I think I may actually have more to write, and possibly go slightly above the maximum word count.  That would make me very proud. I don't think I've ever exceeded the maximum.   I guess I'm a concise individual,  but my essays are normally the minimum amount of words, and few more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I wrote an outline for this one,  so my thoughts are better organized.  ha ha,   this may well be the very last essay I will ever have to write.  That sounds weird to say for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does make this one seem like less of a big deal though,  being the last and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll even savour the experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-113228999211496950?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/113228999211496950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=113228999211496950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113228999211496950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113228999211496950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/11/half-way-done.html' title='half way done.'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-113225540562162383</id><published>2005-11-17T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:23:25.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>essay writing, rewriting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/ft051114.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/400/ft051114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least being able to write essays faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on mike,  you can do it.  I think I'll check my email,  then start to write again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-113225540562162383?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/113225540562162383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=113225540562162383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113225540562162383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113225540562162383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/11/essay-writing-rewriting.html' title='essay writing, rewriting'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-113041780861268209</id><published>2005-10-27T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:00:21.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Johhny Depp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/Depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/400/Depp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone really know what he looks like?  I think not.  I mean, come on people, he doesn't even look the same in these two pictures. Sometimes he's a pirate, sometimes he's animated or has scissor hands, is dancing with a dog or is running some freaking chocolate factory.  seriously this guy is a weirdo and probably has some huge self image issues.  I mean look at his picture, this is the type of guy you expect to see on a milk carton.  maybe he doesn't even recognize himself in a mirror anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,  so maybe I'm just oblivious, but not recognizing Johnny Depp in a movie really is no means for ridicule. It's not like I'll ever meet him or anything.  Maybe he's such a good actor I couldn't even tell it was him.  Maybe I was drawn into the story.  oooh,  I like that one.  ok that's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm  yogurt pocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/yogurt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/320/yogurt1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-113041780861268209?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/113041780861268209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=113041780861268209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113041780861268209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113041780861268209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/10/johhny-depp.html' title='Johhny Depp'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-113041687267680450</id><published>2005-10-27T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:41:12.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Googlisms</title><content type='html'>googlisms seem to be the trend this week.  &lt;br /&gt;Michael is probably the most popular western name, and Young is also a very common english last name, so I decided to post my top twenty favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Googlisms for Michael Young&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. michael young is very professional and friendly&lt;br /&gt;2. michael young is second with 16 points&lt;br /&gt;3. michael young is managing director for russia&lt;br /&gt;4. michael young is torn from the throne&lt;br /&gt;5. michael young is one of the best kept secrets in the northwest&lt;br /&gt;6. michael young is working on his history thesis when he accidentally bumps into a physicist called leo zuckermann&lt;br /&gt;7. michael young is overcoming his offensive struggles in a big way&lt;br /&gt;8. michael young is an experienced communicator&lt;br /&gt;9. michael young is a master of comfort food&lt;br /&gt;10. michael young is every bit as terrific a ballplayer as i have been trying to tell you for a long time now&lt;br /&gt;11. michael young is still able to romp and play with his pet poodle at his home&lt;br /&gt;12. michael young is approved by the national certification board for therapeutic massage and bodywork&lt;br /&gt;13. michael young is positioned for a great year&lt;br /&gt;14. michael young is features editor of &lt;i&gt;islam for today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. michael young is a very dynamic speaker focused on providing you with the information you need  (16. michael young is exploring how to do just that)&lt;br /&gt;17. michael young is a composer and lecturer at the school of art&lt;br /&gt;18. michael young is said to be a “very competent solicitor” who “provides good advice on difficult issues”&lt;br /&gt;19. michael young is available for lectures to your civic group or organization &lt;br /&gt;20. michael young is still young &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm,  I should go back and try &lt;i&gt;mike&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-113041687267680450?