<?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-7040639</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:50:54.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RogerBlogger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113859334789973281</id><published>2006-01-29T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:59:25.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to ...</title><summary type='text'>I've decided to move the blog over to a different address and platform.  Seemed like everyone has a blogspot, and no new templates are being developed for blogger.  It's time for something new.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://rogerblogger.wordpress.com/' title='Moving to ...'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113859334789973281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113859334789973281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2006/01/moving-to.html' title='Moving to ...'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113808434271612792</id><published>2006-01-23T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T22:50:43.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Home Makeover - Christina Edition</title><summary type='text'>Christina has graciously taken over this entry, as she had a much more interesting weekend than I did.
I'm not sure how many of you watch "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition", but it's one of my favorite shows. I can't get through an episode without crying, so I was super excited to learn they were coming to Houston to build a house. The minute I heard, I emailed in to volunteer (and luckily made it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113808434271612792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113808434271612792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2006/01/extreme-home-makeover-christina.html' title='Extreme Home Makeover - Christina Edition'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113752590334731190</id><published>2006-01-17T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:45:12.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Marathon</title><summary type='text'>Well, I finished my dream of completing a marathon, and my nipples look fine.  

Out of the 17,000 runners, I wanted to stand out in some way.  I thought about putting some funny or political message on my t-shirt... maybe something like "marathoners do it longer."  The night before the marathon, Christina ironed on my name on the front of a old Michigan t-shirt.  We were going to put a map of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113752590334731190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113752590334731190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2006/01/houston-marathon.html' title='Houston Marathon'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113686458627292948</id><published>2006-01-09T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:34:44.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Investing</title><summary type='text'>Today, while studying at Starbucks, I inadvertantly ran into the security guard at the old firm.  Tony's a big African American guy, who is usually dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, looks like he could be a police officer, but today he was strangely dressed as a business executive.  Seemed a bit odd and out of place, and usually at this time in the afternoon he would be sitting at his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113686458627292948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113686458627292948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2006/01/speaking-of-investing.html' title='Speaking of Investing'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113652674464246615</id><published>2006-01-05T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:53:44.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquidating my assets</title><summary type='text'>This week I cashed out everything I had left in my E-Trade account which was around a thousand.  Back in my sophmore year of college, I took the money that I had saved up from working at summer camp, and invested it in stocks at E-trade.  Back then I used Microsoft Money to print beautiful charts and reports about where I was spending money.  My parents were so impressed with my "fiscal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113652674464246615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113652674464246615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2006/01/liquidating-my-assets.html' title='Liquidating my assets'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113618405453184935</id><published>2006-01-01T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:36:14.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soda Pop</title><summary type='text'>My old alma mater Univ. of Michigan has been in the news because they dumped Coca-Cola as their supplier of pop.  Allegedly Coca-Cola was complicit in violence against union workers in Columbia and also bad water usage practices in India.  It's amazing what a huge ripple effect a couple of students have had, as there have been 200 news stories about this from the New York Times to the Taipei </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113618405453184935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113618405453184935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2006/01/soda-pop.html' title='Soda Pop'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113504604735988852</id><published>2005-12-19T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:34:07.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas - from Roger</title><summary type='text'>I've never been one to do much around the holidays.  Christina has been furiously writing personalized Christmas cards to dozens of people while I bask in the freedom of neither receiving nor sending.  I have been getting a whole bunch of Christmas cards at work though.  Some people are displaying their cards prominently on their desk as badges of love and admiration; I've shoved my in a desk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113504604735988852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113504604735988852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-from-roger.html' title='Merry Christmas - from Roger'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113462586332600019</id><published>2005-12-14T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:42:25.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Questions</title><summary type='text'>I've been trying to avoid blogging about work, because you never know who reads this stuff.  Recently we had some changes in the company handbook including one of the grounds for immediate dismissal.  Apparently disclosing or discussing raises, salaries, or bonuses amongst co-workers can result in dismissal without even a warning.  While no one has actually been fired for this, the policy seems a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113462586332600019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113462586332600019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/12/work-questions.html' title='Work Questions'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113393345385908251</id><published>2005-12-06T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:43:15.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's honeymoon</title><summary type='text'>It's been almost a year since the wedding, but Allen finally went on his honeymoon.  They went to Hawaii for a week and a half, and took nice cruise from one island to the next.  It looks like a whole 'nother world. Instead of MacDonald's apple pies, they have poi pies.  It's ok, because Allen brought me back some taro, so I can mash my own poi. Click the picture to see more from their vacation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113393345385908251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113393345385908251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-brothers-honeymoon.html' title='My Brother&apos;s honeymoon'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113374009753014761</id><published>2005-12-04T15:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:47:07.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electrolytes for 4 hours</title><summary type='text'>Over Thanksgiving, I went home to Dallas, so I missed our first super long run with my running group.  It was 19 miles, and I'm glad I missed it because they ended up running in the rain.  Afterwards I felt a little remorse for missing out, so yesterday I asked my running coach if she would run a couple of extra miles with me before practice.  I hit my highest total miles in one day, an insane 18</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113374009753014761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113374009753014761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/12/electrolytes-for-4-hours.html' title='Electrolytes for 4 hours'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113290832064076662</id><published>2005-11-25T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:01:55.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving sweet meats</title><summary type='text'>One of the ways that I can tell Thanksgiving is coming is by looking out my office window.  You see, across the street nine floors down is the honeybaked ham store, and all week, people have been lining up all day long to get their hands on a ham. My co-workers would intently check the line throughout the day, and time their pickup right around 3:00 p.m. when the line was the shortest.  I thought</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113290832064076662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113290832064076662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-sweet-meats.html' title='Thanksgiving sweet meats'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113226099816860486</id><published>2005-11-17T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:56:38.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running thoughts</title><summary type='text'>So last Saturday, I'm running next to a marathon veteran in the group, probably around 50 years old, and he asks me "is that a cotton t-shirt?"  I say "yes, I pretty much just put on what's clean."  Within the dozen or so people in the running group, everyone wears special tops like a synthetic tank top of some sort, also a water belt with several mini water bottles.  All of that seems a bit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113226099816860486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113226099816860486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/11/running-thoughts.html' title='Running thoughts'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113202141138897118</id><published>2005-11-14T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:39:26.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina's 23rd Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Apparently  other readers have been demanding an update, and because I'm a bit too lazy, Christina will be covering this entry.Here's how Christina's Birthday should have gone and below is how it went.

