<?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-5582731439210849251</id><updated>2012-03-16T16:26:37.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys to Kings</title><subtitle type='html'>Once upon a time a King took his Queen by the hand and set out upon a Journey.  In time they were blessed with the births of five beautiful Boys.  Then, miracle of miracles, they were blessed with two beautiful Girls.  This is the story of their Journey, and how the Boys became Kings (and the Girls became Queens).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-3857241589592302830</id><published>2011-12-16T17:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:28:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the Millsaps at Thousand Frogs Ranch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I am well-compensated, but I don't get a sense of mission or purpose from what I do.  I do a good job, and provide value to my employer, and there are occasional moments of satisfaction in a job well-done, or in an interesting problem solved.  But I have a deep desire to believe that each day's activity is focused in some way on the world's large-scale problems that need solved.  And I think that is best done in a mini-factory, rather than a mega-factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the mini-factory that I am supposed to build?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6756552085413474062?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6756552085413474062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6756552085413474062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6756552085413474062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6756552085413474062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2011/06/mini-factories-what-am-i-going-to-do.html' title='Mini-factories - What am I going to do?'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1571852394623035118</id><published>2011-04-19T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:25:12.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily email from Oliver DeMille</title><content type='html'>Here's the daily email thought from Oliver DeMille at the Social Leader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Great Depression a myth has been growing in America that government is the solution to most problems. In fact, government causes a number of problems. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The government has a vital role in free and prosperous society, but when it goes beyond that role the whole society suffers. Unfortunately, this belief in government as the end-all and fix-all has been popular for some time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rise of independents shows that this view is losing ground, especially among generations X and Y (those currently under age 45).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy said: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For the enemy of truth is very often not the lie--deliberate, contrived, and dishonest--but the myth--persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic. Too often we hold fast to the clichés of our forbears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comfort of opinion, without the discomfort of thought--that's profound.&lt;br /&gt;Here's another deeply relevant thought, shared by Benjamin Franklin: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You will observe with concern how long a useful truth may be known and exist, before it is generally received and practiced upon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free enterprise works, and deep debts and deficits only hurt a nation. Government spending on non-vital things is nearly always inefficient and ultimately harmful to a society. These truths will eventually be acted upon; the sooner the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1571852394623035118?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1571852394623035118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1571852394623035118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1571852394623035118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1571852394623035118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2011/04/daily-email-from-oliver-demille.html' title='Daily email from Oliver DeMille'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-7448222668545060587</id><published>2010-05-03T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:05:55.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Prince has Survived a Great Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S984pBCJaiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lG7EDKt7GCs/s1600/DSCF0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S984pBCJaiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lG7EDKt7GCs/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goodness gracious, life comes at you very fast.&amp;nbsp; My second Prince, who is nine years old, has just survived a great battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago, he tried a flip off a four-foot wall and landed on his back.&amp;nbsp; He didn't think much of it, but headaches started to be a daily occurrence.&amp;nbsp; My Queen finally decided to take him to a doctor on a particularly bad day, and they performed a CT scan and found a large subdural hematoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We life-flighted from our small town to a large pediatric facility and performed a craneotomy to evacuate the hematoma - the surgery took place yesterday.&amp;nbsp; They kept him in ICU overnight, and now we're back on a regular floor at the hospital while he recovers from his war wounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-7448222668545060587?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/7448222668545060587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=7448222668545060587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7448222668545060587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7448222668545060587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-second-prince-has-survived-great.html' title='My Second Prince has Survived a Great Battle'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S984pBCJaiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lG7EDKt7GCs/s72-c/DSCF0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1247602976447195644</id><published>2010-03-25T08:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:34:57.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deerslayer - James Fenimore Cooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S6vI3bgdVII/AAAAAAAAAOk/r9RiLCOIpVI/s1600/963406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S6vI3bgdVII/AAAAAAAAAOk/r9RiLCOIpVI/s320/963406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Having read and enjoyed “The Last of the Mohicans” a pair of times, I decided to read this pre-quel by the same author.&amp;nbsp; There are actually several books about Nathanael Bumppo, aka Scout, Deerslayer, Hawkeye – they are referred to as “The Leatherstocking Tales.”&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed this book well enough that I will likely read more of the collection later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This book is about the introduction of Deerslayer as a youthful hunter, as he goes upon his first warpath with his trusted friend Chingachkook.&amp;nbsp; It tells of their struggles with an opposing band of Hurons.&amp;nbsp; In that respect it is true to the form of the more popular novel mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The theme of the book is forgiveness, reconciliation, and redemption.&amp;nbsp; A lesser theme that runs throughout Cooper's books is how we need to act well in the context of our station and gifts in life (i.e. red man’s gifts, white man’s gifts).&amp;nbsp; The main characters involved the major theme of redemption are members of a family named Hutter who live on a remote lake in New York territory called the Glimmerglass – Thomas, the father,&amp;nbsp;was a brigand or pirate in an earlier career and has settled in this remote place to avoid detection and live out his days in peace.&amp;nbsp; The mother is long since dead, but she apparently compromised her principles when young to attach herself to this man, and so she dedicated the rest of her life to teaching her two daughters the essence of Christian doctrine in the Bible, in the hopes of redeeming them.&amp;nbsp; The eldest daughter, Judith, is a rare beauty that in the recent past has let her vanity carry her to some undisclosed impropriety or sin with an officer from the nearby regiment, but feels great remorse for the misdeed and seems to have reformed.&amp;nbsp; The younger daughter, Hetty, is mentally deficient but morally perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Judith recognizes the goodness of Deerslayer’s character and falls in love with him.&amp;nbsp; The climax of the book is the captivity, torture, and rescue of Deerslayer from aforementioned band of Hurons.&amp;nbsp; During the rescue Hetty is mortally wounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In the closing chapters it feels like Judith’s redemption might be made complete if Deerslayer accepts her love, but he does not feel the same way as she does.&amp;nbsp; There is some allusion to her never quite overcoming the transgression from her past and living an ignominious life.&amp;nbsp; Having read some other works from the same era, such as Nathanael Hawthorne, I recognize the religious and cultural perspective of the time that these types of moral sins can never really be overcome in this life.&amp;nbsp; I cannot say that I fully agree; I struggled with this conclusion in the book.&amp;nbsp; But now that the pendulum has swung so far in the opposite direction, I long for a return to this moral perspective – it is superior to the levity with which we as a culture treat these matters today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1247602976447195644?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1247602976447195644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1247602976447195644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1247602976447195644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1247602976447195644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2010/03/deerslayer-james-fenimore-cooper.html' title='The Deerslayer - James Fenimore Cooper'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S6vI3bgdVII/AAAAAAAAAOk/r9RiLCOIpVI/s72-c/963406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8595000992351082036</id><published>2010-03-04T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:04:00.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Four - Joseph M. Marshall III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S5CQKJRB5pI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9WaFRkUybLY/s1600-h/power_of_four_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S5CQKJRB5pI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9WaFRkUybLY/s200/power_of_four_02.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the third book I've read by Marshall.&amp;nbsp; This one is the basis for a leadership seminar that he has taught all over the place.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed his simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, he uses Crazy Horse and other significant Lakota leaders as a basis and summarizes true leadership in four principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--Know Yourself&lt;br /&gt;--Know Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;--Know the Enemy&lt;br /&gt;--Lead the Way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every effective leadership approach has the same basic principles, although they are characterized in different ways.&amp;nbsp; Self awareness is the key - &lt;i&gt;know yourself&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Networking and communication are essential - &lt;i&gt;know your friends&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Dealing with opposition and remaining true in the face of adversity make an integral leader - &lt;i&gt;know your enemies&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And of course, you have to move forward when you know it is right - &lt;i&gt;lead the way&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially liked the chapter on knowing your enemies - he does not limit this to people, but points out that sometimes our enemies can be less tangible, like racism or apathy.&amp;nbsp; A leader has to dig in and understand their enemy if they are going to effectively engage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short and simple book, and just as good as his other books.&amp;nbsp; My only negative comment is that he goes off on political tangents a couple of times which are relatively irrelevant, but I certainly don't desire to deprive a man of his opinion, and I see his perspective and comprehend him a little better through hearing what he has to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8595000992351082036?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8595000992351082036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8595000992351082036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8595000992351082036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8595000992351082036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-four-joseph-m-marshall-iii.html' title='The Power of Four - Joseph M. Marshall III'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S5CQKJRB5pI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9WaFRkUybLY/s72-c/power_of_four_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4207085641695282084</id><published>2010-02-15T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:10:56.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bielski Brothers - Peter Duffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S3oouEQjU6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/znHHWmcx_lc/s1600-h/bielski-brothers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S3oouEQjU6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/znHHWmcx_lc/s200/bielski-brothers.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I am rarely satisfied with one perspective on a topic, I read a second history of the Bielski brothers - this one by a non-Jewish American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was an easier read than the Nechama Tec history, in that it was more chronological.&amp;nbsp; I was impressed at the level of research that Peter Duffy performed to write the book - it captures a little more detail in some areas than Tec's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusions are more pointed - by the time the war ended, there were very few Jews joining up with Bielski's unit, simply because they were all gone, destroyed.&amp;nbsp; It is indeed a sad chapter in human history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4207085641695282084?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4207085641695282084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4207085641695282084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4207085641695282084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4207085641695282084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2010/02/bielski-brothers-peter-duffy.html' title='The Bielski Brothers - Peter Duffy'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S3oouEQjU6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/znHHWmcx_lc/s72-c/bielski-brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1540201195934214747</id><published>2010-02-11T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:40:50.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defiance by Nechama Tec</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S3Tn2CdkjqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-ZC9boNpq5s/s1600-h/Defiance-E9B592L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S3Tn2CdkjqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-ZC9boNpq5s/s200/Defiance-E9B592L.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No way around it - this book was extremely fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image is from the movie that Edward Zwick made with Daniel Craig as Tuvia Bielski.&amp;nbsp; I first saw the movie, and then I was unable to resist getting the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many shortcomings in the movie, but it was well done.&amp;nbsp; When you have to boil down the essential elements of a highly documented and researched historical work, you just can't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic storyline is set in Belorussia/Poland when the Germans invaded in 1941.&amp;nbsp; Jewish population in this region was reduced by 90% during the several years of World War II.&amp;nbsp; This is about a group of Jews that resisted, fled into the forest, built a village, and had as their primary mission to save Jews.&amp;nbsp; They were very imperfect people (who isn't?) but I was fascinated by their humanity and their reaction to the situation in which they found themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At war's end, over 1200 Jews walked out of the forest together under the leadership of three brothers - Tuvia, Zus, and Asael Bielski.&amp;nbsp; Today the descendants of the people they saved number in the tens of thousands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1540201195934214747?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1540201195934214747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1540201195934214747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1540201195934214747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1540201195934214747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2010/02/defiance-by-nechama-tec.html' title='Defiance by Nechama Tec'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S3Tn2CdkjqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-ZC9boNpq5s/s72-c/Defiance-E9B592L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4404743638793577258</id><published>2010-02-01T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:15:16.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hundred in the Hand - Joseph Marshall III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S2efa2haoII/AAAAAAAAAOE/ftOjJ_ha4Ek/s1600-h/hundred_in_hand_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S2efa2haoII/AAAAAAAAAOE/ftOjJ_ha4Ek/s200/hundred_in_hand_01.