<?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-1862750654029596075</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:33:54.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>invitation to understanding</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-8270345793455122163</id><published>2010-06-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:31:16.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's been a while....</title><content type='html'>Annie and I have done so much in the past few months, it's overwhelming to think about sometimes. So while we try to blog it all, I thought that I would post something interesting that I read this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that in recent months I have decided to redirect my academia toward Chiropractic medicine. It has been an interest of mine for quite a few years and I just recently decided to pursue it more seriously. Earlier today I was reading an article posted on allvoices.com, a world news website. The article was titled "HIV Therapy Hope Through Viral Protein" and it detailed the studies that are being done by the United Kingdom's National Laboratory to better understand HIV and HIV treatments. One area that they have looked into is alternative medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the article half of all patients studied use alternative medicine as a viable treatment. One of these areas that they have tested is chiropractic medicine. The article states, "Clinical trails done and monitored by the Rand Corporation and conducted at Life University, state that chiropractic care has great possibilities to boost immune function. Another study done by Patricia Brennan Ph.D., stated chiropractic mid back adjustments increased immune functions. Patients showed a 200% greater improvement than those who did not receive chiropractic adjustments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think is most important about that statement is that chiropractic can not only benefit those with immune deficiencies. Chiropractic has produced those same results for people without HIV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important thing to point out, is that those studies were conducted at LIfe UNiversity in Marietta, Georgia, the school that I will most likely be attending a year from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is a little dry, but if you made it this far, thanks! More interesting posts to come, so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-8270345793455122163?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/8270345793455122163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=8270345793455122163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/8270345793455122163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/8270345793455122163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-its-been-while.html' title='I know it&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-3427567312419112235</id><published>2010-01-25T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:10:39.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Conan</title><content type='html'>The removal of Conan O' Brien from the Tonight Show is probably not news to anyone that owns a TV and so this post is not about that. I don't care anymore about whether or not he was slighted or prematurely removed from the airwaves. He is gone, and instead of ranting about how much I hate NBC or Jeff Zucker, I want to write about my memories of his original show, "Late Night with Conan O' Brien".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earliest memories of Conan, were in 1993. I was 10 years old and although I was never awake late enough to watch Late Night with David Letterman, I do remember watching his lead in, "The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson". I remember when Carson retired and passed the show down to Leno, and I remember hearing the controversy when Letterman left to CBS. His leaving left an opening for a new host to take the helm. The show was passed on to a writer for Saturday Night Live, a relatively unknown man who had only been in front of the camera as an extra on SNL. I never saw Conan's first shows, but remember only hearing his name from the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began watching his shows more regularly in 1996, when my bed time became more relaxed. To me this was some of the best of Conan's career. I remember vividly, seeing Amy Poehler appear in braces as Andy's little Sister, confessing her undying love for Conan. It was around this time that Carl "Oldie" Olsen started making appearances on the show and I remember watching the show in 1998 when he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's Sister (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrXiD5jrS6I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OrXiD5jrS6I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldie Olsen tribute (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnSwQ8jl2PY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnSwQ8jl2PY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my love for Late Night became obvious to me on New Years Eve 1999. My family had rented a time share in Park City to celebrate the new year (and possibly to get out of the town in case Y2K really triggered the end of the world. That Friday night there were parties in the streets of downtown Park City. My family and I were joining the crowds in celebration and all I could think of was being home for Conan's opening monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not from that night, but close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/olGsNsP8SVU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/olGsNsP8SVU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a very long time I had wanted to go to New York and be in his audience. I was always so jealous of the audience members. I wanted to be them, I wanted to scream Conan's name in the middle of his monologue or catch a tube of Preparation H from Preparation H Raymond. I told myself that if I could attend one of his tapings I could die happy. In 2006 I spent a few days in New York with my sister Shannon and good friend Sarah. We were unable to get tickets before hand so we had to try and get standby tickets. On our first attempt we waited at the very end of a huge line for over an hour before we were told that all of the stand by tickets had been given out. So for our second attempt we got there much earlier and waited much longer. we were right in the middle of the line and I had a reoccurring thought that they would run out of tickets right as we were approaching the front of the line. So I made a pact with Shannon and Sarah, "If all of us don't get tickets, then none of us get tickets". I didn't one of us to get a ticket and then the other two half to sit it out. We all wanted to go and it wouldn't have been fair. They agreed and as the line began to move closer and closer to the interns handing out tickets I realized that their stack was getting smaller and smaller. Finally, it was our turn for the tickets, I was first and I received a little blue piece of paper with instructions on where and when to meet for the stand by line. For a brief moment I could see it actually happening, I could picture myself in the seats, my stomach tight with anticipation. I was holding a ticket that would get me into the audience of Late Night with Conan O'Brien! But I heard a voice behind me saying something to Shannon, Sarah and everyone else behind me in the line "Sorry, that's all of the stand by tickets. Better luck tomorrow". My stomach sank and I remembered my pact, I had to give the ticket away. I looked at Shannon and Sarah, hoping that they had forgotten about our deal. They hadn't and I was faced with a moral dilemma, keep the ticket and lose the friends or keep the friends and lose the ticket. Friends come and go, but memories last forever, right? No. I couldn't do it, so I passed the moral dilemma on to the group standing behind me in the line and put the thoughts out of my head. We watched that night from our hotel room and tried not to let envy curdle our blood. At that time I made a promise to myself, that one day I would travel back to New York and finish what I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a chance to go back after that week. I got married a few months later and moved to southern California. Now it seemed less