Special Features Editor Christina Chau is covering for RogerBlogger as he is ferverently training for his marathon. 

This past weekend was my 23rd birthday, and let's just say things did not go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113202141138897118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113202141138897118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/11/christinas-23rd-birthday.html' title='Christina&apos;s 23rd Birthday'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113123751133584299</id><published>2005-11-05T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:40:16.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I'll be doing in February</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't sure if I even wanted to put this on here, but blogs are for the good times and the bad, so here it goes.

On Thursday, the Texas bar website put up a list of people who passed.  It was during work hours, so I was constantly checking it at work every hour, and apparently the site was getting something like 100,000 hits an hour. I was worried, but I mentally prepared myself for both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113123751133584299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113123751133584299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/11/guess-what-ill-be-doing-in-february.html' title='Guess what I&apos;ll be doing in February'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113073739656846387</id><published>2005-10-30T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:14:35.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Workshop + Our Halloween Party</title><summary type='text'>This Friday was one day out of the year that everyone in the office loves - ah the annual firm workshop.  It's held at a Unitarian Church every year, which is unaffiliated with the firm.  In the morning, attorneys lead sessions on immigration law to help familiarize the staff with the larger picture.  Highlight of the day, if not the entire year, is the free lunch held at Todai.  It's not nearly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113073739656846387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113073739656846387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/10/office-workshop-our-halloween-party.html' title='Office Workshop + Our Halloween Party'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-113013000877566340</id><published>2005-10-23T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:02:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Astros</title><summary type='text'>On Friday, rather than dressing casual as we usually do at the office, we were encouraged to wear Astros t-shirts.  People were so pumped about the Astros, they brought radios into their offices so they wouldn't miss the game.  Yes, it is amazing that the Astros are in the World Series, but here's my question for all of you sports lovers or Houstonians.

Why do we care about the Astros?  I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113013000877566340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/113013000877566340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/10/astros.html' title='The Astros'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112960587830650991</id><published>2005-10-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:05:44.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Port of Houston Boat Tour</title><summary type='text'>Christina with a Korean boat carrying windfarm propellers

This might be a trip to skip, eventhough it is free.  It seems in every city there are certain eyesores that have to be justified.  In Midland for instance, there is a petroleum meseum that is free in order to justify the ugly oil refineries that putrify the air.  In Houston, the eyesore would be the port.  Sure the boatride was free, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112960587830650991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112960587830650991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/10/port-of-houston-boat-tour.html' title='Port of Houston Boat Tour'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112927089086807074</id><published>2005-10-13T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:33:02.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in the Dark</title><summary type='text'>Marathon training is going well for the most part.  On Monday, my left knee was feeling weird, not painful, but stiff.  Trying my best to keep up and lessen the strain on my joints.  I've been more or less either swimming, walking, or running every day this week.  The outdoor pool at my apartment has been getting cold, so I've been looking for indoor pools at the YMCA and the Jewish Community </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112927089086807074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112927089086807074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/10/running-in-dark.html' title='Running in the Dark'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112926932525138920</id><published>2005-10-13T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:56:00.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Video Ipod</title><summary type='text'>So Apple came out with the new video ipod as you might have heard.  It plays up to 150 hours of video (more than most tivo machines) on a 2.5 inch screen, and you can play mpeg's, music videos, and a couple of shows.  

A couple of thoughts.  1) Video is not going to catch on a quickly as music.  There aren't as many people downloading pirated shows and movies to watch on their ipods.  2) Plus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112926932525138920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112926932525138920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-video-ipod.html' title='New Video Ipod'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112877814791900526</id><published>2005-10-08T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:12:26.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Step</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever seen the MTV show "Made"?  They take some bitchy girl who wants to be homecoming queen, or dorky kid who wants to make the football team, they give them a "made" coach, and then tag along to see if they actually reach their goal.  I don't know why I like the show so much. Probably because it makes kids think they can achieve anything (with a camera following them around and a made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112877814791900526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112877814791900526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-step.html' title='The First Step'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112847834634794301</id><published>2005-10-04T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:22:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says there's nothing to do in Houston?</title><summary type='text'>Sure Houston is smoggy and congested, but there's a whole bunch of cheap and exciting stuff to do too. 