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a great time reading a historical novel by a Lakota - Hundred in the Hand tells the story of the Fetterman Massacre from the perspective of the native American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of controversy surrounds the events of the Fetterman Massacre - perhaps the most argued issue is whether or not Crazy Horse was present. &amp;nbsp;To the Lakota, there is no question. &amp;nbsp;This was the place where he truly became a great symbol in the eyes of his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read another book by Marshall a year ago - it was a biography entitled &lt;i&gt;The Journey of Crazy Horse&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I truly enjoyed the effort it took to see things from a different perspective than the one we get in our typical history books. &amp;nbsp;History is always written by the winners...and so it is possibly not very objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although God clearly had a hand in the westward expansion in America, a lot of really ugly human characteristics were made manifest in the treatment of the native Americans. &amp;nbsp;There was a lot of greed and ambition, and there was sometimes a thirst for blood, especially among former fighters in the Civil War. &amp;nbsp;It is also difficult to understand the historical bigotry and racism that existed amongst many who came west. &amp;nbsp;I am describing a general problem associated with the human condition throughout the history of the world - a lack of respect for differences and a closed mind when faced with diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do understand that many migrants experienced hardship and suffering at the hands of native Americans, but it is important to consider the many reasons why the natives responded to the westward expansion the way that they did. &amp;nbsp;It is also important to understand that they experienced many broken promises from the white people along the way and therefore lost trust in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so much of a pragmatist to think that growth and efficiency must always be best, and I am not so much of a Darwinist to think that it was simply good for the stronger people to prevail. &amp;nbsp;I appreciate Mr. Marshall's writing, and I recommend it to others...enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4404743638793577258?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4404743638793577258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4404743638793577258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4404743638793577258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4404743638793577258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2010/02/hundred-in-hand-joseph-marshall-iii.html' title='Hundred in the Hand - Joseph Marshall III'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S2efa2haoII/AAAAAAAAAOE/ftOjJ_ha4Ek/s72-c/hundred_in_hand_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1721735267825187739</id><published>2010-01-27T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:50:33.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat the Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S2EUpcSJsII/AAAAAAAAAN8/hLpcbyUWbZY/s1600-h/Eat-the-Rich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S2EUpcSJsII/AAAAAAAAAN8/hLpcbyUWbZY/s200/Eat-the-Rich.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed this book - in fact, I found myself feeling guilty at how much I was enjoying it, due to P.J. O'Rourke's irrevent and sometimes crude manner.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure I could have read this one out loud with my queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand economics, he traveled to Wall Street, Albania, Sweden, Cuba, Tanzania, Hong Kong, Shanghai, and Russia (and I may have forgotten a few places) to see good and bad versions of free market and socialism.&amp;nbsp; I think his press pass may have gotten him into some places that the regular Joe like you and me might not go, but his insights are spot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last chapter is the best - he talks about four ways to spend money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend your own money on yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend your own money on somebody else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend somebody else's money on yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend somebody else's money on other people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;He does this to demonstrate why it is always best if we can earn and spend our own money - there is greater accountability and tendency toward wisdom and frugality with #1.&amp;nbsp; In #4, you buy whatever the heck you want no matter the cost (which is what government spending looks like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book goes up there with Henry Hazlitt's &lt;i&gt;Economics in One Lesson&lt;/i&gt; - it is a treasure.&amp;nbsp; But be prepared for the vulgarity and frankness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1721735267825187739?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1721735267825187739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1721735267825187739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1721735267825187739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1721735267825187739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2010/01/eat-rich.html' title='Eat the Rich'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/S2EUpcSJsII/AAAAAAAAAN8/hLpcbyUWbZY/s72-c/Eat-the-Rich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4965323895507122515</id><published>2009-12-14T14:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:55:46.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review - Arrowsmith</title><content type='html'>Last night I finished &lt;i&gt;Arrowsmith&lt;/i&gt; by Sinclair Lewis.  I saw it on our downstairs bookshelf about a week ago and decided that I shouldn't let a classic book sit there unread - I wouldn't call it the most compelling read I've ever experienced, but it was worthy of my time.  The use of language, the description of the characters, the development of the story, were all well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am left wondering what the author intended me to take from the story...I warn other people about asking themselves this question all the time, but I have asked myself anyway.&amp;nbsp; It appears that the author wishes to enshrine asceticism above all else.&amp;nbsp; I liked the main character (Martin Arrowsmith), because I could see some of myself in him, but I became very frustrated with him at several points in the story, especially at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a bright and scientific young man from a small Midwest town who graduates medical school, goes briefly into small-town private practice, public health official for a time, and a more high paying private practice job before landing a medical research job with a large research firm.&amp;nbsp; There is a fair amount of content in the book associated with Martin's former medical school mentor, Max Gottlieb, who is somewhat of an ascetic and purist. Halfway through the book, while working for the institute, Martin discovers a "phage" that destroys bacteria and he travels to a Caribbean island to fight an outbreak of plague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin's wife Leora is a very likeable character - she is honest and has no pretensions and loves him through all of his quirks. She dies of the plague on the island, and he loses his anchor for a time. He remarries a very wealthy woman, but later leaves her and his young son to devote the rest of his life to pure scientific research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled a bit with the ending - this is where I see the author enshrining Martin's ascetic ideal, and I don't understand it.&amp;nbsp; But overall, a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4965323895507122515?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4965323895507122515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4965323895507122515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4965323895507122515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4965323895507122515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/12/book-review-arrowsmith.html' title='Book Review - Arrowsmith'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1430875565992173952</id><published>2009-12-03T17:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:52:56.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Unto Us A Child Is Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Sxha6-XER9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z-isGrCL2Lg/s1600-h/Large-Stable-st.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Sxha6-XER9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z-isGrCL2Lg/s400/Large-Stable-st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Isaiah 9:6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.&amp;nbsp; And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Luke 2:11-12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;OK, so Mary (my queen) is wearing eyeglasses and baby Jesus (my little princess) is a little girl, but you get the idea!&amp;nbsp; This was fun and chaotic to take this picture last night for family night.&amp;nbsp; I really like the little angel on the right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1430875565992173952?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1430875565992173952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1430875565992173952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1430875565992173952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1430875565992173952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-unto-us-child-is-born.html' title='For Unto Us A Child Is Born'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Sxha6-XER9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z-isGrCL2Lg/s72-c/Large-Stable-st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6850553943797204301</id><published>2009-11-09T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:53:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing a Book</title><content type='html'>I am participating in NaNoWriMo this year - I am posting the chapters in my adventure novel to this site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heartofthewilderness.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://heartofthewilderness.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to stop by and see what an amateur writer has in his head.&amp;nbsp; The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.&amp;nbsp; I'm only getting about half as many words per day as the goal.&amp;nbsp; We'll see if I catch up.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, I am learning a lot about how to spill your brains out on paper.&amp;nbsp; I welcome your comments - maybe you can give me ideas as the novel develops.&amp;nbsp; I have a rough outline in my head, and I try to write a chapter each night.&amp;nbsp; I'm a few nights behind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6850553943797204301?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6850553943797204301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6850553943797204301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6850553943797204301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6850553943797204301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/11/writing-book.html' title='Writing a Book'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8505052022469921653</id><published>2009-10-06T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:59:21.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl has joined the family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SswfPqMUAGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UJuf-OkYMHA/s1600-h/7217_137701868010_814188010_2400620_6754519_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SswfPqMUAGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UJuf-OkYMHA/s200/7217_137701868010_814188010_2400620_6754519_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A princess has arrived - the King and Queen are elated and the five Princes are quite satisfied as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More will have to be written on the topic, but this will have to suffice for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much rejoicing is at hand in the kingdom.&amp;nbsp; As to whether she will be more like Joan of Arc than a dainty princess, I think the answer is pretty obvious...she has five older brothers to teach her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8505052022469921653?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8505052022469921653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8505052022469921653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8505052022469921653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8505052022469921653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-has-joined-family.html' title='A Girl has joined the family!'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SswfPqMUAGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/UJuf-OkYMHA/s72-c/7217_137701868010_814188010_2400620_6754519_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4509323463597584514</id><published>2009-09-17T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:48:48.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congressman Rogers' Opening Statement on Healthcare Reform</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G44NCvNDLfc&amp;amp;hl=en&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/G44NCvNDLfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4509323463597584514?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4509323463597584514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4509323463597584514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4509323463597584514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4509323463597584514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/09/congressman-rogers-opening-statement-on.html' title='Congressman Rogers&apos; Opening Statement on Healthcare Reform'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-712795014061281545</id><published>2009-08-22T12:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:08:04.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Garden Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SpBA5MadPYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fCEdNRhCXig/s1600-h/DSCN0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SpBA5MadPYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fCEdNRhCXig/s400/DSCN0470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372865706781916546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Royal Family spent an hour in the garden today and harvested some purple potatoes, carnival carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions (not pictured) and the last ear of corn.  We are still harvesting the tomatoes, cucumbers, beans, carrots, melons, and squash.  We might get another run at the strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something deeply wholesome about working the earth and bringing forth a harvest.  It can be a lot of work.  Our garden this year is a weedy mess due to the huge quantities of time that the King has spent away from home and the fact that the Queen is ready to deliver royal child #6 in a few weeks...but in spite of that, we have been regularly harvesting lots of wonderful garden products and enjoying them in the kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-712795014061281545?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/712795014061281545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=712795014061281545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/712795014061281545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/712795014061281545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/08/backyard-garden-harvest.html' title='Backyard Garden Harvest'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SpBA5MadPYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fCEdNRhCXig/s72-c/DSCN0470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-3863491786551545628</id><published>2009-08-10T17:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:21:26.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Minute University</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kO8x8eoU3L4&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A hilarious and far too accurate parody on the value of a typical university education today.  Of course, there are exceptions...but university education generally ceased to be a place where you learn to think a long time ago - now it's just a place where you receive training for a career.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-3863491786551545628?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/3863491786551545628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=3863491786551545628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3863491786551545628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3863491786551545628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/08/five-minute-university.html' title='The Five Minute University'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-607866811074214352</id><published>2009-08-03T23:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:41:37.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trebuchet!</title><content type='html'>I just returned from Boy Scout Camp - there was a class on medieval engineering where we built a trebuchet - so awesome!  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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/607866811074214352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/08/trebuchet.html' title='Trebuchet!'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-7199155165215387437</id><published>2009-07-16T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:10:28.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Danger with Busy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Sl_5MMXGr3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/m5MB8MI6xPY/s1600-h/cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Sl_5MMXGr3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/m5MB8MI6xPY/s400/cathedral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359276069466058610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You blink and your little kids are not so little anymore.  Isn't it crazy?  We all have our reasons, but many of you can probably identify with me - the busy-ness scale is off the chart in my life.  This photo is taken from an airplane about a week ago - I went up with our pipeline patrol pilot to see what my project in Colorado looked like from the air.  When combined with all of life's other activities, this project has kept me hopping, and has taken priority over some things in my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do to counter the craziness that we experience when life gets so busy?  I don't yet have all of the answers, but I'll be blogging about it here as I figure some out...and I hope to hear from others about what they do to cope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-7199155165215387437?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/7199155165215387437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=7199155165215387437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7199155165215387437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7199155165215387437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/07/danger-with-busy-ness.html' title='The Danger with Busy-ness'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Sl_5MMXGr3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/m5MB8MI6xPY/s72-c/cathedral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-5344774338268580193</id><published>2009-05-26T08:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:43:03.