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/113041687267680450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=113041687267680450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113041687267680450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/113041687267680450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/10/googlisms.html' title='Googlisms'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112952196825791260</id><published>2005-10-17T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:06:08.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn your eyes upon Jesus</title><content type='html'>O soul, are you weary and troubled?&lt;br /&gt;No light in the darkness you see?&lt;br /&gt;There’s a light for a look at the Savior,&lt;br /&gt;And life more abundant and free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Turn your eyes upon Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Look full in His wonderful face,&lt;br /&gt;And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,&lt;br /&gt;In the light of His glory and grace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through death into life everlasting&lt;br /&gt;He passed, and we follow Him there;&lt;br /&gt;Over us sin no more hath dominion—&lt;br /&gt;For more than conquerors we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Word shall not fail you—He promised;&lt;br /&gt;Believe Him, and all will be well:&lt;br /&gt;Then go to a world that is dying,&lt;br /&gt;His perfect salvation to tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112952196825791260?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112952196825791260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112952196825791260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112952196825791260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112952196825791260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/10/turn-your-eyes-upon-jesus.html' title='Turn your eyes upon Jesus'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112921273456887311</id><published>2005-10-13T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:26:41.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin π</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/DSCF2886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/320/DSCF2886.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm...   pumpkin pie with whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good thanksgiving at home, I got to see my family and have a time of rest at home.  I truly appreciated it.  I had a chance to hang out with my brother (even help him with some design he needed to do for the school paper) and my mom and laugh with my dad about solar powered air conditioners in cars.  (a funny idea,  since solar powered cars are extremely hot because of the solar cells,  so in order to stay cool, you would need to use all the power generated by the solar cells to run the ac)  trying to explain it makes it much less funny, but we were having a good laugh over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on sunday night, when we had our thanksgiving chicken,  we invited our aunt over.  This is our aunt who left my uncle (dad's brother) who is currently being an idiot.  I know idiot is a harsh word, but he really has his priorities messed up and his family is falling apart — yet he doesn't seem to care.  So it was cool having her over and showing the love of God to her,  and we are praying that my uncle wises up and takes the effort to get his life in order,  because she would come back even if he showed the signs of starting to change,   but he doesn't  :' (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a harder time since I've been back this week though.   kind of looking forward to the weekend, but I know that I can't just shake it off as being tired and busy.  I've been trying to do stuff on my own again this week.  even blaming it on other people, canceled classes or even that I'm in my final year.  but the real issue is that I need to lay down all that stuff at the foot of the cross.   let go and let God.   humble π&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh,  it's foggy outside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;High of 75&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relient K&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking together&lt;br /&gt;I said, "what's up with this weather?"&lt;br /&gt;Dont know whether or not &lt;br /&gt;How sad I just got&lt;br /&gt;'Cause on my own volition.&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm just missing the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, I know, &lt;br /&gt;Will be rainy at best.&lt;br /&gt;And the forecast, I know,&lt;br /&gt;Is that I'll be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait outside&lt;br /&gt;Hopin that I'll catch sight of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Because on and off,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds have fought &lt;br /&gt;Their controll over the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately the weather&lt;br /&gt;Has been so Bi-polar&lt;br /&gt;And Consequently so have I&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sunny with a High of 75&lt;br /&gt;Since You took my heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;And made it light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its funny how you find&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your life&lt;br /&gt;When you're happy to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the temprature is freezing&lt;br /&gt;And then, after dark,&lt;br /&gt;There is a cold frost sweeping&lt;br /&gt;In over my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we might break up&lt;br /&gt;If I dont wake up to the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny with a High of 75&lt;br /&gt;Since You took my heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;And made it light (made it light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its funny how you find&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your life&lt;br /&gt;When you're happy to be...  Alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112921273456887311?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112921273456887311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112921273456887311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112921273456887311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112921273456887311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/10/pumpkin.html' title='pumpkin π'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112891471434396655</id><published>2005-10-09T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:26:40.