This weekend- Christina and I went to the spring version of the Bayou Arts Festival, best part of it was watching demonstrations on how the art was made.  10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Downtown. 
Next weekend -Just heard about Museum District Day on the radio.  Not only are 15 museums in the Houston </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112847834634794301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112847834634794301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-says-theres-nothing-to-do-in.html' title='Who says there&apos;s nothing to do in Houston?'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112836284164781777</id><published>2005-10-03T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:40:52.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><summary type='text'>After going to Yosemite, I decided that I needed to get back in the outdoors mode.  I set the goal of going camping overnight somewhere closer to home.  So this weekend I recruited (coerced) Christina to go to Sam Houston National Forest, which is only an hours drive.  Our options were limited because many of the state parks were closed due to Hurricane Rita.  We set up camp, and then did some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112836284164781777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112836284164781777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/10/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112806024353444078</id><published>2005-09-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:18:58.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interview</title><summary type='text'>Well.. not a interview for an open position, but rather a "courtesy interview" as they referred to it.  So in the immigration world, there exist very few large firms.  Within Houston, there are only two firms focusing on immigration that have more than five attorneys.  I work at one, and yesterday I interviewed with the other one.  It's kind of like the Richardson High School of immigration firms</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112806024353444078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112806024353444078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/interview.html' title='An Interview'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112789233026517337</id><published>2005-09-28T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:59:55.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Randomness</title><summary type='text'>Google keeps coming out with great stuff everytime I look around. Just yesterday they celebrated their 7th year of existence, and they released searchable videos. Last night I used it to watch a whole streaming episode of "Everybody Hates Chris" in the bathtub (which is where I am now).  You don't need to download the video or special software, it just plays...instantly.  I'm going to try and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112789233026517337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112789233026517337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/cool-randomness.html' title='Cool Randomness'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112763248370601589</id><published>2005-09-25T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:16:15.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>I'm beginning to cherish vacations now that spring, summer, and winter breaks will no longer exist, but the break, thanks to Hurricane Rita, has been like no other.  Almost a whole week off work without any guilt of not coming in. There is something uncanny about a whole city stopping, closing down everything, and just appreciating the fact that we are all alive.  A European friend of mine who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112763248370601589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112763248370601589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/better-than-thanksgiving.html' title='Better than Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112745072245705828</id><published>2005-09-22T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:45:22.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering what's going on Houston?</title><summary type='text'>Well, I made it out - took 9 hours from Houston to Dallas. Now I'm watching streaming video of the local news in Houston.  Good coverage, click the link. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.click2houston.com/video/5000985/detail.html' title='Wondering what&apos;s going on Houston?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112745072245705828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112745072245705828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/wondering-whats-going-on-houston.html' title='Wondering what&apos;s going on Houston?'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112733390938258789</id><published>2005-09-21T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:37:35.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To stay or not to stay</title><summary type='text'>So it's Wednesday afternoon, or at least 48 hours before Hurricane Rita will be arriving at our frontdoor.  If you are leaving, check the traffic map before you go. Houston Transtar  Looks like 59 north and the Hardy tollroad is some of the few routes that are not congested right now, and it's not even rush hour yet.  People are going a bit crazy over this; gas lines are getting to be thirty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112733390938258789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112733390938258789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-stay-or-not-to-stay.html' title='To stay or not to stay'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112650618296230317</id><published>2005-09-20T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:54:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting for the Check</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure why, but Chinese people are notorious for arguing over who gets to pay after a meal.  I've been to meals in Taiwan where Aunts are grabbing and yelling at each other, almost to the point where the check is getting stuffed down people's clothing to keep it from others.  One devious trick my Dad tried was pretending to go to the restroom, so that he could hand the waiter his credit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112650618296230317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112650618296230317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/fighting-for-check.html' title='Fighting for the Check'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112694212570947059</id><published>2005-09-17T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:00:14.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Yosemite</title><summary type='text'>
Two deer in front of a giant sequoia tree in Mariposa Grove, Yosemite. 

Many good pictures, but I think this is the most unique.  We were hiking up to see the Sequoia grove at the end of a grueling two mile trail, when my parents decided they had to stop.   I kept going, but I didn't have a tripod or anybody to take a picture, so nothing really to compare to the humongous trees.  Luckily these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112694212570947059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112694212570947059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-yosemite.html' title='More Yosemite'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112684970824342379</id><published>2005-09-15T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:49:41.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacationing with the parents again</title><summary type='text'>So I'm in California, hitting up Yosemite, Napa Valley and Lake Tahoe with my parents.  Would you imagine that in Yosemite, you can't get a lick of cell phone service, but they have free wireless internet.  It's my first time trully exploring California, and in some ways I can see why people who come here end up staying here.  

 
Taking the tram yosemite tour

Random Thoughts :

My Parents are </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/57612598@N00/sets/924987/' title='Vacationing with the parents again'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112684970824342379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112684970824342379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/vacationing-with-parents-again.html' title='Vacationing with the parents again'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112642003711482022</id><published>2005-09-10T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:03:11.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of a Blog</title><summary type='text'>Three years ago, I went back to Taiwan to visit my extended family and also pick up some Chinese.  Luckily I met and made several friends through Chinese school.  It was weird because we were the only older students learning remedial 3rd grade level Mandarin, but it was definately cool to be the oldest in the classroom (otherwise known as the one they keep holding back).  There was David, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112642003711482022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112642003711482022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/power-of-blog.html' title='Power of a Blog'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112614794241820335</id><published>2005-09-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:00:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nano</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who hadn't caught whiff of the newest ipod here it is.  The iPod Nano.  $199 for the 2GB version.  I'm not sure it's really a significant improvement considering it has half the storage of an ipod mini (4 GB at $199).

Also some excellent criticism of the new ipod phone - the "rockr". Something you rarely see stateside from the Mac magazines, written by the Guardian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112614794241820335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112614794241820335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/nano.html' title='Nano'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112607094705490536</id><published>2005-09-06T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:43:58.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthcare</title><summary type='text'>I found this compelling, maybe you will too. From kottke.org :

Sorry for the extensive quote, but this paragraph (along with the following one) in Malcolm Gladwell's article about health care in America does a fine job in laying out why it's failing:
 The U. S. health-care system, according to "Uninsured in America," has created a group of people who increasingly look different from others and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112607094705490536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112607094705490536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/healthcare.html' title='Healthcare'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112567068386695642</id><published>2005-09-02T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:58:45.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evacuees at the Astrodome</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from volunteering at the Astrodome. Last night at 1:00 a.m. the city government was asking for volunteers on the local news, so I went.  Watching the news today, you can just imagine how happy those people are to be anywhere but New Orleans.