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outfitter Stove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Shv-fb3e_EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sISG3A92Ilk/s1600-h/stove1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Shv-fb3e_EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sISG3A92Ilk/s200/stove1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340141599187729474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Shv-lII7uwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z4RxiVqzcRo/s1600-h/stove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Shv-lII7uwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z4RxiVqzcRo/s200/stove2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340141696971422466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the new outfitter stove that my brothers and I picked up for use in the mountains - it weighs around 80 pounds and everything fits inside the stove for convenience in transportation.  It has a 3 gallon water tank on the side - you always have hot water available and it improves heat retention in your living space.  The stovepipe nests inside itself - it grows from 5 inches at the bottom to 6 inches at the top.  Very cool - we are going to enjoy using it very much.  If you're looking for something similar, go to the &lt;a href="http://www.cylinderstoves.com/"&gt;Cylinder Stove website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-5344774338268580193?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/5344774338268580193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=5344774338268580193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5344774338268580193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5344774338268580193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/05/outfitter-stove.html' title='Outfitter Stove'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/Shv-fb3e_EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sISG3A92Ilk/s72-c/stove1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1119406151521163906</id><published>2009-05-26T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:19:11.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Whatever Brings You Back to Your Heart and the Heart of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild at Heart&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Against the flesh, the traitor within, a warrior  uses discipline. We have a two-dimensional version of this now, which we call a  “quiet time.” But most men have a hard time sustaining any sort of devotional  life because it has no vital connection to recovering and protecting their  strength; it feels about as important as flossing. But if you saw your life as a  great battle and you &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; you needed time with God for your very  survival, you would do it. Maybe not perfectly—nobody ever does and that’s not  the point anyway—but you would have a reason to seek him. We give a halfhearted  attempt at the spiritual disciplines when the only reason we have is that we  “ought” to. But we’ll find a way to make it work when we are convinced we’re  history if we don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time with God each day is not about academic study  or getting through a certain amount of Scripture or any of that. It’s about  connecting with God. We’ve got to keep those lines of communication open, so use  whatever helps. Sometimes I’ll listen to music; other times I’ll read Scripture  or a passage from a book; often I will journal; maybe I’ll go for a run; then  there are days when all I need is silence and solitude and the rising sun. The  point is simply to do &lt;i&gt;whatever brings me back to my heart and the heart of  God&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discipline, by the way, is never the point. The whole point  of a “devotional life” is &lt;i&gt;connecting with God&lt;/i&gt;. This is our primary  antidote to the counterfeits the world holds out to us. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1119406151521163906?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1119406151521163906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1119406151521163906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1119406151521163906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1119406151521163906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-whatever-brings-you-back-to-your.html' title='Do Whatever Brings You Back to Your Heart and the Heart of God'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6049763972654559980</id><published>2009-05-11T08:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:35:31.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Men Die; Few Men Ever Really LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live. Sure, you can create a safe life for yourself...and end your days in a rest home babbling on about some forgotten misfortune. I’d rather go down swinging. Besides, the less we are trying to "save ourselves," the more effective a warrior we will be. Listen to G. K. Chesterton on courage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. “He that will lose his life, the same shall save it” is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers. It might be printed in an Alpine guide or a drill book. The paradox is the whole principle of courage; even of quite earthly or quite brutal courage. A man cut off by the sea may save his life if he will risk it on the precipice. He can only get away from death by continually stepping within an inch of it. A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it; he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eldredge, Wild at Heart , p.169&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6049763972654559980?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6049763972654559980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6049763972654559980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6049763972654559980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6049763972654559980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-men-die-few-men-ever-really-live.html' title='All Men Die; Few Men Ever Really LIVE'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4757769850116685194</id><published>2009-04-22T15:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:28:37.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Tape, Regulation, Intervention...and Freedom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;Limited Government and Private Property Rights&amp;#8230;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve had recent experiences in both of these arenas that deserve to be discussed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-weight:bold'&gt;Private Property Rights&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;We bought an investment property a little more than two years ago.&amp;nbsp; It is a home that was converted many years ago to a duplex.&amp;nbsp; However, the homeowner at the time did the conversion under the radar, so the local municipality will not consider it a legal duplex.&amp;nbsp; Furthermore, they are unwilling to change the zoning from single family dwelling to multifamily dwelling, in spite of the fact that it is surrounded by multiplexes.&amp;nbsp; In our efforts to make change, we dealt with a number of very friendly people at the city that were, frankly, also very clueless.&amp;nbsp; So, we decided to sell the property.&amp;nbsp; From the time that we went under contract with a buyer, two months have elapsed.&amp;nbsp; We are in the middle of signing final closing paperwork, and it has been an absolute motley crue of regulation and intervention clear through the sale process.&amp;nbsp; The buyer is getting an FHA loan, so the federal government is involved with the FHA requirements.&amp;nbsp; The buyer is also seeking redevelopment money from the city, and so the city is using the opportunity to make the property comply with zoning rules.&amp;nbsp; The loan companies have inserted their requirements, as have the title companies.&amp;nbsp; All real estate transactions are also regulated by the state.&amp;nbsp; In the end, if I ask the question &amp;#8220;is this really my private property?&amp;#8221; I have to conclude that it is, in fact, not.&amp;nbsp; If I had freedom to do what I wanted on the property, so long as it did not infringe on my neighbors&amp;#8217; rights and well-being, and if I had freedom to buy and sell property without constant intervention and regulation at every step of the process, then it would be private property.&amp;nbsp; But I conclude that we have had our private property rights stripped from us and really are all just tenants of the state.&amp;nbsp; After all, if I own the property free and clear, I will still forfeit it to the state if I fail to pay property tax.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#8217;m just a renter after all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-weight:bold'&gt;Limited Government&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;I build large pipelines for a living.&amp;nbsp; In a nutshell &amp;#8211; LOTS of permits.&amp;nbsp; I work for a regulated company &amp;#8211; we are regulated by FERC and DOT.&amp;nbsp; The federal regulators force other stakeholders (BLM, USFS, FWS, states, counties, property owners, etc) to work through a process known as NEPA to &amp;#8220;streamline&amp;#8221; the building of a new pipeline or related facility.&amp;nbsp; We (the pipeline company) also have the right of federal pre-emption if a stakeholder is not participating appropriately in the NEPA process or otherwise puts roadblocks in our way.&amp;nbsp; Now, I&amp;#8217;m a champion of private property rights (in spite of my cynicism in the previous paragraph) and do not like to be involved in using eminent domain on projects; in fact, we do not exercise that authority very often.&amp;nbsp; However, if a government agency, state, county, or municipality fails to meet their obligation to the process, I feel no sympathy toward their cause.&amp;nbsp; I recently experienced a county throwing their weight around and doing whatever they could to get additional money from my company and bolster their budgets.&amp;nbsp; We chose not to federally pre-empt simply due to a tight timeframe, and the county knew this would be the case.&amp;nbsp; So, when a small county in the mountain states behaves in this fashion, I tend to feel pretty cynical.&amp;nbsp; I had held out hope that things were different in the small towns, cities, counties.&amp;nbsp; But the truth is, the small governments generally behave just like the big ones, and sometimes they seem even more corrupt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;So, when will the pendulum of freedom start to swing in the other direction?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&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/5582731439210849251-4757769850116685194?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4757769850116685194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4757769850116685194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4757769850116685194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4757769850116685194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-tape-regulation-interventionand.html' title='Red Tape, Regulation, Intervention...and Freedom?'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-3566300359944950577</id><published>2009-04-21T13:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:53:58.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What IS Discipleship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Another great daily email from &lt;a href="http://www.ransomedheart.com/"&gt;Ransomed Heart&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What have we come to accept as “discipleship”? A friend of mine recently handed me a program from a large and successful church somewhere in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Midwest&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It’s a rather exemplary model of what the idea has fallen to. Their plan for discipleship involves, first, becoming a member of this particular church. Then they encourage you to take a course on doctrine. Be “faithful” in attending the Sunday morning service and a small group fellowship. Complete a special course on Christian growth. Live a life that demonstrates clear evidence of spiritual growth. Complete a class on evangelism. Consistently look for opportunities to evangelize. Complete a course on finances, one on marriage, and another on parenting (provided that you are married or a parent). Complete a leadership training course, a hermeneutics course, a course on spiritual gifts, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another on biblical counseling. Participate in missions. Carry a significant local church ministry “load.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re probably surprised that I would question this sort of program; most churches are trying to get their folks to complete something like this, one way or another. No doubt a great deal of helpful information is passed on. My goodness, you could earn an MBA with less effort. But let me ask you: A program like this— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;does it teach a person how to apply principles, or how to walk with God? They are not the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Waking the Dead&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, 95–96) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5582731439210849251-3566300359944950577?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/3566300359944950577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=3566300359944950577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3566300359944950577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3566300359944950577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/04/fw-what-is-discipleship.html' title='What IS Discipleship?'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6353385836677122349</id><published>2009-04-20T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:24:02.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I couldn't help myself - I had to re-post the "daily reading" that I received over the weekend from &lt;a href="http://www.ransomedheart.com/"&gt;Ransomed Heart Ministries&lt;/a&gt; (from John Eldredge.)  You know, this stuff calls to my deepest sense of self.  I'm a Mormon - and here is a born-again Christian author to whom I owe a deep debt of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then from on high—somewhere in the distance there’s a voice that calls—remember who you are. If you lose yourself—your courage soon will follow.&lt;br /&gt;(Gavin Greenaway and Trevor Horn, &lt;em&gt;Sound the Bugle&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going to need your whole heart in all its glory for  this Story you’ve fallen into. So, who did God mean when he meant you? We at least know this: we know that we are not what we were meant to be. Most of us  spend our energy trying to hide that fact, through all the veils we put on and  the false selves we create. Far better to spend our energy trying to recover the image of God and unveil it for his glory. One means that will help us is any  story that helps us see with the eyes of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live with an  unmasked, unveiled glory that reflects the glory of the Lord? That’s worth  fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disciples of Jesus were all characters. Take James and  John, for instance, “the sons of Zebedee.” You might remember them as the ones  who cornered Jesus to angle for the choice seats at his right and left hands in  the kingdom. Or the time they wanted to call down fire from heaven to destroy a  village that wouldn’t offer Jesus a place for the night. Their buddies called  them idiots; Jesus called them the Sons of Thunder (Mark 3:17). He saw who they  &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; were. It’s their mythic name, their true identity. They looked  like fishermen out of work; they were actually the Sons of Thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a title="outbind://33-0000000082D3BFD8DFFDD41189680010E3B9CEB607008D69D52B845ED41189480010E3B9CEB6000001724FD400008CE9B6C4E75CE74CBB56A3883F928787000003E959760000/" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5582731439210849251" id="19&amp;quot;&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;em title="outbind://33-0000000082D3BFD8DFFDD41189680010E3B9CEB607008D69D52B845ED41189480010E3B9CEB6000001724FD400008CE9B6C4E75CE74CBB56A3883F928787000003E959760000/"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waking the Dead, 82–83) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6353385836677122349?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6353385836677122349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6353385836677122349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6353385836677122349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6353385836677122349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-couldnt-help-myself-i-had-to-re-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1485278789268393715</id><published>2009-04-13T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:38:49.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens and Social Leadership</title><content type='html'>So what do a few chickens have to do with Social Leadership?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past couple of months, the animal enforcement folks from my city have ticketed otherwise law-abiding neighbors of mine for having the audacity to raise hens in their own yards.  The tickets are essentially a warning - they give a time limit in which to comply or they will forcibly remove them.  I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Queen took up the call and began to talk to elected officials.  This led us to city hall for a council meeting in which a few people were allowed to share their opinions on why it shouldn't be a concern to the city if folks have back-yard hens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how does Social Leadership fit into this picture?  Prior to the city council meeting, my Queen and I sent out information to lots of friends and acquaintances, handed out stuff to neighbors, etc, and only a handful of them bothered to write to their councilmembers or show up at the meeting.  There are a lot of explanations for this lack of incentive among us, but none of them really excuse us from taking a stand when things are wrong around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about chickens - it's about standing up for what is right.  It's about standing in support of other people who are sticking out their necks for what is right.  Let's have a cheer for Social Leadership!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering, none of the elected officials in the meeting believe we can take care of ourselves.  They're in for a pretty big shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a shout out for changing the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1485278789268393715?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1485278789268393715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1485278789268393715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1485278789268393715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1485278789268393715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/04/chickens-and-social-leadership.html' title='Chickens and Social Leadership'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-487225419033908323</id><published>2009-04-01T05:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:21:54.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish all politicians were this honest...