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random as salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/t-randomG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/400/t-randomG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/VPR0001260_P2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/400/VPR0001260_P2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My spy (codename: microwave)  has scouted out the place of attack.  Now my secret agent (codename: computer) has infiltrated and is in position.   the revolution is upon us gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more about my thanksgiving weekend in a day or two.   I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,  this is a kerning hoodie.  best thing ever.  I want one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112891471434396655?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112891471434396655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112891471434396655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112891471434396655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112891471434396655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-as-salad.html' title='random as salad'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112735167540537973</id><published>2005-09-21T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:37:02.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>My communication assignment was a little misleading.&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a reading exercise, find the point of the article,  rather then make a pretty layout with it.  I guess I knew that was the point all along, but it's easier to get suckered into using a lot of graphic tricks and slick typography instead of actually presenting the readers message as clearly and succintly as possible.  Yea,  design still needs to be good.  But the designer's job is to draw people in close enough that they begin to read what is written, then it's the authors job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like being disciplined in reading the Bible,  you can't make God change you to be more like Him,  but what you can do is discipline yourself so that you are in the best place so that God can change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more cool quotes this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love God and enjoy Him forever"&lt;br /&gt;-John Calvin  (probably paraphrased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prayer from Jeff Deyo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got to get to the point in our lives where we actually believe God and His desires for us are truly the things that are going to make us the happiest, give us the most peace, and satisfy our souls.&lt;br /&gt;We talk about this, and we know in our minds that it's true. But somehow these beliefs don't make their way into our everyday lives. If they did wouldn't we be different? Wouldn't we act different? Wouldn't we talk different?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that we don't want to be happy or that we sabotage our own lives. Maybe we just don't really trust God. &lt;br /&gt;We've got to decide that no matter the cost, we've got to be satisfied in God. In Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, aren't you tired of having to read your Bible because you feel you have to? I want to want to love Jesus.  I want to long to spend time with Him. I want to get up in the morning and can't wait to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is more exciting or more valuable to me then God – is an idol.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like John Piper said in the pleasures of God  "God is most glorified in us, when we are most satisfied in Him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want God to be glorified in me, so I want to see what I can do to be most satisfied in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now,  internet isn't working at home so I'm at school.   I heart ocad.&lt;br /&gt;yayy,  supertones concert saturday.   and sarnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112735167540537973?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112735167540537973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112735167540537973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112735167540537973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112735167540537973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/09/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112688521290811595</id><published>2005-09-16T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:40:14.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/200/lightning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Keith Rushton has said so far about fourth year.  That it will pass by like lightning.  I believe it too.  I can hardly believe the level of work I have so far and this is my 8th day of classes.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my classes so far though.  I have Keith (ocad's design guru) for type and thesis. He is one of the best profs I've ever had,  but he stretches you so much in the process.  I leave most of his classes realizing I know nothing.   And then for editorial design,   I have George Haroutian. He's the awesome danish guy.  He seems extremely talented at design,  but he's a lot more laid back.  He says that in most of his classes, we'll do most of the talking.  I like that.  For Graphic design, A lot of what we gain is confidence,  and the ability to finally make educated decisions about design.  not just move stuff around until it looks "right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about this coming year.  but still rather worried (in a healthy way this time)  about the amount of work I am required to put in.  next semester: dead man walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to give Jim &amp; Marsha my computer.  well my PC anyways. I've been slowly migrating from my PC to my mac the last three years anyways, until this year when my PC was only getting in the way.  So I want to get it out of my way, and giving it to someone is a very good use for it.  Then they don't need to buy a new computer,  or struggle with using his thinkpad to hold all his new digital baby pictures.  If I were him I would stick to film for the first few months.  In twenty years will computers be able to read .jpg's ??  probably,  but film last longer.  But that's up to them.&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to give my PC to them,  not even sell it to them like I was originally thinking,  but give it to them.  Monitor, speakers, mouse, keyboard,  software and all.  I received it as a gift four years ago,  and it would make me happy to give it as a gift to someone else.  &lt;br /&gt;He's done so much for me he really deserves it.  Plus I was reading on Val's blob yesterday that we should not horde up treasures on earth but give to those in need.   It's a model of how the church really should work.  If I can meet someone's need and I can,  I should.  not just should,  but am called by God to do just that.  Plus it fits with a vision God gave me a few years ago,  about how I am not necessarily going to be a missionary, or a huge leader,  (phew!)  but am called to help those in need and live simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I really love to give gifts.  I started cleaning the keyboard last night.   I unscrewed and cleaned each key separately before putting it back together.  It looks new.  All the trapped dust and sesame seeds are gone.  So, now I only need to clean the stickers I put on the monitor and tower,  reinstall windows,  and last but not least download the ridiculous amount of updates needed to patch all the holes in windows.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like receiving gifts too.  And simple gifts are the best.  Getting an email that someone has taken the time to write down specifically for me can really make my day.  Just knowing that someone used the last 15 minutes before class to send me an email really makes me feel special.  Or making perogies and delicious turkey sausage for me when I'm busy acting like a geek.  In fact,  just putting up with me when I'm always talking about computers takes a really really gifted person.  Someone who offers to meet up with me just to talk, who daily teaches me to be humble and sensitively see the needs of other people, to put others before themselves and go out of their way to meet their needs.  someone who makes washing windows seem fun &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a gift.  yes,  yes you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112688521290811595?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112688521290811595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112688521290811595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112688521290811595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112688521290811595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/09/lightning.html' title='Lightning'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112606420827762665</id><published>2005-09-06T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:38:46.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>school tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I'm normally not the type to overemphasize things, but this past long weekend (last for the summer) was seriously the best weekend I've had all year. Each day was better then the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday I took a group of frosh for a tour around downtown.  I only really got lost once, although once that happened, my group was convinced I didn't know the way back to ocad.  Poor froshies.  It was a long walk too. We went from Dundas to Yonge, to Queen to Spadina up through China town to Kensington, Across College and back down McCaul. Then after that I went over to Jim &amp; Marsha's place to help install some carpet. Needless to say, we only got started, and the carpet didn't get finished until noon on monday, but that's another story in itself.   I guess installing carpet doesn't sound like the most fun in the world, but the part that I really like is just going over and hanging out. Jim and Marsha are always talking about how they want to create a sense of home and community, and I couldn't agree more.  I love it over there. You immediately feel like family. I'd rather spend my time over there then trying awkwardly to "bond" with people from class any day.  That's not to say I want to alienate myself from people I'm called to love,  but you need fellowship too.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday I went to the ex.  Good fun.  I'd never been before, so I had quite the time. I'll have to post a pic or two later.  It was EXciting, EXhilarating. I just like the name.  Had swiss waffles and saw butter sculptures. Saw lots of arts and crafts booths too. It was rather EXceptional just walking around in the sun.  And we met a giant cow. I agree.  talking over tea was good too.  unstressed me a little as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night church was church that we had on the beach. I taught trish how to skip her first stone. yay.  and bon fires at night make me so happy. There is just something about being outside singing songs to God, and listening to the greatest story ever told. around a warm fire.  There is something timeless about it.  ahhh bonfires.  what more can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally on labour day itself. I helped Trish and kitty move in.  Kind of tiring, but a good tired. Making the bed was fun too, It was like putting together a large lego toy. and I got to go out with her family for pho.  yummm.  Then at night we had another (even better) and homemade meal with roast beef.  And blueberry cheesecake for dessert.  For Jim's birthday.  He is old.  :p   And watching a movie was fun too.  Probably not really the movie itself (agent cody banks)  but to rest after a long day, and knowing that I'll be able to come over more often and just hang out with everyone.  feels like &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview tomorrow,  working on my portfolio and resumé all day.   and trying to declutter the old apartment a bit for school.  Kind of nervous about the interview, but I'm sure I'll do ok.  It'll be good practice whatever the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes start tomorrrrrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chic-chic-chic-chicken!&lt;br /&gt;Lay a little egg for me.&lt;br /&gt;OH! Chic-chic-chic-chicken,&lt;br /&gt;I want some with my tea.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had one since breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;and it's nearly half past three.&lt;br /&gt;sooo,  Chic-chic-chic-chicken,&lt;br /&gt;Lay a little egg for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an omelette today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112606420827762665?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112606420827762665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112606420827762665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112606420827762665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112606420827762665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-tomorrow.html' title='school tomorrow'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112559198798378368</id><published>2005-09-01T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:09:18.