likely than ever that I would make it back. But still the thought was always in the back of my mind. And it was the first thing I thought about when it was announced that Conan would be moving to LA to take over the tonight show. You'd think that I would jump for joy at the thought of Conan being brought to my doorstep, but I didn't. The promise that I made to myself was that I would go to New York City and see a taping of "Late Night with Conan O'Brien" not the Tonight Show. I didn't want that. But I did get over it eventually and it wasn't long before I started planning my trip to Universal Studios. It wasn't Late Night but it was better than nothing. To me it was like seeing Elvis, not young heart throb Elvis, but fat Vegas Elvis. I knew that he would have to dumb down his humor and lose his offensive sketches in order to appeal to a broader audience. He was still the king of late night, but he wasn't at his potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 31st of 2009 I visited Conan's web site and entered my name into a lottery that would either add to an already long list of Conan related disappointments or give me tickets to see a taping of "The Tonight Show". Fortunately for me it was the latter. I received the following email from tickets@nbc.com on September 16th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eT6e6wbgQwg/S135wyKVN-I/AAAAAAAABOY/7IudHW3gmE4/s1600-h/conanletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eT6e6wbgQwg/S135wyKVN-I/AAAAAAAABOY/7IudHW3gmE4/s400/conanletter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430771342172829666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 8th, 2009, we went to Universal Studios and attended a taping of "The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien". It wasn't what I had originally been hoping for, but it was just as magical. We were sat about four rows back, but directly in above the cameras filming Conan during the monologue. This gave us an elevated an completely unobstructed view of Coco himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eT6e6wbgQwg/S13w2stBNrI/AAAAAAAABOQ/P4o4PlaMP-o/s1600-h/7229_526453072889_122800835_31138632_8369296_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eT6e6wbgQwg/S13w2stBNrI/AAAAAAAABOQ/P4o4PlaMP-o/s320/7229_526453072889_122800835_31138632_8369296_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430761548182271666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was funny, courteous to the audience and to his staff members and performing at 100%. That day I was able to remove one item from the proverbial bucket list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Conan O'Brien has been one of my favorite and longest traditions and although I always knew he would leave someday in the future, I never anticipated that it would be so soon and under such unfortunate circumstances. I am hoping that he will be picked up by another network quickly and without any more trauma to him or his staff. He may have 30 more years left in him, but for me his best work was at Late Night. I decided to wrap up this posting with a list of some of my favorite sketches he featured during his stint at Late Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the Year 2000&lt;br /&gt;-Actual Items&lt;br /&gt;-Celebrity Secrets&lt;br /&gt;-Conan O'Brien Hates My Homeland&lt;br /&gt;-Desk Driving&lt;br /&gt;-www.HornyManatee.com&lt;br /&gt;-Triumph the Insult Comic Dog&lt;br /&gt;-If They Mated&lt;br /&gt;-The Walker, Texas Ranger Lever&lt;br /&gt;-Preparation H Raymond&lt;br /&gt;-Andy's Sister&lt;br /&gt;-Old Timey Baseball&lt;br /&gt;-Conan Sings a Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;-Crooner Ghost&lt;br /&gt;-The MB&lt;br /&gt;-Dudez-A-Plenti (Conan's By Band)&lt;br /&gt;-Conan's trip to Finland&lt;br /&gt;-Pimpbot 5000&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown Colleges' Team Mascots&lt;br /&gt;-The More You Know with Max and Joel Godard&lt;br /&gt;-Andy and Conan's Staring Contests&lt;br /&gt;-The String Dance&lt;br /&gt;-Vomiting Kermit&lt;br /&gt;-"Keep cool, my babies!&lt;br /&gt;-His Nerd Impression&lt;br /&gt;-Awkward moments with Max Weinberg&lt;br /&gt;-Ginger, NO!&lt;br /&gt;-Conan saying, "This Show Will Not Air"&lt;br /&gt;-The drop down screen with Arnold Schwarzenegger and George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my all time favorite:&lt;br /&gt;-The "I'm-a Gonna Go to Hell When I Die" song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause it's so Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SyAkK4VotFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rEjEjDFl1_A/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;""display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SyAkK4VotFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rEjEjDFl1_A/s320/sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413366521439761490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-3427567312419112235?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/3427567312419112235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=3427567312419112235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/3427567312419112235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/3427567312419112235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-conan.html' title='Goodbye Conan'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eT6e6wbgQwg/S135wyKVN-I/AAAAAAAABOY/7IudHW3gmE4/s72-c/conanletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-202400115893373971</id><published>2009-12-09T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:19:44.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I just have one of those faces</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the cashier at a music store asked me, "has anyone ever told you that you look like the guitarist from Atreyu?" I haven't heard that one yet, but it got me thinking about the many times I have been in similar situations. So below I posted pictures of  all of the famous people that I have had people I resemble (including the most recent picture of myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/Sxf_7769_8I/AAAAAAAAADg/NzoIkJLGyic/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/Sxf_7769_8I/AAAAAAAAADg/NzoIkJLGyic/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411074882471329730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in November&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/Sxf_8HPfHjI/AAAAAAAAADo/2HeVlKoVKkc/s1600-h/atreyu"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/Sxf_8HPfHjI/AAAAAAAAADo/2HeVlKoVKkc/s320/atreyu" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411074885510176306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Travis Miguel of Atreyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgBUetDCzI/AAAAAAAAADw/2qg58qM1sbI/s1600-h/john+mayer"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgBUetDCzI/AAAAAAAAADw/2qg58qM1sbI/s320/john+mayer" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411076403636669234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgBVHoZWHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P-aOMs49B6w/s1600-h/jpundik"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgBVHoZWHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/P-aOMs49B6w/s320/jpundik" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411076414623012978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan Pundik of New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgHFKUk43I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZfKCK-34IkM/s1600-h/Chikezie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgHFKUk43I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZfKCK-34IkM/s320/Chikezie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411082737537049458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chikeze Eze from American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SyAeI7HZBZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hOOTzHchy2c/s1600-h/ec"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SyAeI7HZBZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hOOTzHchy2c/s320/ec" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413359890755814802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robert Pattinson (Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgBUsy8-mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RgVCpGOAKVM/s1600-h/wsmith"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgBUsy8-mI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RgVCpGOAKVM/s320/wsmith" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411076407419533922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will Smith (Hey, I never said I agreed with these,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just telling you what I've heard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgBVcm9NfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/svPCjcxVMNs/s1600-h/jjackson"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SxgBVcm9NfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/svPCjcxVMNs/s320/jjackson" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411076420254119410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshua Jackson&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm not trying to prove how amazingly good looking I am, in fact I think that only maybe on my best day I might look like these guys on their worst day. I do think it's funny to hear who people think I look like and it's probably going to lead to a huge identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SyAkK4VotFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rEjEjDFl1_A/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border:none;""display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/SyAkK4VotFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rEjEjDFl1_A/s320/sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413366521439761490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-202400115893373971?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/202400115893373971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=202400115893373971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/202400115893373971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/202400115893373971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-guess-i-just-have-one-of-those-faces.html' title='I guess I just have one of those faces'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/Sxf_7769_8I/AAAAAAAAADg/NzoIkJLGyic/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-8639607218123416697</id><published>2009-06-24T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:01:58.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day in Boston</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we all decided to be impulsive and drive to Boston. None of us had been there and we were obviously in the mood to do something blatantly irresponsible. We left on Saturday night at 1:30am and arrived in Boston that morning around 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was to the legendary Fenway Park, where the Boston Red Sox play. We got there just before 7am, so there wasn't much happening (except for them setting up for the Phish/Dave Matthews concert). We walked around the ball park took some pictures and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3653555627/" title="IMG_1237 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/3653555627_89362c0949.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*Note: My spell check had a hard time with me spelling Red Sox with an X. It didn't believe me that that was how it was spelled. So I started wondering why it was spelled that way, and ended up reading an article about it. Here is a section that explains the origins of the alternate spelling. Read it if you want or skip it if you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many early baseball teams were named after their uniform colors. In the 19th century, there were clubs called the Red Stockings, Brown Stockings, and Blue Stockings. Newspapers like the Chicago Tribune often shortened these nicknames to "Sox." When Charlie Comiskey founded the American League's Chicago White Stockings in 1901, the Tribune wasted no time in dubbing them the White Sox. Boston's AL franchise seems not to have had an official name during its first few years. Reporters called them different names on different days, including the Americans (to distinguish them from Boston's National League team), the Bostons, the Plymouth Rocks, and the Beaneaters. In late 1907, the club's owner settled on Red Sox." -Daniel Engber www.slate.com&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The architecture is what impressed me most about the city. Tall buildings stood next to historic landmarks, integrating the old city with modern growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite buildings I saw while I was there, in the first few photos notice the relationship between old and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3654342010/" title="IMG_1343 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3654342010_d8704a8cba.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3654347490/" title="IMG_1275 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3654347490_c880cd7140.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_1275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3598416064/" title="IMG_1336 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2439/3598416064_ec967594d0.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3598403932/" title="IMG_1265 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3598403932_7c9aa57acb.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3597600877/" title="IMG_1273 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3597600877_d61bb20350.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Boston Commons, an old park designed by Fredrick Law Olmstead,(the worlds first Landscape Architect) who designed a series of parks in Boston called "the emerald necklace" and also Central Park in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we took a tour of various historic sites often referred to as the "Freedom Trail". Our tour guide looked like Geaorge Washington, but he was dressed in a 18th century English Red Coat uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3597589891/" title="IMG_1292 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3406/3597589891_26accab963.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour included 12 of the 16 stops on the freedom trail. &lt;br /&gt;Boston Common&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts State House&lt;br /&gt;Park Street Church&lt;br /&gt;Granary Burying Ground&lt;br /&gt;King's Chapel&lt;br /&gt;King's Chapel Burying Ground&lt;br /&gt;Former site of the first public school, Boston Latin School&lt;br /&gt;Old Corner Bookstore&lt;br /&gt;Old South Meeting House&lt;br /&gt;Old State House&lt;br /&gt;Site of the Boston Massacre&lt;br /&gt;Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really nice tour and it was a great way to see a large part of Boston in a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tour we drove to a little restaurant along Boston Harbor called the "No Name". It was in an out of the way section of the harbor, in what appeared to be an abandoned building. Truly a dive in every sense of the word, but we heard that they had good Lobster. And no trip to Boston would be complete unless you eat in entire Lobster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3597586477/" title="IMG_1362 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2451/3597586477_42abccfd28.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find it a little awkward eating an animal while it is looking at me, but for a Lobster I would definitely make an exception. He was delicious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we decided that we decided to see the Harvard Campus. And how do you pay homage to a school as prestigious as Harvard? By taking a nap on their lawn, thats how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3597582819/" title="IMG_1371 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3553/3597582819_b520f50f4e.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_1371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their grass was very soft and made for a very comfortable nap. Thanks Harvard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nap ended around 5:00 that evening, and we decided to drive back to Rochester so that we could get to bed at a decent hour and be rested for work the next day. It was an awesome day trip and if I had a bucket list, I could draw a line right through Boston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-8639607218123416697?