 
Tried to hide the camera as I was taking the picture

1:30 a.m. Four hundred other Houstonians showed up in the middle of the night to set </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112567068386695642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112567068386695642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/09/evacuees-at-astrodome.html' title='Evacuees at the Astrodome'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112555395788469442</id><published>2005-08-31T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:20:05.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new neighbors</title><summary type='text'>Do any other Houstonians have any thoughts on this?  Christina is censoring my thoughts.
 In Houston, Texas officials promised showers, food, medical care and perhaps most important, the freedom to come and go through a system of passes. At a news conference, Judge Robert Eckels, chief executive of Harris County, which owns the Astrodome, offered assurances that it was "not a jail." - NY Times

A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112555395788469442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112555395788469442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-neighbors.html' title='The new neighbors'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112545791825618180</id><published>2005-08-30T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:17:49.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hurricane</title><summary type='text'>Couple of thoughts about the Hurricane that hit New Orleans.  Secretly everyone who is being housed in the the Superdome (poor minorities) will not be released until conditions improve enough that they can return to their houses.  1) That could be weeks! Everyone was told to bring their own food, and the stadium bathrooms for more than a week doesn't sound appetizing. I'm predicting a riot within</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112545791825618180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112545791825618180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/hurricane.html' title='The Hurricane'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112500365826280075</id><published>2005-08-25T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:04:24.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover your A-Z</title><summary type='text'>Another recent grad was telling me about how she was going to be looking into health insurance because obviously school health insurance was no longer an option.  Why would I want or need health insurance? I'm healthy - don't smoke or drink, and regularly excercise.  I can't imagine being diagnosed with some expensive chronic illness within the next couple of years (now that I've jinxed myself, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112500365826280075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112500365826280075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/cover-your-z.html' title='Cover your A-Z'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112485654676495942</id><published>2005-08-23T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:10:39.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad Sense</title><summary type='text'>A couple of weeks ago, I came across an article about people making money off of their blogs.  Being curious, I decided to give it a try.  Through Google's adsense, I put an ad in the bottom right hand area beneath the links.  The way the revenue works is both through how many people go to the page, as well as how many clicks you get.  So far I've only gotten two clicks on the ad, and I think it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112485654676495942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112485654676495942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/ad-sense.html' title='Ad Sense'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112460852438476121</id><published>2005-08-21T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:15:24.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redrum</title><summary type='text'>All work and no play makes Roger a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Roger a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Roger a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Roger a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Roger a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Roger a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Roger a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Roger a dull boy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112460852438476121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112460852438476121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/redrum.html' title='redrum'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112442517137486351</id><published>2005-08-18T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:51:27.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Floss</title><summary type='text'>Had a friend recently ask me if I had ever gone to psychiatric counseling, because he himself was considering it.  I realized that actually several of my close friends have individually asked me about counseling either through a campus CAPS (counseling and psychological services) program or outside help.  Most I think were just temporarily depressed and perhaps lonely (because I am a doctor).  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112442517137486351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112442517137486351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/mental-floss.html' title='Mental Floss'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112400231885027287</id><published>2005-08-13T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:52:40.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding up a Pizza Hut</title><summary type='text'>Last night I was picking up a pizza at the Hut and I noticed behind the counter there was a sheet of paper that listed tips for workers on how not to get robbed.  I tried to copy the list onto a Pizza Hut card, but then the manager started asking me what I was doing, so I'll just have to recite from memory.  On the top of the list was "be friendly to the customer".  As if being cheery with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112400231885027287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112400231885027287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/holding-up-pizza-hut.html' title='Holding up a Pizza Hut'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112365124549137820</id><published>2005-08-09T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:25:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls</title><summary type='text'>
Illuminated colored balls in front of Greenway Plaza.  What's cool is that they will seemlessly change colors over time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112365124549137820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112365124549137820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/balls.html' title='Balls'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112348019710498822</id><published>2005-08-07T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:58:14.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment</title><summary type='text'>
For those of you who have a secret desire to be peeping toms, an inside view of the apartment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112348019710498822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112348019710498822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/apartment.html' title='Apartment'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112347650353153044</id><published>2005-08-07T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:56:05.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Jennings Dies</title><summary type='text'>About 4 months ago was when I originally watched Peter Jennings tell me and the rest of the world that he was temporarily stepping down from the news because of lung cancer.  It was sad to hear him that day because he told us this in a raspy voice, which seemed so foreign to his usual rich tone.  At that point, ABC News had become a daily spot on my tivo, and it was usually the first thing that I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112347650353153044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112347650353153044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/peter-jennings-dies.html' title='Peter Jennings Dies'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112288286323107798</id><published>2005-08-01T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:27:04.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While you were sleeping</title><summary type='text'>
 Medical Center after midnight - 3 second exposure 

Night time pics can be a whole lot of fun, but slightly dangerous.  I almost walked on a homeless person who was sleeping on the grass.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112288286323107798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112288286323107798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/08/while-you-were-sleeping.html' title='While you were sleeping'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112269987195373844</id><published>2005-07-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:30:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the best friends</title><summary type='text'>
It took a bit of canoodling, but Christina was able to get all of the words on the cake.

Wow Christina and a couple of my friends threw me a surprise post-bar party with Rogerbucks, pizza, balloons, and ice cream cake.  With friends like these, it doesn't matter whether I passed or not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112269987195373844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112269987195373844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-of-best-friends.html' title='Some of the best friends'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112261658456549170</id><published>2005-07-28T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:04:23.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bar</title><summary type='text'>
A picture of the secret exam in the "secured area". How did I get my camera in?