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/spock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/400/spock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of september, last day of work. first day of the rest of my life.  -_- ;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school is on wednesday,  so that means my summer is an earth shattering 6 days long!!  I'm not trying to sound sarcastic.  I'm looking forward to my small slice of summer.  The summer of mike.  I will live it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to these six days.  I'm giving a tour of the neighbourhood to all the froshies and directionally impaired friends of mine. I'm going to the ex!  For free!  I'm going with a group of froshies.  On sunday there will be a bonfire and beach service for church.  and more frosh week fun on tuesday.  I get to meet my group of new students I get to mentor first semester.  oooh,  and I'm thinking I may be helping you move in on labour day.  (as in todaybourday is labourday) hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated summer coming to an end last night. It was fun. went to france for a waffle. then sat and talked for a while. I'm a hopeless romantic at heart, and I must admit I was kind of frustrated I couldn't think of something a little nicer/more original to do. Although I must say it sounds better in writing. On the plus side, I'm sure that I'll only get better at coming up with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I've had a good summer this year. I didn't necessarily do all that I've wanted to, but I'm not going to let that get me down.  I really think I should have drawn more, or updated my website with my newer work. It's too easy to let guilt get the best of you. And it's sometimes hard to tell the difference between guilt and God given conviction. Although conviction is usually in regards to a particular sin in our lives, Guilt can be something that doesn't really have any spiritual or even logical basis and just keeps lingering. Something like "I should have done this instead of that" or "I really think I messed up everything by doing this" can have more of an impact on our lives, and our future then the greatest of conflicts or circumstances could ever cause. But the problem being that we don't see this lingering guilt as an issue so it remains bottled up. I think it's best to talk about it, and let others know so we can unbottle the guilt.  Hebrews 14 says that Christ was tempted just as we are. No doubt He felt the pain of guilt in His life as well. Probably about little things, such as why can't I be a better carpenter, if only I had used cedar instead of oak this project would have looked so much better.  and bigger things.  when He was tempted in the desert, I can only imagine that He must have dealt with guilt more then any of us being wholly God and wholly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need."  Hebrews 14: 15-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to meet that other designer (also italian and named lou) on wednesday,  so pray for me that I won't be too nervous. I get nervous about stuff like this.  I know I shouldn't worry.  but I still do.  funny (ha ha &amp; strange) how humans are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I look like a young Leonard Nemoy (aka Spock)  at least that's what Al told me on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think young michael will stick to juice and tea for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112559198798378368?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112559198798378368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112559198798378368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112559198798378368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112559198798378368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-day-of-work.html' title='Last day of work'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112534304658253635</id><published>2005-08-29T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:03:45.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've read fiction. Normally I read books about design, art, or christianity or more technical books about computers and such. I'm finding it really interesting reading fiction again.  Like an annoying kid at a movie theatre I'm yelling (in my mind) at the characters telling them what to do. "What are you doing??" "Don't you remember Aslan's mission?" "It was so simple, can't you remember it??  He even told you to say it before you go to sleep, and when you get up so you won't forget it.  Why aren't you listening???"&lt;br /&gt;then it hits me.  ouch.  I do the same thing every day. &lt;i&gt;what?!?&lt;/i&gt; I forget about my ever so simple mission. to recite it when I get up and when I lie down. to meditate on it day and night and not be distracted and lose sight of the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that we should be so heavenly minded either.  I think that as a church we have forgotten that God made us to enjoy life in His name. not to just say that, but to actually have fun!  read &lt;i&gt;numbers 14&lt;/i&gt; if you get the chance.  God actually calls us to have fun in his name.  seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun at church (morning and night :P ) yesterday...  and singing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh, the stuff that makes a twinkie,&lt;br /&gt;Ray, the guy who makes the twinkies,&lt;br /&gt;Me, the one I buy them for,&lt;br /&gt;Fah, a long, long, way to the twinkie store,&lt;br /&gt;Soh, I'll have another twinkie,&lt;br /&gt;Lah, la la la la la twinkie!!,&lt;br /&gt;Tea? no thanks! I'll have a twinkie&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us back to doh, twinkie! twinkie! twinkie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good day so far at work. my boss is on vacation this week so I get the whole office to myself. Although there has already been some confusion about a certain print job. I'm sure it will all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from a designer saying that my prof had recommended me to do some freelance work from him!  I'm stoked. Lou Ceccato actually recommended me to one of his colleagues. For those of you who don't know, Lou Ceccato is this amazing italian designer and a prof of mine last semestre.  He's done work for sportchek, the beer store, sobey's and a whole bunch of packaging including the new nature valley granola bars.  