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/8639607218123416697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=8639607218123416697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/8639607218123416697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/8639607218123416697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-day-in-boston_24.html' title='My Day in Boston'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/3653555627_89362c0949_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-1756922115585590277</id><published>2009-06-03T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:46:02.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Kites</title><content type='html'>I am working on a post with the pictures of my recent trip to Boston, but I thought that in the mean time I would post a video that I think everyone should watch. It is a chalk animation drawn by an artist named Lucinda Schreiber and set to the song "Autumn Story" by Fire Kites. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4347460&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4347460&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4347460"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1657924"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-1756922115585590277?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/1756922115585590277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=1756922115585590277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/1756922115585590277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/1756922115585590277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2009/06/fire-kites.html' title='Fire Kites'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-7328929865136893043</id><published>2009-05-07T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:29:33.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Days 4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>Nashville to Rochester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3509626239/" title="NA2RO by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3293/3509626239_4e88c459a3.jpg" width="500" height="278" alt="NA2RO" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, Annie and I left our hotel at around 7:30 am, it was the last leg of our cross country excursion and we had 11 hours to drive. Because we were only going to be in Nashville over night we didn't have very much time to explore the city like we wanted. Instead, we decided to drive past the Grand Ole Opry on the way out of town and save the rest of the city for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weaving in and out of small, maze like roads that tangle around the Opryland hotel,we finally saw a sign that said "Grand Ole Opry". The historic theater was nestled beneath several large trees, right next to a "Dave and Buster's" restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3509622595/" title="IMG_1186 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3509622595_e809497a4b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little disheartening to see such a landmark being exploited, but by now I have come to expect it. If there are going to be tourists there, you should also expect a wax museum, a Hard Rock Cafe and a Ripley's believe it or Not. So we took our snapshots from the car and moved on.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few hours down the road was the city of Louisville, KY (pronounced Loo-UH-vuhl). Not trying to postpone our arrival time in Buffalo, we decided to visit only one spot and then move on. The Kentucky Derby had only been 2 days earlier so we decided to stop by Churchill Downs and see what all of the fuss was about. The stadium is huge, much larger than any of our photographs could do justice. We pulled up to the front, next to the newly unveiled statue of Barbaro and grabbed our cameras. This time we actually got out of the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3509626151/" title="IMG_1209 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/3509626151_ff7a45b93d.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking our pictures we hopped back in the car, me in the drivers seat and began a nine hour drive to Buffalo, only stopping for gas and to grab some fast food in Cincinnati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was really beautiful, especially in northern Kentucky. Rolling hills trimmed with tall green trees and a handful of barns scattered randomly throughout. It was probably the best scenery we had seen all week and my 8 hour shift behind the steering wheel went much quicker than I had anticipated. In fact, I would have driven the entire 9 hours, but Annie insisted that she drove the last hour into Buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Annie's sister's house around 8:30 that night. She made us a delicious dinner with Chiavetta's chicken and corn on the cob. After catching up for a couple hours, we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had an hour to drive to Rochester so we planned on going out to breakfast the next morning and then parting ways. Me to Rochester and Annie back to California that night. For breakfast, Annie's sister Kari took us to a restaurant called "The Pancake House". I ordered something off of the menu called a Dutch baby, which I was told was like a German pancake. When it finally came out I didn't recognized what I ordered and it definitely didn't look like the German pancakes that I had at IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3510510150/" title="db by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3510510150_d215120332_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="db" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a large concave crater of egg and bread filled with butter, confectioner's sugar, lemon juice and fresh strawberries and covered in a thick strawberry syrup. There is no way that you could go wrong with a combination like that, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, Annie emptied a few of her things from my car and I set out to Rochester. The drive was a little less than an hour to my apartment and it felt like half that. I unpacked all of the stuff from my car and only had a few minutes to rest before I had to get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie and I had a lot of fun driving across the country together. We knew that another opportunity like this may never present itself, so we should jump on it and see as much of the country as we can. I'm really glad that we did. There is so much to see in this country that is constantly overlooked and it is waste of our time on this earth if we don't take every opportunity to see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-7328929865136893043?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/7328929865136893043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=7328929865136893043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/7328929865136893043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/7328929865136893043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-trip-days-4-5.html' title='Road Trip Days 4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3293/3509626239_4e88c459a3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-6727751259510972290</id><published>2009-05-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:55:18.