Seventy degrees in a huge convention hall, 900 other law grads and one proctor with the booming voice of God. To think July is almost over, and I have been doing nothing this entire summer except studying for this exam.  The exam was more or less what I expected, the criminal procedure was a bit trickier but then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112261658456549170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112261658456549170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/bar.html' title='The Bar'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112232552719899275</id><published>2005-07-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:35:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipping</title><summary type='text'>I was at Jack in the Box the other day, and I saw a guy tip the cashier an extra dollar after he paid for his meal.  Who tips at a fast food joint?  I personally am a pretty bad tipper. While the standard seems to be 15%, I give closer to 10%.  Christina always makes me put down an extra dollar because she is much more sympathetic.  Apparently there is a shitty tipper database (STD) where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112232552719899275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112232552719899275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/tipping.html' title='Tipping'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112218481025573012</id><published>2005-07-23T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:19:07.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Juice Worth the Squeeze?</title><summary type='text'>It's getting to that point ladies and gentlemen, we are less than 72 hours from the exam.  I'm naively feeling ok.  Like an idiot that never realizes what he does not know - I feel ok.  After chatting with one of my classmates who couldn't fall asleep, they posed the question - why the heck are we doing this?  Is all of our effort worth it?  Do we even want what as at the end of that tunnel? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112218481025573012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112218481025573012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-juice-worth-squeeze.html' title='Is the Juice Worth the Squeeze?'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112183723000288069</id><published>2005-07-19T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:09:30.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week left</title><summary type='text'>Well, one week left until I take the bar. Excited I am not,  scared and nervous I am.  Every morning I make it a daily ritual to say to myself "I will pass the bar." Half of the battle is mental right?  My parents came over the weekend, and that seemed to calm my nerves.  My Mom acupunctured my back which was hurting from studying, and it was reassuring just to have them here for a little while.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112183723000288069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112183723000288069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-week-left.html' title='One week left'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112175114651639861</id><published>2005-07-18T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:32:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PDA</title><summary type='text'>So as Christina and I have been hanging out with more couples, I've noticed that we are the only ones that show any  public display of affection.  Once we even got a random stranger who told us to get a room... I just innocently happened to be holding her in public.  I thought it was normal to hold hands, put your arms around another, or even a peck on the cheek.  Strangely I've never seen any of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112175114651639861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112175114651639861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/pda.html' title='PDA'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112147005935792638</id><published>2005-07-15T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:28:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never smelling the same</title><summary type='text'>Well in the second blow to my car in the last few months, something else bad happened to the Maxima.  I was studying at a library in the Montrose area when all of the sudden it started pouring, and continued to pour for two hours.  At some point a librarian asked me if I had parked on the street behind the library, because by then the street had at least of foot of water.  

So I went outside to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112147005935792638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112147005935792638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/never-smelling-same.html' title='Never smelling the same'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112123883190023751</id><published>2005-07-13T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:13:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite bumper sticker</title><summary type='text'>I love cats, got any good recipes?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112123883190023751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112123883190023751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-favorite-bumper-sticker.html' title='My new favorite bumper sticker'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112114086778330291</id><published>2005-07-11T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:56:45.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friend Litmus Test</title><summary type='text'>I've noticed some trends in the friends I make.  My friends are mostly girls, but there a couple of guy friends.  Several of the guy friends that I do have, grew up without dad's.  While most are academic overachievers, it doesn't always translate into real world cut-throatedness. If we tend to gravitate to those that are like us, what do our friends say about ourselves.  You can't always pick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112114086778330291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112114086778330291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/friend-litmus-test.html' title='The Friend Litmus Test'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111435852021315691</id><published>2005-07-07T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:02:24.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit again (Revised)</title><summary type='text'>From April 24 My car was hit again.  Fourth time to be hit in the last 3 years.  Houston has supposedly the most accidents in the country. Anyhow my car was parked this time in front of a coffee shop, and the guy next to must have tried to park too closely.  He ended up scraping both doors on the driver's side, to the point that the back one can't be opened properly.  But at least he left a note </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111435852021315691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111435852021315691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/hit-again-revised.html' title='Hit again (Revised)'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112062486609379572</id><published>2005-07-05T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:45:58.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Fourth Fun</title><summary type='text'> 
Grilling up a storm with lamb and veggies.

 
Watching one of the largest land based fireworks shows in the country.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112062486609379572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112062486609379572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-fourth-fun.html' title='July Fourth Fun'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112028814261138488</id><published>2005-07-02T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:21:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerking the Beef</title><summary type='text'>I saw Alton Brown on Good Eats making beef jerky, but not with a food dehydrator.  He put the meat onto air conditioning air filters (don't worry, I didn't use the one in the apartment) strapped onto a fan.  Too cool.  We'll see how it turns out.



12 hours of drying later
Not bad, very tasty.  Some of the tastiest and most pungent beef jerky I've had. Not oily like the gas station stuff, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112028814261138488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112028814261138488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/jerking-beef.html' title='Jerking the Beef'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111880715852693897</id><published>2005-07-01T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:11:12.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Christina's) New Place - Mrs. Chau Read This</title><summary type='text'>So Christina moved out of my apartment because it was a tad small, and Christina didn't really feel that safe.  One week we had three car break-ins, which I was ok with, but maybe that's because my car is a '97 model.  My apartment is dirt cheap, fairly quiet, and has a decent location.  But alas Christina didn't feel as safe around the "clientele." * [Christina would like to make it known that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111880715852693897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111880715852693897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/07/christinas-new-place-mrs-chau-read.html' title='(Christina&apos;s) New Place - Mrs. Chau Read This'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112014457394603629</id><published>2005-06-30T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T08:50:09.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsweek names top high schools</title><summary type='text'>My high school, Pearce H.S., came in 494 after a whole slew of Dallas area high schools including Plano, Hillcrest, Carrolton.  Those deep high school rivalry's never end.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7723397/site/newsweek/?page=5' title='Newsweek names top high schools'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112014457394603629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112014457394603629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/newsweek-names-top-high-schools.html' title='Newsweek names top high schools'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112008649681358986</id><published>2005-06-29T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:44:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Bashing</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of anger management... anybody heard about Tom Cruise.  Today during a study break at Barbri, I threw a debate bomb to my table by asking "So do you guys think Tom Cruise is crazy."  And of course everyone's faces all of the sudden perked up in agreement.  "Yeah, what's wrong with him." "I hear he has gone gay, and he completely went off on Matt Lauer."  I typically could care less about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112008649681358986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112008649681358986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/cruise-bashing.html' title='Cruise Bashing'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-112000542673958528</id><published>2005-06-28T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T08:43:10.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management</title><summary type='text'>How much anger is too much? For those of you who know me well, you know that occassionally I get mad.  My Mom recently said that I get mad too often.  My level of patience is quite low, whether its directing a beginning driver, or teaching someone a new skill.  A new worker at the firm was trying to learn how to type a mailing label in the last hour of my last day at work, and I was the only one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112000542673958528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/112000542673958528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/anger-management.html' title='Anger Management'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111949797608463349</id><published>2005-06-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:27:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Heat</title><summary type='text'>Texas is one of the few states that allows people to carry a concealed handgun with them, with the proper permit.  Come to think of it, the 2nd Amendment and right to bear arms in the U.S. seem like anomalies in themselves.  Most of Europe and Asia do not allow for people to bear any arms.  Britain had a movement recently to even take away guns from police.