Definitely one of my favourite profs here at ocad. and he chose to recommended me?  whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear about the project.  This would be the first time that I'd be doing real work for a real senior designer. That could be a major asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever get the feeling that you're falling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silkscreened myself a hoodie saturday.  I'll have to post a pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112534304658253635?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112534304658253635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112534304658253635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112534304658253635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112534304658253635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/08/narnia.html' title='Narnia'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112517238422702861</id><published>2005-08-27T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:26:59.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McDull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/1600/mcdull2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3674/1468/200/mcdull2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a funny movie. Cil is quite right, very philosophical. Although it is pretty weird in parts, but the restaurant scene at the end is hilarious, and the 3d city was pretty unbelievable too. &lt;br /&gt;Had some chinese buns for the first time yesterday. bbq pork and spam. They are very round and puffed up with air,  very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of chinese,  walking to work I see a bunch of old chinese people doing tai-chi in the grange park every morning.  I really want to join in.  I don't know tai-chi at all, but it looks surprising easy.  easier then vbs action songs anyways. So my plan is to join them one of these mornings.  what if they talk to me you might ask.  well.....  I've been thinking about that too. so here is my list of random comments to say if anyone begins to talk to me in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a japanese car.&lt;br /&gt;5. uncoooked riiiiice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. back off, get your own sandwich  (i-yah!)&lt;br /&gt;3. do you think I'm pretty?&lt;br /&gt;2. don't rock the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the number one thing to say if people disturb me in the middle of tai-chi.&lt;br /&gt;1. waaaaaaah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the third book in the narnia series on the subway last night. I'll have to agree dano, The &lt;i&gt;Dawn Treader&lt;/i&gt; is a good one.  Although I haven't read &lt;i&gt;A Horse and his Boy&lt;/i&gt; yet, so it's hard to compare.  CS Lewis has put a lot of cool allegory into these books, There is one scene in &lt;i&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/i&gt; that has really stuck out in my mind. Lucy is back in Narnia a year or two after her first visit, and she sees Aslan again.  (Aslan is the Jesus/God character in these books) And she remarks how Aslan has grown much bigger then the last time she saw him.  He replies "That is because you are older, little one". "Not because you are?" asks Lucy.   " I am not" spoke Aslan "But every year you grow, you will find me bigger"&lt;br /&gt;How true is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be reading more though,  my original plan was to have the series done by the time school started.  And I'm only halfway through.  I'm a bit of a slow reader. I'm so excited that the movie is coming out this year too. I normally see the movie first and then read the book after. Not this time. &lt;i&gt; puhahahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wondering who the magician is. I thought he was God. but the whole dufflepud thing is confusing me. wait, isn't God the Emperor. Who's the magician. Is he moses?  maybe I'm reading into it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think I might do some screenprinting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112517238422702861?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112517238422702861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112517238422702861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112517238422702861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112517238422702861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/08/mcdull.html' title='McDull'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112499698590513767</id><published>2005-08-25T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T15:41:20.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>no.  I didn't go out and buy a cell phone  (or reactivate the one I currently have for that matter)  But I've had this funny Riley Armstrong song going through my head (always something crazy playing on mike-radio) all week. I could probably write it down without looking up the words,  it's pretty short.  here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cell Phone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my cell phone in the wash-ing, mach-ine&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think it's ever going to ring, a-gain&lt;br /&gt;It's been lost, it's been dropped; It's never drowned before,&lt;br /&gt;and I hate the thought of going back to that cell phone store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my cell phone in the wash-ing, mach-ine&lt;br /&gt;and this accident's going to cost me, cha-ching&lt;br /&gt;would it help it out if I put in the dryer,&lt;br /&gt;or would the microwave work better? would it just catch on fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it sounds like I'm talking underwater,&lt;br /&gt;may I remind you always check your pockets,&lt;br /&gt;cause when my cell phone's waterlogged it won't anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but it's clean, oh it's clean... it's clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left it on the counter for three whole days,&lt;br /&gt;I left it sitting on the counter when I went away&lt;br /&gt;And when I got back home I put the battery back on,&lt;br /&gt;crossed my fingers, held my breath and pressed the power on.&lt;br /&gt;and to my surprise it lit up just fine.&lt;br /&gt;underwater half an hour—and it still had the right time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cell phone, my cell phone, my cell phone my cell phone.