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little Rock to Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499036167/" title="LR2NA by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3625/3499036167_0783cab41b.jpg" alt="LR2NA" width="500" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the third day of our road trip and we planned to a shorter drive so that we could spend more time visiting the spots we wanted to see. Memphis was only two hours from Little Rock, so we took our time leaving the hotel and arrived in Memphis around 2 o' clock in the after noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop on our agenda was a visit to Graceland, the home of Elvis Presley. Neither Annie or myself were even a little bit tempted to spend the $30 per person to actually go inside, so we just stood at the gate with the other cheapskates and took pictures of Elvis' lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499070635/" title="IMG_1147 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/3499070635_792d8b7f4e.jpg" alt="IMG_1147" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what visit to Graceland would be complete without the mandatory picture by the gate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499062805/" title="IMG_1154 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3499062805_f9040cb4be.jpg" alt="IMG_1154" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are some Elvis fans out there that are probably saving every penny so that they can make their pilgrimage to the final resting place of the King, so in that respect I feel like we did a slight injustice to the memory of Elvis Presley by not going inside. But $60 is a lot of money for a couple of people that simply don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our next stop was something that Annie and I were more than willing to spend time and money on. We visited the Lorraine Motel where civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr was assassinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499865362/" title="IMG_1160 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3616/3499865362_65a6dd61ff.jpg" alt="IMG_1160" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1991, a few years after the Lorraine was foreclosed in, the motel was converted into the National Civil Rights Museum. The museum was very impressive and extremely thorough, giving a full account of the struggle to equality of the African American people over the past 150 years. There were recreations of the bus that Rosa Parks refused to sit in the back of, the prison cell that MLK Jr was kept in and story after story that expressed their hardships. Annie and I were glad to have gone and we highly recommend it to anyone traveling through Memphis. Outside of the museum they have maintained the original appearance of the motel from the day the shooting took place, adorned with a wreath on the balcony that has been there for over 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499869868/" title="IMG_1164 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3357/3499869868_b239baf7a2.jpg" alt="IMG_1164" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499266167/" title="deram by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3499266167_db1bc670c6_o.jpg" alt="deram" width="439" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured to a part of Memphis known as Beale Street,which evidently refers the name of the street that it is located on. It's basically a really big bar with a lot of drunk people walking around drinking beer out of giant buckets (not kidding). But after about 10 minutes of walking around in the rain, Annie and I noticed something really odd: everyone was wearing rain ponchos and galoshes. I am not exaggerating either, literally everyone was dressed this way. To prove that I am not exaggerating I took a picture. How many pairs of galoshes can you count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499855648/" title="IMG_1172 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3499855648_79db7258e4.jpg" alt="IMG_1172" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like everyone planned it, but then purposefully forgot to tell us so that we would look stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we decided to try this place in downtown Memphis called Rendezvous that came highly recommended by a television program. It boasted original, Memphis style barbecue served out of the same alley since 1948. Something else it boasted? Not being open on Sundays! Oh well, the sign made it look delicious though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499860432/" title="IMG_1166 by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3499860432_2b43315878.jpg" alt="IMG_1166" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Rendezvous, we decided to go with our back up eatery called the Cozy Corner which was only a few miles away, which ended up being closed as well. So this time we decided to call #3 on our list instead of driving there. Turns out they are closed on Sundays too! But lucky for us, our 4th option was a delicious Memphis style rib joint run by a bunch of heathens that keep their restaurant open on Sunday. It was called Leonard's and has been open since the 1920's. The sign depicted a lovable cartoon pig named Mr. Brown who is dressed up in a top hat and coat and spinning a neon flashing cane (I guess that's what you are supposed to do when you go "to town").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95305294@N00/3499280881/" title="leonards by brettmx, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3383/3499280881_b46d102348.jpg" alt="leonards" width="461" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some very delicious pulled pork shoulder and smoked ribs. Just the kind of meal that we needed to tide us over for our 3 hour drive to Nashville in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Nashville a little after 9pm and after we settled into our hotel, we went back out. Annie was craving a hot fudge sundae so we found a little ice cream shop in downtown Nashville and ate our dessert while it rained out on the streets. Shortly after, we returned to our hotel and called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun today and I'm glad that we were able to slow it down a little bit and enjoy some of the great parts of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-6727751259510972290?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/6727751259510972290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=6727751259510972290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/6727751259510972290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/6727751259510972290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-trip-day-3.html' title='Road Trip Day 3'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3625/3499036167_0783cab41b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-8798619864872974798</id><published>2009-05-03T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:45:54.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 2</title><content type='html'>Albuquerque to Little Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3496688351/" title="AQ2LR by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3496688351_bd00df81b8.jpg" width="500" height="283" alt="AQ2LR" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was our big driving day. We had the greatest distance to travel and more stops to make than any other day that we have planned. Driving to Little Rock, AR from Albuquerque, NM takes a little less than 13 hours, which would be tolerable if you left early, stopped as little as possible and arrived at reasonably early hour. None of those things applied, we left after breakfast made many stops and didn't get into our room until around 2am. But after I spent the good half of the day pushing us along our schedule, I decided to relax and enjoy our road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began our day stopping at a couple of old Route 66 towns (the kind of towns that didn't get mentioned in the song). A few hours past Albuquerque was the little town of Santa Rosa, which used to boast over 4,000 hotel rooms, all brilliantly advertised in neon lights. These days Santa Rosa is the type of town where people leave their cars running while they run into the pharmacy or say a cheerful good morning to a couple of tourists taking pictures of their decaying city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Santa Rosa we visited Glenrio, NM (or maybe it was in Texas) that was located right on the border of the state. This town was less of a town and more an aged relic of American history. We saw buildings that used to be a gas station, post office and general store, that are now possible hideouts for crazy drifters waiting to stab unsuspecting tourists (obviously I wasn't very comfortable here and I wouldn't let Annie get very close to the buildings). But we stopped took some photos and quickly went along our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop number three was the famous Cadillac Ranch. You may not know it by name, but you have most certainly seen images or heard references to it in movies or in TV. It is an art installation piece created by a collaboration of artists in 1974. Essentially, its a bunch of cars buried in the middle of a cow pasture. Over time it has had so many layers of graffiti that the spray paint has become a part of the art itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3496632215/" title="IMG_1013 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3496632215_38fcae6222.