While people often refer to Texas as a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111949797608463349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111949797608463349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/packing-heat.html' title='Packing Heat'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111938796634058125</id><published>2005-06-21T14:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:11:07.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Hitched</title><summary type='text'>I was noticing around the table at Barbri that most of the girls sitting at my table were married.  They were mostly around my age, and it was kind of a weird acknowledgment that most of my classmates are married.  

Everybody has been asking me lately when Christina and I are getting married.    Everybody meaning my mom, Christina, and pretty much all of my friends.  On the one hand I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111938796634058125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111938796634058125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/getting-hitched.html' title='Getting Hitched'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111929143486861561</id><published>2005-06-20T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:09:20.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When We are Fascist to the Cubans</title><summary type='text'>
Underneath Fascistas is the caption "Made in the U.S.A." with some pretty pictures from Abu Ghraib.  I came across this on Flickr, a huge site with tons of photos.  Obviously something you would never see in the States; the sign placed outside the "U.S. Interest's Office" in Cuba.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111929143486861561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111929143486861561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-we-are-fascist-to-cubans.html' title='When We are Fascist to the Cubans'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111920680695005959</id><published>2005-06-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:49:09.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger wages war against customer service</title><summary type='text'>Lately with the moving, I've been making several calls to customer service of various utility and cable companies.  Usually my strategy is to work up the ladder - basically to get up to a higher level supervisor who usually has more discretion in giving deep discounts and solving problems.  For instance, when I threatened to change cell phone companies, it was only the 2nd person who could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111920680695005959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111920680695005959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/roger-wages-war-against-customer.html' title='Roger wages war against customer service'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111914646486173983</id><published>2005-06-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:02:32.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit Report</title><summary type='text'>Has anybody else ever ordered their credit report?  On the local news, they mentioned that the FTC recently passed a regulation that requires each of the three major credit agencies to provide a person with their credit report once a year for FREE.  I got my copies in the mail, and well I couldn't find any particular problems.  (click above to get your own)  ABC News says that the average </summary><link rel='related' href='https://www.annualcreditreport.com/cra/index.jsp' title='Credit Report'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111914646486173983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111914646486173983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/credit-report.html' title='Credit Report'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111908293989393425</id><published>2005-06-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T11:34:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Studying Sucks</title><summary type='text'>Such an immature thing to say.. but hey that's what I'm thinking.  They tell you you've graduated, and that your done, and it's all a lie, then you have to get past the last hurdle.  And don't worry - they bilk all the money they can from you in bar classes. Not only did I sign up for the Bar Bri class, but then two supplemental class, all out of the fear of the unknown - do I really need the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111908293989393425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111908293989393425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/bar-studying-sucks.html' title='Bar Studying Sucks'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111795424458600988</id><published>2005-06-12T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:58:48.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardboard everywhere</title><summary type='text'>Are there other people out there who enjoy moving?  Moving.. or rather the organizing of all of my worldly possessions can be fun. Christina and I are moving to a larger apartment, so this weekend was devoted to packing.  Luckily my brother gave me a whole slew of boxes which will make things a bit more organized, and I might be getting some friends to help move as well.  I'll also be repainting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111795424458600988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111795424458600988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/cardboard-everywhere.html' title='Cardboard everywhere'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111795599518324003</id><published>2005-06-05T00:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:24:09.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Websites</title><summary type='text'>What makes a good news website? I guess it depends on the type of news you are looking for.  Something I relish about the BBC is that they will post reader responses on their site, and quite often too.  So when the Michigan affirmative action case was going on, they had quotes from Michigan alumni as well as people from around the world.  Maybe what's so appealing it's hearing the news and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2005/06/05/opinion/05public.html?hp' title='News Websites'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111795599518324003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111795599518324003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/news-websites_111795599518324003.html' title='News Websites'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111795344520705189</id><published>2005-06-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:22:05.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple switching to Intel?</title><summary type='text'>There are rumors that on Monday Steve Jobs is going to be announcing a switch to Intel processors for Macs starting in 2006. Usually these mac rumors are kept within websites like maccentral or macnn or thinksecret, but this time the source was the Wall Street Journal and Cnet which are fairly mainstream.  The rest of the world actually cares about Macs? At a time when Apple may be joining the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.google.com/news?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;client=safari&amp;rls=en&amp;tab=wn&amp;ie=ISO-8859-1&amp;ncl=http://www.betanews.com/article/CNET_Claims_Apple_Switching_to_Intel/1117894429' title='Apple switching to Intel?'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111795344520705189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111795344520705189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/apple-switching-to-intel.html' title='Apple switching to Intel?'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111778018010726219</id><published>2005-06-02T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:29:40.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a joint?</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had the urge to do drugs?  Danger stay away you say?  One of my classmates was telling me about their experiences with marijuana when they were in jr high - college, and well I was intrigued by it.  Back in undergrad, I was offered a hit on a bong, but back then I was a serious athlete with Wimbledon dreams.  Taking a breath of weed seemed suicidal on my lungs more so then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111778018010726219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111778018010726219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/got-joint.html' title='Got a joint?'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111768369982839808</id><published>2005-06-01T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:00:07.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awkward Introductions</title><summary type='text'>There was this paralegal who started at my firm about a month ago, and I never introduced myself.  You would think that I would do the right thing and introduce myself considering how much I appreciated people who introduced themselves when I was new.  At first it didn't matter because she didn't look up much when I passed by.  But then whenever I went to get a drink by the water cooler I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111768369982839808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111768369982839808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/06/awkward-introductions.html' title='The Awkward Introductions'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111716355226792891</id><published>2005-05-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:27:29.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under a Beach Umbrella</title><summary type='text'>
Nothing to write about, just a pretty picture.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111716355226792891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111716355226792891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/under-beach-umbrella.html' title='Under a Beach Umbrella'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111691371934637047</id><published>2005-05-23T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:19:37.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in time</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how long I've had my screenname - since 7th grade.  So at least a decade, and almost half of my life.  Over those years, I've accumulated a smattering of people on that list. Some I know, some that I just like to stalk.  Most of my friends have kept the same screenname for their whole lives. It's a sad day when you realize that flufferpoodle41 and zanger99 are fixtures in your life, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111691371934637047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111691371934637047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-in-time.html' title='Back in time'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111663951656678562</id><published>2005-05-20T18:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:47:27.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year of Rogerblogger</title><summary type='text'>Who knows how long this is going to last, but below were other Rogerbloggers that never made it.