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it sounds like I'm talking underwater,&lt;br /&gt;may I remind you always check your pockets,&lt;br /&gt;cause when my cell phone's waterlogged it won't anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but it's clean, oh it's clean... it's clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,  that took a while,  I actually did have to type it out. That's ok, it was fun.  His cd's are very practical.  this one shows you how to rescue a waterlogged cell phone, and his last cd had a recipe for banana bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only have one week of work left. one week of august left too. It will feel kind of strange not working at ocad.  I've been working in the computer labs ever since about the first week of school. I've come to know a lot of people. been asked a lot of strange questions, and learned more about computers then I ever though possible in three short years. It's been fun. Having said that,  I'm getting really excited about my final year of school.  The extra time I gain from not working I can use towards my projects and church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking me my schedule for the fall, but it keeps slipping my mind.  Maybe I'll remember better if I type it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt; 12:00—2:50  History of GD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; 6:30—9:20  Concept w/ Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; 3:15—6:05  Type w/ Keith !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt; 6:30—9:20  Production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt; 3:15—6:05  Editorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget whom I have for editorial but I remember he came highly recommended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been praying about people in my life that God has placed so I can make a difference in their lives.  I don't know who or how yet, but people I can get to know better and pour into their life. Tell them the story of how they were was made in God's image to have a relationship with God. I actually want to tell people.  not cram christianity down their throats, but let them know that God made us to enjoy life, to enjoy the sun, the rain, birds chirping,  to find joy in the world around them, and to truly know love when all that is around them doesn't make sense. To enjoy a cold drink, a warm cup of tea, and not have to worry about what they will wear or when they will get their next meal. or what that meal will be.  But most of all to enjoy the relationship with God we were all custom made for.  To let people know that though we live in a fallen world, and of that there are consequences, that God's plan for loving community with Him and the people around us hasn't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I tell them?  will anybody listen?  Lord, teach me how to tell your story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112499698590513767?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112499698590513767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112499698590513767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112499698590513767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112499698590513767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/08/cell-phone.html' title='Cell Phone'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15749944.post-112490906622399789</id><published>2005-08-24T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:45:02.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Hymns and Type</title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love old hymns, modern worship music is cool and all, but they don't begin to compare with the depth of most hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come thou fount.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,&lt;br /&gt;Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;&lt;br /&gt;Streams of mercy, never ceasing,&lt;br /&gt;Call for songs of loudest praise.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me some melodious sonnet,&lt;br /&gt;Sung by flaming tongues above.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,&lt;br /&gt;Mount of Thy redeeming love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I raise my Ebenezer;&lt;br /&gt;Here by Thy great help I’ve come;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Safely to arrive at home.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sought me when a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;Wandering from the fold of God;&lt;br /&gt;He, to rescue me from danger,&lt;br /&gt;Interposed His precious blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O to grace how great a debtor&lt;br /&gt;Daily I’m constrained to be!&lt;br /&gt;Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,&lt;br /&gt;Bind my wandering heart to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,&lt;br /&gt;Prone to leave the God I love;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,&lt;br /&gt;Seal it for Thy courts above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O that day when freed from sinning,&lt;br /&gt;I shall see Thy lovely face;&lt;br /&gt;Clothed then in blood washed linen&lt;br /&gt;How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;&lt;br /&gt;Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,&lt;br /&gt;Take my ransomed soul away;&lt;br /&gt;Send thine angels now to carry&lt;br /&gt;Me to realms of endless day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second verse there is a reference to Ebenezer.  This is a reference to Samuel.  &lt;i&gt;Samuel took a stone and he named it Ebenezer, saying "Thus far has the Lord helped us." 1 Samuel 7:12 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, fount is an old english word for font.  so yes this blog's title both references hymns and type.  how fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15749944-112490906622399789?l=comethoufount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/feeds/112490906622399789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15749944&amp;postID=112490906622399789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112490906622399789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15749944/posts/default/112490906622399789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comethoufount.blogspot.com/2005/08/old-hymns-and-type.html' title='Old Hymns and Type'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15735123422960429745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://p4.xanga.com/45/13/45135a7a20d0654d06b868340874fc4a26068452.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