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1013" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3496638289/" title="IMG_1008 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3496638289_a76d26e386.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_1008" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lunch stop came courtesy not of Guy Fieri, but from the Travel channel show "Man v. Food" where the host travels to restaurants taking food challenges. The first episode we saw featured a stop at the "Big Texan Steakhouse" in Amarillo, where they boast a "free 72 oz steak". The steak, however is only free if you can eat it, along with a baked potato and salad in under an hour, otherwise you pay $72 for the meal.This place is as big of a tourist trap as any place in the world, but we enjoyed our humble 8oz steaks and the old west atmosphere. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3497434038/" title="IMG_1049 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3497434038_0a72b6e1fd.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1049" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3497441236/" title="IMG_1043 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3497441236_52ac6cc484.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1043" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 miles outside of Amarillo is the largest cross in the western hemisphere in Groom, Texas. I don't know what to say about it except that it was really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3496598885/" title="IMG_1072 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3496598885_197d2fd65b.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_1072" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Groom, we stopped at a random exit to fill up our gas tank and stumbled upon a lesser known attraction that we remember seeing on a website a few months ago. We never looked up where to find it or even knew which state it was in, but there it was right off the exit that we had taken to top off our tank before we drove to Oklahoma City. The attraction I am referring to is called "Bug Ranch", a poorly executed copy of Cadillac Ranch featuring VW bugs. Needless to say, we were very happy to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3496611669/" title="IMG_1056 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/3496611669_d5f75bc3ea.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1056" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pushed through the endless waste land of northern Texas to get to Oklahoma City before dark. We really wanted to see the Oklahoma City Bombing memorial and we knew that as soon as the sun went down we wouldn't get very many good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monument was amazing and very well created. Where the building once stood they put a plot of grass with a series of chairs symbolizing all of the victims of the attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3497410564/" title="IMG_1097 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3300/3497410564_ac48c43005.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1097" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3496643247/" title="IMG_1110 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3346/3496643247_a9d7377757.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_1110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across from the chairs was a large Elm tree known as the "Survivor Tree". It was planted in the original parking lot and survived two buildings collapsing. We know this tree from its appearance in the movie "Elizabethtown". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3497596512/" title="IMG_1116 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3497596512_81ee4bb702.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_1116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OKC bombing memorial was a really beautiful monument and although we were really behind schedule, we were very glad that we stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day seemed to drag on forever and the final 4 hour stretch from Oklahoma City to Little Rock seemed extra long. The roads were wet, dark and crowded with aggressive truck drivers that wove in and out of gaps seemingly too small for their large trailers. We arrived at our hotel a little after 1:30am and I have never been so anxious to jump into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 is our relaxed day. We only have 5 hours of driving between Little Rock and Nashville, with a stop to Memphis and Graceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-8798619864872974798?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/8798619864872974798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=8798619864872974798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/8798619864872974798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/8798619864872974798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-trip-day-2.html' title='Road Trip Day 2'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3496688351_bd00df81b8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-2381617460658579830</id><published>2009-05-01T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:37:45.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rancho Cucamonga to Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3492665073/" title="RC2AQ by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/3492665073_b29e298b93.jpg" alt="RC2AQ" width="500" height="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was our first leg of our four da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y road trip. We decided to let Stanley have a vacation as well, so we took him to a Pet Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast where he will stay until Wednesday afternoon. I know it sounds crazy to some people to spend that type of money on a pet, but we want him to be taken care of while we are gone and this just felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we dropped off Stanley we began our 10 hour drive to Albuquerque, New Mexico. We drove on I-40, which parallels the original Route 66 all the way until Oklahoma. A lot of the old road side attractions have been closed since the road's hay day, but the old abandoned buildings dot the desert giving us a break from the monotony of the desert. I snapped a quick picture of this odd looking souvenir shop as we drove past at 85 miles per hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3492665047/" title="IMG_0911 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3492665047_193baced67.jpg" alt="IMG_0911" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's essentially a geodesic dome with a mohawk, but I'm assuming that it has some meaning to the culture of the local Indian tribe, because we saw several more like it near by. Most of the buildings were not kept up like this one. There were countless ghost colonies of decaying Route 66 attractions, hotels and gift shops, each one stirring up feelings of nostalgia for memories I never had. It is easy to witness the devastation that was caused when I-40 replaced the meandering Route 66 with a straight and efficient Highway, bypassing all of the family owned shops, restaurants and hotels that made the road so popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left we made a list of restaurants featured on the Food Network show "Diners, Drive Ins &amp;amp; Dives" that we could visit along the way. So we made a stop in Flagstaff, AZ to eat an early dinner at "Salsa Brava", a Mexican restaurant that prides itself in making all of their food from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3493513614/" title="IMG_0902 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3493513614_9ac3bfe0fd.jpg" alt="IMG_0902" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3493513144/" title="IMG_0898 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3329/3493513144_8f468994ce.jpg" alt="IMG_0898" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The food was awesome, even though I was a little bit unsure about how smart it was to eat a huge plate of Mexican food before a long stint in the car. But everything proved to be okay. The food was delicious and I gave a proverbial high five to Guy Fieri for recommending such a delicious Mexican diner, drive in and/or dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flagstaff was a little more than half way, so after we topped off our gas tank we set off to finish our day long drive to Albuquerque. We made the time pass by watching movies in the car, starting with season one of "Flight of the Conchords", then the "Best of Will Ferrell: Vol. 1". It really did make the four hour drive seem bearable, and I couldn't help but think what the pioneers did with out portable DVD players (but where would they charge them if they don't have a car cigarette lighter to plug it into?