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111663951656678562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111663951656678562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-year-of-rogerblogger.html' title='One year of Rogerblogger'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111660362281822288</id><published>2005-05-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T18:22:14.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas and the Cons</title><summary type='text'>After graduation, Christina and I took a short vacation in Vegas. While we were there we tried to take advantage of any free deals, and one of them happened to be a timeshare presentation.  In return for two hours of our time we got something like $100 in restaurant gift certificates and show tickets.  It seemed like we must have encountered at least 20 people that weekend trying to get us to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111660362281822288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111660362281822288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/vegas-and-cons.html' title='Vegas and the Cons'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111603746163697967</id><published>2005-05-13T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:27:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done!</title><summary type='text'>
Roger J.D. and the Family</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111603746163697967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111603746163697967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done!'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111578753650830135</id><published>2005-05-10T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:58:56.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from the Amazing Race</title><summary type='text'>A while back ago, I started watching the Amazing Race because someone else had written about it on their blog.  Now its a weekly favorite on the tivo.  Tonight was the end of another great season, and in salute - Lessons from the race.

1. Don't get frustrated, keep moving - It's got to be difficult for all of these teams to race at the pace they do, on so little sleep.  It also helps not to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111578753650830135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111578753650830135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/lessons-from-amazing-race.html' title='Lessons from the Amazing Race'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111576179577892300</id><published>2005-05-10T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T15:02:16.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A legacy of complaining</title><summary type='text'>Ever since undergrad, I've always brought complaints to the school administration about things that bugged me.  Back then it was school vehicles being parked on the campus, or lack of air condition in buildings.  I never hesitated to e-mail whoever I thought was responsible, and then cc the president of Michigan.  And I almost always got a response.

Then I came to UH- no longer was I paying for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111576179577892300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111576179577892300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/legacy-of-complaining.html' title='A legacy of complaining'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111510497600127027</id><published>2005-05-03T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:32:46.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blimpy Memories</title><summary type='text'>For the past few months I've been receiving free copies of a gourmet food magazine called Saveur.  It's rather expensive at $5.00 an issue, and has some great glossy pictures, authentic international recipes, and stories about food.  Talks more about wine and cheese than meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Uppity and eclectic... suits me perfectly. Anyhow low and behold, this month when I opened up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111510497600127027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111510497600127027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/blimpy-memories.html' title='Blimpy Memories'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111501928805556509</id><published>2005-05-02T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:34:48.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing the Significant Other</title><summary type='text'>When you are going to an after-work happy hour, do you bring your significant other?  I recently had a get together with some classmates and a professor, and was wondering whether or not I should bring Christina.  I asked a couple of other people whether they were going to bring their significant other, and they said no.   But a couple of people did show up with their significant other, and like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111501928805556509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111501928805556509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/05/bringing-significant-other.html' title='Bringing the Significant Other'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111475249143464661</id><published>2005-04-28T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:28:56.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blogosphere</title><summary type='text'>It's always interesting to see who else in the world has a blog. While it seems like everyone and their grandmother has a blog, some people make their blogs secretly.  Famous people start blogs anonymously.  For example Rosie O'Donnell's blog was found one day randomly, and I suppose she started it without much fanfare.  There was a lot of chatter whether it was even her. 

Then there's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111475249143464661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111475249143464661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogosphere.html' title='The blogosphere'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111455703084487394</id><published>2005-04-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:14:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo tennis</title><summary type='text'>
That's a real picture, somehow a herd of buffalo got loose in Maryland, so they herded them into a tennis court.   Wonder how their backhand is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111455703084487394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111455703084487394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/buffalo-tennis.html' title='Buffalo tennis'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111449059743436342</id><published>2005-04-25T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:45:16.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Reality TV</title><summary type='text'>Anyone else been watching the Contender?  Yeah the show has awful hosts.. Sugar Ray Leonard sounds so rehearsed, and Sly Stallone was never a real boxer, so whatever his opinion on pro-boxers shouldn't really matter.  And the prize for the mid-episode competitions of determining "one's own fate" seems a bit useless. But the show has me glued.  Christina always makes fun of me because I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111449059743436342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111449059743436342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/un-reality-tv.html' title='Un Reality TV'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111405124953382287</id><published>2005-04-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T20:38:55.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A butterless birthday cake</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm lactose intolerant.  This realization came today on my 24th birthday.  On the one hand I'm surprised because I've eaten dairy most of my life. On the other hand I'm not so surprised because my Dad is lactose intolerant and has to drink special Lactaid milk.  Last night I had some cheese and milk before dinner, and well lets just say on the eve of my birthday I was on the toilet.  