</title><content type='html'>On March 26, Daniel Hannan gave this speech in British Parliament:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/94lW6Y4tBXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/94lW6Y4tBXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-487225419033908323?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/487225419033908323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=487225419033908323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/487225419033908323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/487225419033908323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-all-politicians-were-this-honest.html' title='I wish all politicians were this honest...'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-2745570907924597099</id><published>2009-03-18T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:27:55.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWX8FXv7cy8/ScEgwa7XarI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hxDQi1cNXQg/s1600-h/jacob+shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWX8FXv7cy8/ScEgwa7XarI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hxDQi1cNXQg/s200/jacob+shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314565051508026034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prince #3 can definitely see the warrior inside - look at how he notices that his shadow is bigger than him.  Dart gun in hand - ready for the adventurous battle - ready to save the day.  Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-2745570907924597099?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/2745570907924597099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=2745570907924597099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2745570907924597099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2745570907924597099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/03/warrior.html' title='The Warrior'/><author><name>Arborist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02202892654784200180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWX8FXv7cy8/ScEgwa7XarI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hxDQi1cNXQg/s72-c/jacob+shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-3496781034156408878</id><published>2009-03-18T09:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:41:00.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/ScEVWiBD4ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hAJhCzKTvrw/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/ScEVWiBD4ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hAJhCzKTvrw/s200/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552512106455442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying to decide whose facial expression I like the best...mine, my queen's, one of the prince's, or perhaps the shark's...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-3496781034156408878?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/3496781034156408878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=3496781034156408878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3496781034156408878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3496781034156408878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/03/shark-attack.html' title='Shark Attack!'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/ScEVWiBD4ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hAJhCzKTvrw/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-2175315768037932067</id><published>2009-03-10T22:58:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:32:08.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver DeMille and Thomas Jefferson Education</title><content type='html'>I've been on a journey for several years now, and it's worth sharing with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/djeppson.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SbdIixd6UYI/AAAAAAAAALw/BYf94WtPNqU/s200/djeppson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311794047738335618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to homeschool the kids early on - so it was natural when we moved into our current neighborhood that we would gravitate toward &lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/djeppson.php"&gt;Diann Jepp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/djeppson.php"&gt;son&lt;/a&gt;, and that we would become introduced to Thomas Jefferson Education (TJEd).  &lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/djeppson.php"&gt;Diann&lt;/a&gt; has lived the principles of TJEd first hand in her home, and is a great mentor and source of information regarding this teaching method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Thomas-Jefferson-Education-Generation-Twenty-first/dp/096712462X/ref=pd_sim_b_5"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SbdI1odOAnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/goGaRVSmea4/s200/2782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311794371737027186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thomas-Jefferson-Education-Generation-Twenty-first/dp/096712462X/ref=pd_sim_b_5"&gt;A Thomas Jefferson Education&lt;/a&gt;" was written by &lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/odemille.php"&gt;Oliver DeMille&lt;/a&gt;, and its methodology has revolutionized the educational process in our home.  My queen and I both apply the principles in our own studies, and are learning how to apply the principles in the learning process of our princes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/odemille.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SbdIrXa8VlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Z96Fd5YB6Rk/s200/odemille.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311794195365385810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I began a graduate degree program in 2006 at &lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/"&gt;GWU&lt;/a&gt;, under the direct tutelage of &lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/odemille.php"&gt;Oliver DeMille&lt;/a&gt;.  I expect that the degree will take several more years, but the journey is fantastic.  &lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/odemille.php"&gt;Oliver&lt;/a&gt; and the other mentors have very keen intellects, and the classes and other opportunites to interface and network are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Thomas-Jefferson-Education-Home-Companion/dp/0967124638"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SbdI9xWXZWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lyFc50Hoibc/s200/thomas%2Bjefferson%2Beducation%2Bhome%2Bcompanion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311794511563154786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/odemille.php"&gt;Oliver DeMille&lt;/a&gt;, his wife Rachel, and &lt;a href="http://www.gw.edu/about/faculty_staff/djeppson.php"&gt;Diann Jeppson&lt;/a&gt; recently authored a companion to the original book.  It is equally valuable and informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these books can be ordered directly from &lt;a href="http://www.tjedmarketplace.com/books"&gt;TJEdMarketplace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-2175315768037932067?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/2175315768037932067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=2175315768037932067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2175315768037932067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2175315768037932067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/03/oliver-demille-and-thomas-jefferson.html' title='Oliver DeMille and Thomas Jefferson Education'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SbdIixd6UYI/AAAAAAAAALw/BYf94WtPNqU/s72-c/djeppson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4595392944595037818</id><published>2009-03-08T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:10:48.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of Crazy Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SbSMvaH97dI/AAAAAAAAALo/nJo4ImetwWY/s1600-h/crazy-horse-book-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SbSMvaH97dI/AAAAAAAAALo/nJo4ImetwWY/s200/crazy-horse-book-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311024606671138258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow - I just read an amazing book.  The most amazing thing about it is that it is written in the oral tradition.  It's about the famous Lakota warrior Crazy Horse.  The author is Joseph M. Marshall III, a Lakota himself, who has helped to preserve the culture of a proud and amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read numerous books that have helped me open my mind to the historical realities of a given situation - now I get to add this one to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, the Lakota recently took the old treaties from over a century ago to Washington DC and basically told representatives there that they were withdrawing from the terms of the treaty...thereby essentially saying that they and their lands were no longer part of the United States.  I don't think the case is resolved yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the example of Crazy Horse in my class at the TJEd forum this weekend - I feel like his life represents the life of a complete man, and most of what he represented should be emulated by anybody striving to be a good, honorable, complete man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is WAY more interesting than most histories you will read - it feels like you're sitting by the fire listening to the tribal elder say "&lt;i&gt;Hiyu wo, takoja, wica wawoptetusni wan tawoecun ociciyakin ktelo&lt;/i&gt; – Come, grandson, I want to tell you of the deeds of a hero."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4595392944595037818?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4595392944595037818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4595392944595037818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4595392944595037818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4595392944595037818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-of-crazy-horse.html' title='The Journey of Crazy Horse'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SbSMvaH97dI/AAAAAAAAALo/nJo4ImetwWY/s72-c/crazy-horse-book-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4475886367307944637</id><published>2009-03-01T17:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:34:10.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Bagger Vance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SasmWR2SEZI/AAAAAAAAALg/qRIz6ydGSys/s1600-h/Legend.baggervance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SasmWR2SEZI/AAAAAAAAALg/qRIz6ydGSys/s200/Legend.baggervance.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378749976318354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK - I am preparing for a presentation this next weekend, and so I have been searching for material to "round out" the topic a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my other literary wanderings a pair of weeks ago, I found reference to "The Legend of Bagger Vance," so I checked it out from the library.  I finished it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not a golfer - I golfed a few dozen times in high school, and can count on my fingers how many times I've been out since then.  I get amused at how metaphorical some of my golfing friends will wax at times...but this book takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subtitle is "Golf and the Game of Life."  This book is similar to "The Celestine Prophecy" in that it is a handbook of cosmic post-modernism clothed in a novel.  It is well-written.  The story is set in 1931 near Savannah; a three-man golf championship consisting of two well known national champs and a local unknown.  Bagger Vance is the caddy of the local unknown.  He is also a mystic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that life is about more than just these experiences that we have from day to day.  God is seeking to mold us and move us to a higher plane of thinking.  I don't think that it requires these eastern mystical methods to achieve, however.  Plus, cosmic post-modern proponents tend to go out of their way to marginalize conservative views on morality.  Achieving the higher plane &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; morality, in their worldview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4475886367307944637?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4475886367307944637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4475886367307944637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4475886367307944637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4475886367307944637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/03/legend-of-bagger-vance.html' title='The Legend of Bagger Vance'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SasmWR2SEZI/AAAAAAAAALg/qRIz6ydGSys/s72-c/Legend.baggervance.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-49773384708129966</id><published>2009-02-23T13:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:19:18.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comrades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SaMCurVjjMI/AAAAAAAAALY/K6OHhUpJpiA/s1600-h/Comrades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306087786902949058" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 102px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SaMCurVjjMI/AAAAAAAAALY/K6OHhUpJpiA/s200/Comrades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just re-read a book in preparation for my presentation at the TJEd Forum (see my post from last week.) It is entitled &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comrades - Brothers, Fathers, Heroes, Sons, Pals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - the author is Stephen E. Ambrose.  I listened to this one on audio CD a pair of years ago and loved it.  This time I read it in print. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men share sincere friendship, it takes on a different look and feel than the romantic relationship between a woman and a man.  This book is about Ambrose's personal experiences with his father, brothers, and friends, and then his historical perspectives on the subject as it applies to several famous people from history - Lewis &amp;amp; Clark, Eisenhower and his brother, Patton and Eisenhower, Crazy Horse and He Dog, Custer and his brothers. Nixon and...Nixon had no close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an easy read, and it reinforces things you've probably always felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think about it, though.  Men generally have a small circle of friends.  They are more independent, more stand-offish, and generally have approached life from a "figure it out myself" approach.  Not all men, but most generally land in that description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got much more to share on that idea, and what to do about it, in my class at the forum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-49773384708129966?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/49773384708129966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=49773384708129966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/49773384708129966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/49773384708129966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/02/comrades.html' title='Comrades'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SaMCurVjjMI/AAAAAAAAALY/K6OHhUpJpiA/s72-c/Comrades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-5128460186301654936</id><published>2009-02-23T09:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:24:06.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimum Egress Requirements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SaL3pzlG5VI/AAAAAAAAALQ/r6dID0sjLdQ/s1600-h/bdrm+wndw+egress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SaL3pzlG5VI/AAAAAAAAALQ/r6dID0sjLdQ/s200/bdrm+wndw+egress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306075608588412242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan Thomas is going to love this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are trying to sell an older home, but the windows in the bedrooms don't meet minimum egress requirements?  You see, the buyer wants to get an FHA-backed loan, but FHA has a list of "stuff" that you have to do before they will insure the loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a newer (post-1978) home, the requirement is a minimum of 5.7 sq. ft. of egress area - that would be the size of the opening when the window is fully open.  They cut a little bit of slack on the older homes - the one I am selling was built in 1940 - so you only have to have 5.0 sq. ft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inspector came by the house and noted that the opening (the ENTIRE opening, not just the sliding part of the window) was big enough, but only just barely, so I had three options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - install a new full-opening window that fit the hole&lt;br /&gt;2 - make a bigger hole and install a bigger window&lt;br /&gt;3 - remove the existing window and re-install it on a hinge so that it it full-opening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which option I chose?  Isn't regulation great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-5128460186301654936?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/5128460186301654936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=5128460186301654936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5128460186301654936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5128460186301654936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/02/minimum-egress-requirements.html' title='Minimum Egress Requirements'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SaL3pzlG5VI/AAAAAAAAALQ/r6dID0sjLdQ/s72-c/bdrm+wndw+egress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-5510629385383327811</id><published>2009-02-17T09:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:10:26.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be teaching a workshop at this year's &lt;a href="http://www.tjedmarketplace.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=70&amp;amp;Itemid=134"&gt;Thomas Jefferson Education Forum&lt;/a&gt; - if you're interested in attending or just curious about the event, I would encourage you to &lt;a href="http://www.tjedmarketplace.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=70&amp;amp;Itemid=134"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;.  My workshop is entitled "The Heart of a Man."  Scroll down through the presenters and you'll find my workshop.  I'm excited about many of the other workshops, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught a similar workshop two years ago at the forum, and the topic was well received.  I feel mission-driven to share this idea.  Men need to accept their manhood.  They need to live up to God's expectations of them, which basically means they need to submit their hearts to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop description is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Men have a critical role to play in the education of their children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In order to function properly in our role, we must first become convicted in our hearts that there is nobody else better suited to pass on the principles of true manhood than we are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Come join us as we discuss what constitutes the heart of a man, and how we are especially well-suited to engage in our children’s educational process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Learn how we can overcome our “wounds” and break free from incorrect societal expectations of men as we immerse ourselves in the classics and model important manly traits for our children, family, and others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Join us in the Renaissance of true manhood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-5510629385383327811?