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3492695831/" title="IMG_0916 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3595/3492695831_72deec3ebe.jpg" alt="IMG_0916" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the glow of Albuquerque began to create a silhouette of the desert mountains around us. We arrived at the Hyatt Place Hotel a little after 10:30pm and I don't think I could have lasted another minute in the car.  Our hotel room was surprisingly nice, and exactly what a couple of weary travelers need to rest their atrophied minds and bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3492696085/" title="IMG_0936 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3492696085_477c8a6c89.jpg" alt="IMG_0936" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27380171@N06/3493514512/" title="IMG_0939 by anniebanannie_82, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3407/3493514512_05dd08d38a.jpg" alt="IMG_0939" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So now, at the end of our first day on the road my mind is beginning to feel hazy with sleep after looking at the picture I posted above. Tomorrow we are driving to Little Rock, AR and stopping in Amarillo, TX and Oklahoma City. It's a long drive and I'm going to need a good night sleep on a comfortable bed in order to make the entire distance without falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night and Thanks for Reading,&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-2381617460658579830?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/2381617460658579830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=2381617460658579830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/2381617460658579830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/2381617460658579830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-trip-day-1.html' title='Road Trip Day 1'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3656/3492665073_b29e298b93_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-881286740764117984</id><published>2009-04-29T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:11:25.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anybody there?</title><content type='html'>After almost a year of watching the icon for this blog count from one month ago to 11 months ago, I decided that it is probably time for me to start blogging again. I deleted the previous post about me moving to Denver, because I don't want to be reminded of all the things that have happened over the past year that have gone unblogged. But for the sake of filling in the empty blogs of the greater part of 2008 and the first third of 2009, here are a list of things that I could have blogged about, if I had chosen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Me starting a new job as a Technician for Platinum Protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Annie and I got a dog, we named him Stanley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I went White Water rafting in the Rocky Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm back from Denver, it's good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We just bought a new TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Annie, Stanley and I dressed up as golfers for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Proposition 8 and Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I just finished the online Math class that I have been taking since May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) 2 year Anniversary in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Thanksgiving in St George with Sue and Ray Salley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I'm back in Logan for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) My birthday/ Superbowl Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Our newly tiled Kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I got a job delivering pizza for Papa John's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) My mom and sister came to visit us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Stanley's First Birthday (they grow up so fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Blind Man's Bluff party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am completely current on my blog posts I can concentrate on blogging about the things that are currently happening to me. Like that I am moving to Rochester, NY for the summer. Annie and I are driving to Rochester on Friday morning, and we are making stops in Albuquerque, Amarillo, Oklahoma City, Little Rock, Memphis, Nashville, Louisville and Buffalo. So stay tuned for daily blog updates about our road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-881286740764117984?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/881286740764117984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=881286740764117984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/881286740764117984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/881286740764117984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-anybody-there.html' title='Is anybody there?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-2106790672473657703</id><published>2008-04-30T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:12:52.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should We Be Alarmed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLeVlBca5lg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLeVlBca5lg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the future of our country. How Sad! Seriously, that kid needs a good ol' fashioned beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="comment_body_77460" class="comment_body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;-"I took mah Gramma cah cause I was mad at my mom. Den I saw'n had my friend com'n. And he smokes with cigarettes."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-"I hit da -- I yanked duh -- I yanked ... I yanked duh um thang."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-"I wanted to do it cause it's fun. It's fun to do bad thangs. And drive into a car."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you know you could perhaps kill somebody?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-"Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friend."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't think  you should be punished for all of this?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-"Just a little bit, no video games for a whole weekend."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You understand that now your Gramma is going to have to pay to have those cars fixed?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-"Can mah mom helpah?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-2106790672473657703?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/2106790672473657703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=2106790672473657703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/2106790672473657703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/2106790672473657703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wanted-to-do-hood-rat-stuff-with-my.html' title='Should We Be Alarmed?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-7537884083709474269</id><published>2008-04-20T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:04:35.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More in Movie News.