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111405124953382287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111405124953382287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/butterless-birthday-cake.html' title='A butterless birthday cake'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111388901848180173</id><published>2005-04-18T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T22:38:56.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does it stop?</title><summary type='text'>So after reading the Rape of Nanking, I realized the massacre of the Chinese are still having implications today.  Yesterday thousands of Chinese protested in front of the Japanese embassy, after the Japanese education ministry had approved of a textbook that downplayed the massacre as an "incident" and glossed over the sex slavery of Chinese and Koreans.  The protests were widespread throughout </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111388901848180173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111388901848180173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/where-does-it-stop.html' title='Where does it stop?'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111385864953684807</id><published>2005-04-18T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T14:20:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap and Gown</title><summary type='text'>Today I realized that the deadline to order my cap and gown had passed.  I had gone in the bookstore about a month ago, and asked about it, but after they told me it was going to be $97.00 to RENT not buy the gown for the day,  I really wanted to sleep on it.  Well looks like I can still order them, but I may not get one that fits me perfectly.  I still have no idea what it's supposed to look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111385864953684807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111385864953684807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/cap-and-gown.html' title='Cap and Gown'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111346032172706453</id><published>2005-04-13T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:32:01.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things</title><summary type='text'>It's the little things that make a difference.  Christina and I are total opposites.  She is very regimented and pays great detail to every part of her schedule and to do list.  For instance, every night before she goes to bed,  she'll prepare cut up strawberries for her oatmeal, set aside her clothes for the next day, and even put a banana next to her purse so that she doesn't forget to bring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111346032172706453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111346032172706453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111345092977011945</id><published>2005-04-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:56:54.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running for Congress</title><summary type='text'>Not me silly! I had heard rumors that my boss, the largest partner in the firm, and also a city councilman might be running for Congress as a Democrat.  Not the Texas House of Representatives, the U.S. House.  Some rumors heard in the hallways at work.  It'll be tough, in a Republican Texas against a very strong incumbent, the House Majority leader actually.  Today it hit the papers that an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111345092977011945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111345092977011945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/running-for-congress.html' title='Running for Congress'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111337221422133765</id><published>2005-04-12T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:04:53.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual Reading</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I bring a non-law book to school I get a lot of stares.  Sure my thin paperbacks with pictures seem a bit out of place with large two inch thick law books.  I've been reading a bit since spring break, well because I'm a bit bored with "school reading." Plus law books never have good pictures. 

The book that I'm currently reading is the Rape of Nanking.  Christina says that ignorance is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111337221422133765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111337221422133765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/casual-reading.html' title='Casual Reading'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111328415723708782</id><published>2005-04-11T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:01:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Game</title><summary type='text'>Christina and I have gone through a three year long distance relationship, which were filled with heartbreaks and lonely nightly talks.   A undisclosed couple (M &amp; T) that we knew from Michigan also was going through a long distance relationship.  Both had recently graduated in May, and they held together through hundreds of miles through a blog.  They shared a blog (which of course is not linked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111328415723708782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111328415723708782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-game.html' title='The Love Game'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111325052307608133</id><published>2005-04-11T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:28:07.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><summary type='text'>I was passing by a classmate and rather than calling her by her first name, I yelled out "Szerwanamann".  Heck of a long last name.  She asked me why I used her last name rather than her first name.  There's something about guys and using nicknames, in particular last names.  Back in high school they called me by my last name.  Not Mr. Last name but just Last name.  But it seems to be universal..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111325052307608133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111325052307608133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111258068354937791</id><published>2005-04-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:10:59.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Amusements</title><summary type='text'> Pics Added
So recently the big partner at the firm has been offering some perks to keep the employees happy (four attorneys out of the twenty have left this past month).  Last week we had free massages.. 15 minutes of bliss.  And this past Friday we had an ice cream social... not with some lame tubs of blue bell ice cream, but a caterer from Cold Stone creamery came out and dished out several </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111258068354937791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111258068354937791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/office-amusements.html' title='Office Amusements'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111260034759369978</id><published>2005-04-04T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:39:07.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Photos</title><summary type='text'>Have digital photos you would like to process?  Get a free 8x10 and 10 regular 4x6 when you upload pictures to ofoto.  It's fast, it's easy, and it's free.  I have not abused this system to get more than one free 8x10. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111260034759369978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111260034759369978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/04/free-photos.html' title='Free Photos'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111216435470698433</id><published>2005-03-29T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:35:07.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Trip Pictures</title><summary type='text'>
Click the pictures for short descriptions.

You'll find me riding in a helicopter. Some nice photos of Christina posing with baby clothes at Whole Foods.  The blooming of Texas bluebonnets.  My brother and his wife getting a late night snack of orange juice and totino's pizza.  And a glass bottomed boat ride.

Added Later: Lesson from the trip : as much as you try to plan, nothing can work out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111216435470698433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111216435470698433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/03/austin-trip-pictures.html' title='Austin Trip Pictures'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111165214136818247</id><published>2005-03-24T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:29:24.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montrose</title><summary type='text'>
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That was the question that was discussed at lunch today with the firm secretaries.  What was strange to me was that in an Immigration firm where we represent thousands of immigrants, and where several secretaries are immigrants themselves, the overwhelming answer was Yes.  "If you live in America, learn the language."  

Rather than give a snotty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111164932415894375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111164932415894375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/03/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111156268059283179</id><published>2005-03-22T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T07:29:24.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing it Right</title><summary type='text'>Spring Break was more or less a waste. I ended up working, steam cleaning my carpet, and reading two books.  In other words I was not on South Padre sipping a margarita.

Easter break is coming up, and both X-stina and I have 3 days to go do something fun.  Austin here we come:
Friday: 

Austin Rodeo - because we missed the one in Houston and Christina didn't get to ride all the rides, and play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111156268059283179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111156268059283179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/03/doing-it-right.html' title='Doing it Right'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111143346920352333</id><published>2005-03-21T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T11:33:22.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpenter Jeans</title><summary type='text'>Well it's come to that time again.  About every two years or so, my favorite pair of jeans decides to wear out.  It starts with a slight thinness that, that final matures into a pregnant rip in the right pants leg slightly above the knee.  That's how it always happens. 

I get very attached to my clothing, and I'm very finicky about which pair of jeans I wear.  They are worn day after day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111143346920352333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111143346920352333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/03/carpenter-jeans.html' title='Carpenter Jeans'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7040639.post-111130192475725787</id><published>2005-03-19T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:58:44.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures - as if you needed them</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/57612598@N00/show/' title='More pictures - as if you needed them'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111130192475725787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7040639/posts/default/111130192475725787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rogerblogger.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-pictures-as-if-you-needed-them.html' title='More pictures - as if you needed them'/><author><name>Roger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818051158708416953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/937/640/Roger%20face.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