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/5510629385383327811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=5510629385383327811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5510629385383327811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5510629385383327811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-be-teaching-workshop-at-this-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-7545664110461535096</id><published>2009-02-16T09:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:59:37.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proper Setting for Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SZmVDS_Lx7I/AAAAAAAAALI/-WC_Egw--Mk/s1600-h/hamiltononrainier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SZmVDS_Lx7I/AAAAAAAAALI/-WC_Egw--Mk/s200/hamiltononrainier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303433920074467250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pair of years ago on one of my expeditions to Rainier, one of my climbing buddies snapped this photo of me in a shelter at 10,000 ft.  The book in my hands is Edith Hamilton's "Mythology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To place the photo in proper context, let me give you a bit more of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the mountain a day prior to my comrades.  Feeling adventurous, I decided that an extra night at high elevation by myself sounded great.  I donned all of my gear and climbed to 9,000 ft., where I made camp in the open under a sky of amazingly brilliant stars.  It was windy and cold, but I read myself to sleep with "Mythology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better place to read about the legendary Olympians and Norse Gods than high on a mountain?  These stories that pass down from generation to generation and remain inseparably a part of our own culture - it is easy to see where they come from when you are in the setting that I found myself that night.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I awoke early and pushed on to 10,000 ft, where I left my heavy pack at a quonset style shelter owned by the Park Service.  I descended to meet my companions and help them push on to the shelter.  After they arrived, we retired early, and due to extreme winds, we sought refuge in the shelter.  So, with the wind howling in the background, I made them listen to more of "Mythology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke the next morning early and made an unsuccessful attempt at the summit - it turns out early October is a bad time because the glaciers have melted a great deal and the crevasses are difficult to navigate.  We stared into the open jaws of several huge crevasses and were reminded of our insignificance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-7545664110461535096?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/7545664110461535096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=7545664110461535096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7545664110461535096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7545664110461535096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/02/proper-setting-for-reading.html' title='The Proper Setting for Reading'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SZmVDS_Lx7I/AAAAAAAAALI/-WC_Egw--Mk/s72-c/hamiltononrainier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-2035449409325913939</id><published>2009-02-14T16:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:16:49.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day</title><content type='html'>It appeared from the outset that it would be a challenging day, one of those that seem difficult to manage.  The Queen wanted to take Prince #1 out for the day so that he could be an extra in a movie and thereby learn more about the art of movie-making.  They left at 6:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That left me with the other four boys, with a food drive to participate in and a wedding to attend - and my job was to be the English to Spanish interpreter at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out alright.  The boys came along and helped out with the food drive.  Some older boys in the neighborhood took #2 and #3 under their wings and I drove along behind them so they could unload the bags of food somewhere.  We collected a bunch - and then it got delivered to the foodbank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was good, too.  The guy performing the wedding spoke no Spanish, but he gave me the rough text of what he was going to say so that I could prepare myself.  I just left my #2 in charge of the younger boys for an hour.  The wedding was for my cousin - he married a girl from Peru who speaks no English.  Weddings are cheesy - but I certainly wouldn't be where I am without one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, I came back home and grabbed the four princes and took them back for food at the reception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-2035449409325913939?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/2035449409325913939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=2035449409325913939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2035449409325913939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2035449409325913939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-day.html' title='A good day'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-7388079987876410823</id><published>2009-02-09T08:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:05:38.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What would happen to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.survivalblog.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SZBSfeeE4_I/AAAAAAAAALA/8pQyd_tmu_E/s200/35549-RAWL-thumbnail.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300827462123709426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK - I just read a fascinating book by James Wesley Rawles called &lt;a href="http://www.survivalblog.com"&gt;Patriots - Surviving the Coming Collapse&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a novel, with a great storyline that just pulls you along, but the whole point of Mr. Rawles' story is to make you aware of what you might do to prepare for a scenario where the fabric of society comes unraveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, economic markets collapse, followed by meltdown of law and order and a period of brigandry and chaos.  The main characters were prepared for such an event, and are holed up in a retreat with enough supplies to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relative order begins to return, and people begin to pull together, at least on a regional scale.  But then big daddy government steps in with their own idea of how to restore order.  Folks band together on a regional scale and sort of declare independence - then have to defend it with their blood when the federal troops come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the people I know, this is a must-read.  There are a few of you who will think I'm a nut for even cracking the cover, but you'll come around eventually :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-7388079987876410823?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/7388079987876410823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=7388079987876410823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7388079987876410823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7388079987876410823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-would-happen-to-you.html' title='What would happen to you?'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SZBSfeeE4_I/AAAAAAAAALA/8pQyd_tmu_E/s72-c/35549-RAWL-thumbnail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-2941863532347476426</id><published>2009-02-05T23:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:31:17.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paternal Leadership - Not Always Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SYvTOr_n1FI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mtm_f9gPdiY/s1600-h/P1020040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SYvTOr_n1FI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mtm_f9gPdiY/s320/P1020040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299561635812725842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just returned from a week-long family vacation to Maui.  Let me start by saying that I have five amazing, wonderful princes entrusted to my care (the youngest isn't in this picture because my queen was hanging on to him - she was freaked because there is a huge waterfall right behind us that drops off into oblivion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd like to say that I've got it all figured out on how to teach these guys and raise them up to be great men, real kings and valiant warriors in the battle for men's souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't.  It's really hard and quite overwhelming at times.  I'm figuring it out as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take tonight for example.  All the boys were in bed - the three youngest asleep.  The two oldest (ten and eight) sleep in a downstairs bedroom, and they often get to sleep later than their siblings.  They also are often at each other's throats...as was the case tonight.  And my ventilation ducts act as a nice intercom.  So I knelt down at my vent and tried to speak words of peace to them, but I could hear it escalating down there.  It turned to sobs and moans, so I went on down and tried to calm things in person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one son was ignoring my words while the other was continuing to sob and so I finally yelled something like "ENOUGH!"  Of course, this had the desired effect, but I always feel bad for losing my cool.  I gave a lecture about getting along and trying to find ways to serve each other rather than constantly competing with each other, and I asked their forgiveness for losing my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the sobbing son was calm and the other son was starting to look like he was going to cry.  So I asked him why, and he told me that I had used a swear-word while we were in Hawaii - the "H" word, he said.  Apparently my request for forgiveness had caused him to remember my past transgression.  So I asked him to forgive me for using a bad word, and I told him that I'm not perfect and I'm always trying, and asked him to be patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the night ended well - it's quiet down there now.  But I don't always think deeply enough about what I say and do, and don't always remember that I'm their number one example, for better or worse.  I might not think something is a big deal, but their young minds and hearts might take offense.  And since the idea of a millstone hanged around my neck while I sink into the sea sounds un-appealing, I think I'm going to try a bit harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I give the wrong impression, the vacation was fabulous.  There was occasional friction between siblings (which occasionally rubbed off on parents) but that was overshadowed by good memories.  We had a blast and went all over the island.  I find it amazing to sit back and watch my boys discover things about the world or about themselves.  Sometimes I get to coach them along in that process, but there is no doubt in my mind that most of it is driven by their natural curiosity and their great souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-2941863532347476426?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/2941863532347476426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=2941863532347476426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2941863532347476426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2941863532347476426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/02/paternal-leadership-not-always-easy.html' title='Paternal Leadership - Not Always Easy'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SYvTOr_n1FI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mtm_f9gPdiY/s72-c/P1020040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-437364217468010431</id><published>2009-01-22T11:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:48:29.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaarrgh!  Shiver me timbers...</title><content type='html'>Apparently there are pirates running rampant at my home while I'm out of town.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXi-vC3zbXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RmAOXLDoVLI/s1600-h/pirate3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXi-vC3zbXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RmAOXLDoVLI/s320/pirate3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294191077408075122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been pilfering the household treasures, as you can see from the photos obtained by my security cameras, and even have the gall to make silly faces at the cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXi-oXJxapI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nD_ux0QnKLg/s1600-h/pirate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXi-oXJxapI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nD_ux0QnKLg/s320/pirate2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294190962593065618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disguises can't fool me, however.  I'll be home tonight, and I'll track them down and tickle them silly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXi-h5WEnaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rOmcrIPMcFg/s1600-h/pirate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXi-h5WEnaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rOmcrIPMcFg/s320/pirate1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294190851512376738" 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/5582731439210849251-437364217468010431?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/437364217468010431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=437364217468010431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/437364217468010431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/437364217468010431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaarrgh-shiver-me-timbers.html' title='Aaarrgh!  Shiver me timbers...'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXi-vC3zbXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RmAOXLDoVLI/s72-c/pirate3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-308636744891313918</id><published>2009-01-16T22:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:01:25.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXFyw5m59HI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KxUcYM__wvA/s1600-h/n263052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXFyw5m59HI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KxUcYM__wvA/s320/n263052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292137221560333426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I temporarily interrupted my non-fiction reading - I just finished reading a very unusual book, and an unlikely one for me to read.  It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt; by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows.  It's a novel, and it is laid out as a series of letters and notes between a bunch of people, with a writer named Juliet Ashton as the central character.  It's a beautiful story of post-war recovery in Guernsey, one of the Channel Islands.  As it begins, it is a little hard to find the flow and the story, but you find yourself sucked into the correspondence and come to know the characters.  I really liked it.  Yes, I have to admit, among all my manly reading I've also read and enjoyed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sense and Sensibility&lt;/span&gt;, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the topic, I feel like I have to admit, and proudly, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt; actually is responsible for the union of me and my Queen.  We were dating, and we read it aloud together, and she decided that a man who would read that book with her was worth hanging on to.  The rest is blissful history!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-308636744891313918?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/308636744891313918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=308636744891313918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/308636744891313918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/308636744891313918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2009/01/guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie.html' title='The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SXFyw5m59HI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KxUcYM__wvA/s72-c/n263052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4220575610200752429</id><published>2008-12-30T05:05:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:01:35.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribes - by Seth Godin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Tribes-We-Need-You-Lead/dp/1591842336"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SVoVsdzt9CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3TwrSW_TTRE/s320/tribes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285560966332675106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just read a remarkable little book - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tribes: we need you to lead us&lt;/span&gt; by Seth Godin.  It has no chapters and is only 147 pages long.  There is a new subheading approximately every page.  It feels like a book of quotes and yet you feel pulled through it page after page &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; as if it had a flow.  Actually, it does have a flow, just not in the traditional sense.  But there isn't much traditional about this book or its author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a flavor of the content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change isn't made by asking permission.  Change is made by asking forgiveness, later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's easy to hesitate when confronted with the feeling that maybe you're getting too much attention.  Great leaders are able to reflect the light onto their teams, their tribes.  Great leaders don't want the attention, but they use it.  They use it to unite the tribe and to reinforce its sense of purpose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Challenging the status quo requires commitment, both public and private.  It involves reaching out to others and putting your ideas on the line.  (Or pinning your Ninety-five Theses to the church door.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The factory is part of the fabric of our lives.  It's there because it pays, and it's there because it's steady, and it's there because we want it.  