</title><content type='html'>I never wanted this to seem like a movie blog, but it seems like that is what I'm into these days. So please don't be offended if I write another blog about some upcoming movies that I can't stop thinking about. With that said, here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My favorite book from my childhood is being made into a full length feature! I'm really excited about this. Apparently, it has been pushed back until 2009, so that they can do a lot of re-shooting. I'm willing to wait though, if it ensures that we get a quality movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0386117/"&gt;http://imdb.com/title/tt0386117/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hobbit (1 &amp;amp;2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Holy Crap! I was so excited last night when I found this little nugget lurking in the depths of IMDB! This project has been pushed back due to disagreements with Peter Jackson's involvement, but I am confident that they cam e to a good compromise. Jackson is signed on as the Executive Producer, and they recruited Guillermo del Toro to direct. If you have seen Pan's Labyrinth than you will agree with me that this was a good move by New Line Cinema. My biggest fear was that these movies would lack cohesiveness with the trilogy. It doesn't seem to be the case though. Guillermo del Toro has a similar style to Jackson's and with Jackson overseeing the production, he will make sure that justice is done to these films.&lt;br /&gt;#1 &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0903624/"&gt;http://imdb.com/title/tt0903624/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt1170358/"&gt;http://imdb.com/title/tt1170358/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The A Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not really sure that I would use the word "excited" to describe my anticipation for this movie, but I am definitely interested. This series is one of the only times when the last name "Murdock" has been given to a protagonist character, so my entire namesake is on the line here. Should I be more worried that they cast Woody Harrelson to play Murdock or that they cast Ice Cube to play Mr. T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0429493/"&gt;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0429493/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap the name "Tim Burton" on just about anything and I'll be there, and this movie will be no exception (Planet of the Apes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; an exception). I'm really interested to see what he will bring to this story. Tim Burton has a way of bringing the dark undertones of any story to the surface, so it will be interesting to see which of the many undertones he brings out with this film. Just one question, Who will Johnny Depp play? (Mad Hatter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt1014759/"&gt;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt1014759/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is going to have the one thing that none of the previous X Men films had: Gambit! Hugh Jackman is coming back as Wolverine and Liev Schrieber is cast as Sabretooth. Seriously though, Gambit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0458525/"&gt;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0458525/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other films that I am anticipating, but don't care to write about include:&lt;br /&gt;Transformers 2&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park 4  -bleh!&lt;br /&gt;Spider Man 4&lt;br /&gt;Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if I missed any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-7537884083709474269?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/7537884083709474269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=7537884083709474269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/7537884083709474269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/7537884083709474269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-in-movie-news.html' title='More in Movie News.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-7605819579525179702</id><published>2008-04-07T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:00:39.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrested Development Movie!</title><content type='html'>In 2006, when my most beloved show Arrested Development was canceled, there were rumors that they were going to do a movie. That seemed to me to be the light at the end of the tunnel, a way to reconcile the pain of watching the greatest sitcom since Seinfeld slip away into television history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time I have thought about the possibility of them doing a movie, but as time passed it seemed less and less plausible. But apparently the light at the end of my tunnel has been re-lit. My good friend Russ told me, and &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0901469/"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt; confirmed it, that an Arrested Development movie is now officially in the works and scheduled for release in 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E! did an interview with Jason Bateman, in which JB also confirmed their plans for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT star, Jason Batemen recently said, &lt;em&gt;“I can confirm that a round of sniffing has started. Any talk is targeting a poststrike situation, of course. I think, as always, that it’s a question of whether the people with the money are willing to give our leader, Mitch Hurwitz, what he deserves for his participation. And I can speak for the cast when I say our fingers are crossed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too, am going to keep my fingers crossed. Not just that the movie will receive the proper funding and commence production, but that enough people will support the film that maybe FOX will reconsider bringing it back for a fourth season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/R_p_PCVSprI/AAAAAAAAABs/M8n7sUEMhu8/s1600-h/AD_Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/R_p_PCVSprI/AAAAAAAAABs/M8n7sUEMhu8/s320/AD_Cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186597817171486386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-7605819579525179702?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/7605819579525179702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=7605819579525179702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/7605819579525179702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/7605819579525179702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrested-development-movie.html' title='Arrested Development Movie!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/R_p_PCVSprI/AAAAAAAAABs/M8n7sUEMhu8/s72-c/AD_Cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862750654029596075.post-5441710641975440812</id><published>2008-03-28T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:20:50.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few changes</title><content type='html'>For quite a while I have been struggling with my blogging dilemma. I originally started the blog to let family and friends know what Annie and I are doing with ourselves in California. That was fine for a while, but I kept  getting these urges to use the blog for my own purposes, which was difficult because the blog was under both mine and Annie's names. I felt like I needed to run everything by Annie before it could be posted (if her name was on it, she should know what she was endorsing). So in response to my ever growing need to rant, vent, share and inform, I started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new blog will be my own forum to speak what I am thinking independent of Annie. But that is not to say that the other blog will be neglected. If Annie and I do something fun together, it will most definitely be posted there, and possibly here as well. My goal is to have to separate blogs for the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862750654029596075-5441710641975440812?l=brettmx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/feeds/5441710641975440812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862750654029596075&amp;postID=5441710641975440812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/5441710641975440812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862750654029596075/posts/default/5441710641975440812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettmx.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-changes.html' title='a few changes'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06750673227923194470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__kPCdEW7nuI/S14nuQQTkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tC8kz8mw5VA/S220/wa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