What you won't find in a factory is a motivated tribe making a difference.  And what you won't find waiting outside the factory is a tribe of customers, excited about what's to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As the ability to lead a tribe becomes open to more people, it's interesting to note that those who take that opportunity (and those who succeed most often) are doing it because of what they can do for the tribe, not because of what the tribe can do for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The art of leadership is understanding what you can't compromise on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you ought to set up a life you don't need to escape from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The secret of leadership is simple: Do what you believe in.  Paint a picture of the future.  Go there.  People will follow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being charismatic doesn't make you a leader.  Being a leader makes you charismatic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This book is a call to have faith and follow your passion - your tribe will coalesce and follow you.  In the last subheading, I was invited to share this book with you.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you read it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4220575610200752429?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4220575610200752429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4220575610200752429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4220575610200752429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4220575610200752429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribes-by-seth-godin.html' title='Tribes - by Seth Godin'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SVoVsdzt9CI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3TwrSW_TTRE/s72-c/tribes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6714756684160461865</id><published>2008-12-22T20:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:46:41.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Precious</title><content type='html'>My cousin's family lost their 18-year-old son and brother in a &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=5144630"&gt;tragic car accident&lt;/a&gt; this morning.  All day long since I heard the news I've been walking in a different world.  I can't stop thinking about how much sorrow they must feel, even with the knowledge of God's eternal plan.  It is especially difficult to wrap our perspective around life and death when someone so young is taken so suddenly - no time for goodbyes.  Even when you have a firm faith that you'll be together again in eternity, this life is so...mortal.  Death seems so final and painful.  And since we don't know how long it will be until we pass through death's gate, it feels like it will be forever until we see our loved one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a shame that it takes a tragedy to make me seek perspective, but today I have loved my wife and sons more deeply.  I will be reaching out to my cousins over the next few days and through the holidays, as the funeral services are conducted, and loving them more deeply as well.  They have been so supportive of my family - always there for family events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about the life of this 18-year-old young man, I daydreamed about sitting with him on the back deck of another cousin's house not too long ago, talking about life in general and considering what the future held in store.  Like most boys that age, he came across initially with that distant attitude - kind of a shy version of James Dean.  But the more we talked, the more depth I could see in his views.  He had the same wonderful hopes, dreams, longings, yearnings, that all of us "boys" pass through as we go down the road toward manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the words of John Eldredge - "...in the heart of every man is a desperate desire for a battle to fight, an adventure to live, and a beauty to rescue."  Thanks to God in Heaven for that desperate desire - it makes life wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to my cousin's family - I love you so much., and I am so sorry for your loss.  Thank you for blessing our lives every chance you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Neal - I will miss you very much.  God be with us all 'til we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6714756684160461865?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6714756684160461865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6714756684160461865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6714756684160461865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6714756684160461865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is Precious'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1486135317716873594</id><published>2008-12-15T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:39:04.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Came Near</title><content type='html'>(Written by Max Lucado)&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The noise and bustle began earlier than usual in the village. As night gave way to dawn, people were already on the streets. Vendors were positioning themselves on the corners of the most heavily traveled avenues. Store owners were unlocking the doors to their shops. Children were awakened by the excited barking of the street dogs and the complaints of donkeys pulling carts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The owner of the inn had awakened earlier than most in the town. After all, the inn was full, all the beds taken. Every available mat or blanket had been put to use. Soon all the customers would be stirring and there would be a lot of work to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One's imagination is kindled thinking about the conversation of the innkeeper and his family at the breakfast table. Did anyone mention the arrival of the young couple the night before? Did anyone ask about their welfare? Did anyone comment on the pregnancy of the girl on the donkey? Perhaps. Perhaps someone raised the subject. But, at best, it was raised, not discussed. There was nothing that novel about them. They were, possibly, one of several families turned away that night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Besides, who had time to talk about them when there was so much excitement in the air? Augustus did the economy a favor when he decreed that a census should be taken. Who could remember when such commerce had hit the village?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No, it is doubtful that anyone mentioned the couple's arrival or wondered about the condition of the girl. They were too busy. The day was upon them. The day's bread had to be made. The morning's chores had to be done. There was too much to do to imagine that the impossible had occurred.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God entered the world as a baby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A more lowly place of birth could not exist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor, perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him -- so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is. He can't remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still hasn't figured it all out. The mystery event puzzles him. But he hasn't the energy to wrestle with the questions. What's important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes he remembers the name the angel told him to use ... Jesus. "We will call him Jesus."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph's saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can't take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel. "His kingdom will never end."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen. And the worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he has just sent God into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village. They were all too busy to consider the possibility.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Those who missed His Majesty's arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren't looking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;"While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, 'Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.' Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.' When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, 'Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.' So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told." Luke 2:6-20 (NIV)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1486135317716873594?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1486135317716873594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1486135317716873594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1486135317716873594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1486135317716873594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-came-near.html' title='God Came Near'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-7350890950509496806</id><published>2008-12-12T22:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:41:46.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/141659485X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=glennbeckcom-20&amp;amp;linkCode=xm2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creativeASIN=141659485X"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SUNJaxe6FyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/thvaQLpwNS8/s320/christmas+sweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279143912516753186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished a great book by a guy who I admire for his unvarnished version of things.  Glenn Beck is a champion of freedom.  He says some crazy things, but he believes them, and he is usually right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is good like a Richard Paul Evans book.  I think you should read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-7350890950509496806?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/7350890950509496806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=7350890950509496806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7350890950509496806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7350890950509496806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-sweater.html' title='The Christmas Sweater'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SUNJaxe6FyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/thvaQLpwNS8/s72-c/christmas+sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-5089871247671862205</id><published>2008-12-08T16:48:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:38:21.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom, Politics, Apathy, and Kingship</title><content type='html'>OK. I need to blog about this issue - it relates to why our freedoms continue to be eroded and why common people get so apathetic about politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I need to state that I don't like to be pigeon-holed into a certain category or party. It's just not that black and white. However, when I analyze my personal value system, I find that a greater number of my values align with one party platform than with the other. And since our system truly gives a political voice only to those two parties, I have tried my best to be involved in the process. I am the precinct chair in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As precinct chair, I am automatically part of the Central Committee for that party in the local county. We hold quarterly meetings, always on Saturday. I don't have a problem committing my time to this end, if I believe it will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my time doesn't appear to make a big difference. At least not yet. There is a leadership structure in place that always attempts to consolidate support and reduce dissension. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is antithetical to freedom&lt;/span&gt;. In the political process, our voices &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;must be heard&lt;/span&gt; if we expect to live free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to continue to attend these meetings, and try to make a difference. But here are a few things of note to those who care:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like to be manipulated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like back-patting sessions - they are a waste of time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that the marketplace of ideas is amazingly beautiful, even though it is messy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor leaders who lack self-confidence try to eliminate opposing ideas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great leaders love the powerful insights that come from opposing viewpoints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saying one thing and doing the opposite makes you a liar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When liars, poor leaders, manipulators, and back-patters find ways to stay in power, people become apathetic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither party embodies the value systems of the American &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;populace&lt;/span&gt;. A great disenfranchisement is taking place. We are experiencing the seeds of a revolution in this country. While there is much apathy, more and more people that I visit with are educating themselves, preparing themselves for something that they feel is coming. &lt;span class="sqq"&gt;John Adams once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Revolution was effected before the War commenced. The Revolution was in the minds and hearts of the people; a change in their religious sentiments of their duties and obligations. This radical change in the principles, opinions, sentiments, and affections of the people, was the real American Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am continually praying that this new revolution will not result in bloodshed, like so many revolutions of the past, and that it will result in greater freedom rather than greater bondage. I feel very optimistic that better days are ahead of us. I don't think that it is productive to sit back and wring our hands and worry away each day. To borrow a phrase that I've heard a lot in the past few years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A true statesman is someone who sees the world as it is and how it ought to be, and inserts himself in the middle to make the change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you join in my sentiment that each one of us is a King or Queen in a great &lt;a href="http://www.gwc.edu/newsletters/statesman_10_christmas.pdf"&gt;Renaissance of Kings&lt;/a&gt;, not in the sense of the Monarchs in your history books, but each man and woman realizing that they are Divine, and a rightful leader in their homes, neighborhoods, communities, states, and countries. I envision a day in the not-so-distant future when more of us live by the true principles of kingship, and live our best life, reaching out to those around us to teach, improve, understand, succor, and sustain. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Can you join me?&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/5582731439210849251-5089871247671862205?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/5089871247671862205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=5089871247671862205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5089871247671862205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5089871247671862205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/12/problem-with-politics.html' title='Freedom, Politics, Apathy, and Kingship'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4593868532897579945</id><published>2008-12-05T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:59:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging can be dangerous</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, bloggers are the most common journalists to end up imprisoned for their activities.  Apparently rulers know the power of ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2008/dec/05/more-bloggers-put-behind-bars/"&gt;More bloggers put behind bars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4593868532897579945?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4593868532897579945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4593868532897579945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4593868532897579945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4593868532897579945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogging-can-be-dangerous.html' title='Blogging can be dangerous'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-632666184811347766</id><published>2008-12-04T11:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:23:44.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babes in Toyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STgdzh1PXII/AAAAAAAAAJM/usUxmAxqiO8/s1600-h/babes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STgdzh1PXII/AAAAAAAAAJM/usUxmAxqiO8/s320/babes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275999734556744834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My oldest son is in a play this Christmas season - December 1-22.  I saw the show on opening night - it was fantastic.  First, the venue is pretty cool.  It is the Empress Theatre in historic Magna.  It seats about 180 patrons in the round.  This is community theatre - nobody gets paid - but you wouldn't know it from the quality of the acting.  Even the costumes and set are pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is totally new - it borrows a few character names and songs from the original, but has a new story and mostly new songs.  It is definitely great family fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the area and looking for a good Christmas venue, I would recommend this show.  Call ahead and reserve your tickets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(801) 347-7373&lt;br /&gt;9104 West 2700 South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show runs Monday through Saturday through December 22; it is double cast and my son is in the MWF cast.  Tickets are $9 Monday-Thursday and $11 Friday-Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva la Performing Arts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-632666184811347766?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/632666184811347766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=632666184811347766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/632666184811347766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/632666184811347766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/12/babes-in-toyland.html' title='Babes in Toyland'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STgdzh1PXII/AAAAAAAAAJM/usUxmAxqiO8/s72-c/babes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-653844198746156513</id><published>2008-11-26T12:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:23:17.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SS2iHEvgImI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lkzoINRqHQU/s1600-h/adam+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SS2iHEvgImI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lkzoINRqHQU/s400/adam+look.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273048981136482914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday my friend and I were out getting some mountain therapy involving trucks and guns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-653844198746156513?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/653844198746156513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=653844198746156513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/653844198746156513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/653844198746156513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/11/dirt-roads.html' title='Dirt Roads'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SS2iHEvgImI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lkzoINRqHQU/s72-c/adam+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-5113598546697436671</id><published>2008-11-26T09:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:24:31.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom and Responsibility learned from the Pilgrims</title><content type='html'>I often reinforce my philosophies of freedom through the Foundation for Economic Education (FEE).  I just read a marvelous article there entitled &lt;a title="http://click.aristotle.net/click.aspx?lid=" href="http://www.fee.org/in_brief/default.asp?id=106"&gt;Our First Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some excerpts from the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Thanksgiving Day we are asked to remember what Edmund Burke, in one of the most eloquent phrases to be found in all literature, described as that "little speck, scarce visible in the mass of national interest, a small seminal principle, rather than a formed body" -- the tiny vessel, more accurately to be described as a "cockleshell," the Mayflower, and its hundred passengers, men, women, and children, who sailed on her.Twelve years earlier, in 1608, they had fled from religious persecution in England and established a new home in Holland. Despite the warm welcome extended by the Dutch, as contrasted with the persecutions they had endured in England, their love for their homeland impelled them to seek English soil on which to raise their children, English soil on which they would be free to worship God in their own way. Finally, the Pilgrims landed, as we all know, on Plymouth Rock in the middle of December 1620, and on Christmas Day, in the words of Governor William Bradford, they "began to erect the first house for common use to receive them and their goods." So was established the first English colony in New England.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three years later, when the plentiful harvest of 1623 had been gathered in, the Pilgrims "set apart a day of thanksgiving."  But what of the intervening years?.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Thanksgiving Day, let us, each in his own way, humbly ask forgiveness for the degree to which we have all violated the great “seminal principle,” either directly, or through tolerating its violation by others. Then, this Thanksgiving Day, let us highly resolve to dedicate our lives, as individuals, to “planting for our own particular,” rather than living as parasites on the productive energy of others; let us dedicate our lives to a renewed application of the ideal of individual freedom and individual responsibility, which our Pilgrim forebears learned at such sacrifice, and which they passed down to us as our most precious heritage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-5113598546697436671?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/5113598546697436671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=5113598546697436671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5113598546697436671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5113598546697436671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-often-reinforce-my-philosophies-of.html' title='Freedom and Responsibility learned from the Pilgrims'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1510248961503109123</id><published>2008-11-19T23:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:06:27.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bridge at Andau</title><content type='html'>I just read James Michener's book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bridge at Andau&lt;/span&gt;, written in 1957, a few months after the Soviets crushed the Hungarian uprising against their occupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of war and struggle and one year of Nazi occupation, Hungarians had opened their doors to Soviet Russia and initially embraced the ideals of communism.  However, over the next twelve years the average Hungarian became aware of what a fraud communism was, at least the Soviet brand of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugliest face of this awful life was the AVO, or the "party."  The worst elements of the Hungarian population were elevated to positions of power and authority over the rest of the population, and the result was a culture of fear, scarcity, and terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glorious revolution began in October 1956 as a people temporarily overthrew their oppressors.  Students, factory workers, young married people, intellectuals, soldiers, and children fought tanks with their bare hands and primitive weapons and temporarily won.  Five sweet days of freedom followed, with pleas to the UN, the USA, and the rest of the free world to help prevent the Soviets from returning in force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their pleas were met by silence and inaction, and Soviet tanks, airplanes, and other heavy weaponry rolled into Budapest on a Sunday morning in November 1956.  The city was utterly laid waste.  Efforts at resistance continued for some time, and the ragged resistance fighters had remarkable success considering their resources, but eventually the overwhelming odds caused them to cease fighting and fade back into the fabric of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 200,000 Hungarians subsequently fled, mostly through Austria, many of them across a rickety wooden footbridge near the Austrian village of Andau.  Michener writes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was an American diplomat, exhausted from days of work during the crisis, who best described the Hungarian.  Limply he cried, 'When this pressure lets up, I want just one thing.  A transfusion of Hungarian blood.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to feel like a man again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of this people breaks my heart, and at the same time, gives me great courage and conviction that evil can never triumph over good, and that the human spirit can face overwhelming trials and survive.  If you are reading this post, I strongly encourage you to read this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1510248961503109123?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1510248961503109123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1510248961503109123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1510248961503109123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1510248961503109123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/11/bridge-at-andau.html' title='The Bridge at Andau'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6308251691758070075</id><published>2008-11-18T07:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:59:02.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People, not guns, are the carriers of good, evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My good friend writes a column in a local newspaper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;With so many areas of the economy lagging, it appears that the retailers of guns and ammo may be looking at record fourth quarter sales this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fears of a renewed ban on so-called assault weapons under a Democratic administration have prompted a fear-based buying frenzy on those models most likely to be restricted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such fears are not entirely unfounded as a ban is indeed likely during Barack Obama’s presidency, but before rushing out to make a panic purchase, we should consider the role these particular firearms serve in a civilized society.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;First and foremost, the term “assault weapons” is a purely pejorative description of firearms that are self-loading; meaning that they fire exactly one shot each time the trigger is pulled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They may share certain cosmetic features with the select-fire assault rifles used by the military, but the intent of the user and not merely the looks of a firearm are what determine whether it is being used for good or evil purposes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If, as some suggest, these firearms are only good for “killing large amounts of innocent people” then we should ask if that is what we expect of our police or military to whom they are issued.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If their real purpose is to protect innocent life from the lethally aggressive behavior of men bent on doing harm to others, then that need is just as real for the law-abiding citizen who doesn’t have the option of radioing for backup when danger appears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Standard capacity magazines are preferable to reduced capacity magazine for this same reason.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When confronted with multiple armed aggressors, a military-style self-loading rifle in the hands of an individual with the will to use it provides the best tool for solving a life-threatening situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, statists have historically recognized that these firearms are also the preferred tools for resisting tyranny by affording a degree of parity with the sort of force the state’s agents are capable of projecting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hence, they tend to view gun control as a means to the end of people control.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A powerful lesson can be gleaned from studying the genocides of the 20th Century in which out of control governments claimed the lives of nearly 170 million non-military individuals which were first carefully disarmed by gun control laws.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This does not suggest that gun control causes genocide, but clearly shows that genocide can only occur when a targeted population is first rendered incapable of resisting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Col. Jeff Cooper said it best, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN"&gt;The rifle…may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but…they can certainly be corrected by good men with rifles.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this regard, a military-style self-loading rifle in the hands of the law abiding citizen is much more akin to a life preserver than an instrument of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether we face stormy seas ahead or not, a life preserver is worth having on hand at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High quality training in how to use one correctly could prove quite useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consider this the next time “assault weapons” are being demonized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6308251691758070075?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6308251691758070075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6308251691758070075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6308251691758070075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6308251691758070075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-not-guns-are-carriers-of-good.html' title='People, not guns, are the carriers of good, evil'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1002804870093432147</id><published>2008-11-05T09:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:57:44.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walter Williams agrees with me (of course)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SRHNierqtLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ne_7APNtvzM/s1600-h/williams2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SRHNierqtLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ne_7APNtvzM/s400/williams2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265215431608284338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/articles/08/CapitalismAndTheFinancialCrisis.htm"&gt;Walter Williams' article&lt;/a&gt; this morning comes to the same conclusions that I did a few days ago in my last entry - Capitalism is getting unfairly blamed for the current crisis.  He also thinks you're crazy if you believe this fairy tale.  We haven't really had laissez-faire economics in this country, so how could they be to blame for the crisis?  What activities do you engage in every day that are not somehow affected by a government regulation of some sort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about brushing your teeth?  Well, the government says that we need flourine in our water to help keep our teeth hard, because apparently we can't be trusted to brush our own teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about going to the bathroom?  Well, the government is concerned about how much water is wasted with each flush, so they've limited the tank capacity and regulated the water per flush for the toilets we buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating breakfast?  Well, you can't be drinking that raw milk - it's dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of bed?  Driving to work?  Drinking a cup of tea?  Making a phone call?  Burning some brush in your back yard?  Raising chickens in your back yard?  Parking your car on the grass so you can wash it?  Fixing your damaged mailbox?  Protecting yourself from people who might do you harm?  Don't worry, because the government has great concern for you, and they will make rules to protect you from yourself.  I feel so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1002804870093432147?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1002804870093432147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1002804870093432147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1002804870093432147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1002804870093432147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/11/walter-williams-agrees-with-me.html' title='Walter Williams agrees with me (of course)'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SRHNierqtLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ne_7APNtvzM/s72-c/williams2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6115567207068273589</id><published>2008-11-03T09:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:50:13.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Markets or Regulation</title><content type='html'>Am I naive, ignorant, or stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it possible that I am right and the masses are stampeding like buffalo toward an unseen cliff where they will meet their financial doom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be clear - I think you are nuts if you believe that we are seeing a demonstration of the failures of the free market.  What free market?  We haven't had a free market since before the American Civil War.  Some special interest or lobby has been steadily influencing those with power to regulate literally every facet of our lives since that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly free market system is chaotic and messy, but tends to find an equilibrium between stability and chaos.  Let's say you start a top spinning on a table - it wobbles and rotates gracefully but chaotically, until you reach in and bump it.  Then it wobbles erratically, maybe corrects itself, or maybe falls down.  If you bump it again and again, it definitely falls down.  The same is true of a system like an economy.  (I admit, my analogy doesn't account for the top finally spinning down and falling over, but it is simply an analogy - let's pretend the top doesn't lose energy and continues spinning infinitely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an article that gives additional insight into my thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fee.org/in_brief/default.asp?id=2444"&gt;http://www.fee.org/in_brief/default.asp?id=2444&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's wake up!  Some new flavor of intervention or regulation cannot possibly fix the problems we are currently experiencing.  We need to remember that freedom means just that - FREEDOM!  Not just freedom of speech or religion, but freedom of the markets.  Freedom to buy and sell without intervention.  Freedom to truly own private property and do what you want with it.  Freedom to protect your life and property against plunder.  FREEDOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6115567207068273589?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6115567207068273589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6115567207068273589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6115567207068273589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6115567207068273589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-markets-or-regulation.html' title='Free Markets or Regulation'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-109567785449008204</id><published>2008-10-13T12:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:49:24.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Federal Red Tape -or- My Version of How We Got Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SPOX7UDANdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rf_E_zoK3ok/s1600-h/DSCN2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SPOX7UDANdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rf_E_zoK3ok/s400/DSCN2800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256712235320882642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Professionally, I am a project manager for a large natural gas interstate transportation company.  I am managing two projects: &lt;a href="http://www.coloradohubconnection.com/"&gt;Colorado Hub Connection&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sundancetrailexpansion.com/"&gt;Sundance Trail Expansion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorado Hub is a new 27.5-mile 24-inch diameter pipeline bringing gas supplies out of the Piceance Basin in Colorado to my company's existing mainline in Colorado, so that the gas can flow to various markets.  Sundance Trail is an expansion of my company's existing pipeline system - it entails adding 16 miles of new 30-inch pipeline parallel to our existing pipeline south of Opal, Wyoming, and adding new compression to our compressor station at Vernal, Utah.  Colorado Hub is scheduled to be built in 2009, and Sundance Trail is scheduled to be built in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is regulated by the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission (FERC) and larger projects like these require a certificate from FERC.  The process for receiving a certificate is long and tedious, because it basically requires coordination with lots of government agencies as well as private landowners and the public in general.  In theory, the efforts of all parties involved are coordinated and the project proceeds forward smoothly.  In practice, it rarely works that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, during an important stage of the process recently in Colorado, the BLM came in at the eleventh hour and shifted 180 degrees from their support of our project, at least in one section of the proposed route.  Now I have team members jumping through all kinds of hoops to design a new alternative.  We are spending literally millions of dollars to satisfy the whims of a regulator, and in the end, I don't believe the public is any better served than had we been able to stick with our original route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one shining example of how we got where we are today.  Our lives are overly regulated.  Too much power is given to government agencies.  And the end result is that end consumers and taxpayers pay way too much for the end product that they receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make one thing clear - I am a conservationist.  When we were routing this pipeline and designing it, we took careful consideration of plant and animal species, habitat protection, and general resource protection.  In fact, as I look at other projects built in the same area in recent years, I know that our project will be more environmentally friendly than any of them.  In spite of that, however, we are forced to jump through unnecessary hoops.  I see this system as fundamentally flawed - it contributes to greater inefficiency and hurts everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-109567785449008204?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/109567785449008204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=109567785449008204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/109567785449008204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/109567785449008204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/10/federal-red-tape-or-my-version-of-how.html' title='Federal Red Tape -or- My Version of How We Got Here'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SPOX7UDANdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rf_E_zoK3ok/s72-c/DSCN2800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-7656201100841118251</id><published>2008-10-09T21:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:15:23.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenn Beck's Take on the Present Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SO7WLwAblBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JanHCkFX-6s/s1600-h/glenn+beck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SO7WLwAblBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JanHCkFX-6s/s400/glenn+beck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255373312541561874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From a couple of &lt;a href="http://www.glennbeck.com/"&gt;Glenn Beck&lt;/a&gt;'s recent discussions, I have copied the following excerpts.  I feel amazingly calm when I consider the possible scenarios in front of us.  I think Glenn is, most of all, asking all of us to open our minds to the possibility that really crazy things could happen in the coming days, weeks, months, years.  Americans are generally optimistic people, and we want to think that the economy will correct itself, that things will work out, but I agree with Glenn - we need to consider what it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; look like if things really turn crazy, and take practical steps to be prepared.  More than anything, we should study what freedom means, so that if things come apart, we can help put them back together in a fashion that leaves us free to live the lives that God intended us to live.  Now for the excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the people who caused this fire are the same ones who are now telling us that they know best how to put it out and a reason not to believe their current promises."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have faced tough times before. We fought the Nazis in World War II, defeated communism in the Cold War and Americans fought each other to keep our country together in our own Civil War. These tough times require us to educate ourselves and help others understand what has brought us to this point and the grave consequences of what will happen if we let this continue-that is our fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are on the edge of a giant abyss that could swallow not only our economy but the freedoms and security we have enjoyed for over 200 years.  Believe it or not, I don’t think that this letter captures the urgency that I feel, but I didn’t want to include wild speculation because I can’t see into the future but I wanted to give you a sense of the Perfect Storm that I have talked about and how the pressures that our economy and country face at this time are once again placing our "lives, fortunes and sacred honor" at stake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please ponder and pray about what I’ve said and then pass these email letters along to as many people as possible so they can prepare themselves and their families.  Then, the more people there will be to help us overcome fear and desperation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is good news.  We can prepare ourselves and our family for what’s coming and work to prevent the worst from happening.  We have to focus on value and values.  Those things that our parent and their parents lived but somehow too many of us have forgotten.  But that’s for my next letter to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-7656201100841118251?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/7656201100841118251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=7656201100841118251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7656201100841118251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7656201100841118251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/10/glenn-becks-take-on-present-crisis.html' title='Glenn Beck&apos;s Take on the Present Crisis'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SO7WLwAblBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JanHCkFX-6s/s72-c/glenn+beck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-868817841478194814</id><published>2008-10-02T12:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:07:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SOUSsz97otI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IIFGCawYzrQ/s1600-h/ATT763151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SOUSsz97otI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IIFGCawYzrQ/s400/ATT763151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252625101471064786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No. 2's apple man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-868817841478194814?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/868817841478194814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=868817841478194814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/868817841478194814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/868817841478194814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/10/apple-art.html' title='Apple Art'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SOUSsz97otI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IIFGCawYzrQ/s72-c/ATT763151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8929233949634294905</id><published>2008-10-02T09:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:18:21.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeeming Authentic Manhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SOTsJFvVaLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2qty7y25FAg/s1600-h/944384_1_ftc_dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SOTsJFvVaLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2qty7y25FAg/s320/944384_1_ftc_dp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252582706324531378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have just read a life-changing book that has contributed significantly to my perspective on true manhood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Healing the Masculine Soul&lt;/span&gt; by Gordon Dalbey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild at Heart&lt;/span&gt; by John Eldredge and noticed that Eldredge referenced this book as his inspiration, so I knew that I would need to read it eventually.  I was not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also read other works along the same vein - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyhood and Beyond&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raising a Modern-Day Knight&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bringing Up Boys&lt;/span&gt;, etc.  The general tenor is the same - men suffer from a wound that dates back to boyhood and need to overcome significant external and internal pressures to redeem true manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book and highly recommend it to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will throw out the disclaimer that it is written from a very mainstream Christian perspective.  I am a Latter-day Saint Christian, and I know many fellow LDS folks who won't see past Dalbey's doctrinal perspectives - the same is true for Eldredge.  But if that is your position, then you have missed the point of their works, and you will miss the tremendous benefit of their discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8929233949634294905?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8929233949634294905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8929233949634294905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8929233949634294905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8929233949634294905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/10/redeeming-authentic-manhood.html' title='Redeeming Authentic Manhood'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SOTsJFvVaLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2qty7y25FAg/s72-c/944384_1_ftc_dp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-2698854293168048718</id><published>2008-09-25T21:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:21:09.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New CNG Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SNxiQ5yVJqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/raaVAfVPZ3M/s1600-h/2930443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SNxiQ5yVJqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/raaVAfVPZ3M/s320/2930443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250179308136507042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK - I've finally done it.  I've been thinking about it for awhile, and last week I bought a bi-fuel Chevrolet Cavalier (it runs on unleaded or natural gas.)  Of course, I run almost exclusively on natural gas.  My justifications are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;$3.60/gallon vs. $0.87/gge (gallon equivalent)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost no emissions from natural gas compared to gasoline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm no longer contributing to the profit margins of people who finance terrorists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I wish more people would do the same, but there are a lot of excuses that I hear.  Let me weigh in on a few of them, and try to provide my reasons why they are weak excuses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natural gas refueling stations are not very plentiful - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, but they will be when a lot more of us drive natural gas vehicles, and besides, I only have to go about 3 minutes out of my way to fill up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My natural gas tank doesn't hold as much fuel as a gasoline tank, so I have to fill up more often - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true, but back to #1, it's not that far out of your way, and aren't the benefits worth a few extra minutes every few days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's dangerous to have a pressurized tank of CNG in my trunk - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is just not true, as it is designed with appropriate pressure relief - your non-pressurized gasoline tank is more of a danger than the CNG cylinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have much selection of makes and models that use CNG - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true, but the more people start buying these things, the better the selection will be - besides, for your commuter, is it really that big a deal what you drive?  This Cavalier is a great, clean car, and fun to drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So take a look at the options, give it some thought, and if the right opportunity comes up, join the CNG club with me.  When you look at your natural gas receipt and it says $4.89 for a complete fill-up, you won't regret your decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-2698854293168048718?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/2698854293168048718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=2698854293168048718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2698854293168048718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2698854293168048718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-cng-car.html' title='My New CNG Car'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SNxiQ5yVJqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/raaVAfVPZ3M/s72-c/2930443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-3799314083320478193</id><published>2008-08-15T14:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:10:18.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>I found this on a friend's blog, and thought it might generate some interesting thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-3799314083320478193?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/3799314083320478193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=3799314083320478193' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3799314083320478193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3799314083320478193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-found-this-on-friends-blog-and.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6011901333444453280</id><published>2008-08-12T10:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:07:50.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helena Handbasket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SK7IKzr07oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zZihIOMamhw/s1600-h/mt+helena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SK7IKzr07oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zZihIOMamhw/s320/mt+helena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237343504676744834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I flew into Helena, MT for several days of document and drawing review for one of my large projects.  The environmental consultant that is helping my company has an office here.  Four co-workers also flew in with me for the review.  Long hours of reading and editing technical documents is a lot of fun (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side benefit, I have a brother that works in Helena, so I get to spend a bit of time with him during the off hours.  This morning early we hiked to the top of Mt. Helena.  It's about 2000 ft above the valley floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the hot temperatures at home, the climate here is very nice.  It's slightly brisk in the morning and evening, and just perfect all day long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6011901333444453280?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6011901333444453280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6011901333444453280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6011901333444453280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6011901333444453280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/08/helena-handbasket.html' title='Helena Handbasket'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SK7IKzr07oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zZihIOMamhw/s72-c/mt+helena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1244627065173889133</id><published>2008-07-20T23:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:29.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vampire Hunt and Back-Seat Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQrBzN1SaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FmgIdgMJkpw/s1600-h/DSCN3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQrBzN1SaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FmgIdgMJkpw/s320/DSCN3017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225348777584708002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's summer vacation time and we just had a good one - to the town of Forks made famous by the bestseller "Twilight."  We had a family reunion near Mt. Saint Helens in Washington, and then we extended the trip by continuing west to the Olympic Peninsula.  Now that we've been home several days, I can say that it was a good trip - there were moments during the long drives that I was ready for blood (I can say that since the book is about Vampires.)  We fill every seat in the minivan, and the back seat mischief and problems had me at the edge of insanity a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQrtwWe_lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wmYEgT7DtMw/s1600-h/DSCN3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQrtwWe_lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wmYEgT7DtMw/s320/DSCN3073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225349532729933394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys like camping, so I think we got a lot of "mileage" out of this trip with them.  (We actually camped four nights and spent three in motels.)  We had two tents, and it helps to separate a couple of the boys off into the second tent.  We all slept quite well, considering.  I still prefer our Tempurpedic mattress at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQqQgqvg4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Z363u0IECOo/s1600-h/DSCN3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQqQgqvg4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Z363u0IECOo/s320/DSCN3052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225347930792100738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As my lovely wife pointed out in her blog, we have a special nostalgic feeling for the Olympic Peninsula, as we spent some time in the area during our engagement.  The dense forests of tall evergreens, the heavy undergrowth, and the rugged beaches with rock monoliths and literally thousands of tons of driftwood littering the shore - it's a scene from a fantasy.  We have talked about moving up that way, but it might lose the nostalgia if it became too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQp0ve08lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wbSigDgoeds/s1600-h/DSCN3023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQp0ve08lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wbSigDgoeds/s320/DSCN3023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225347453732319826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a blast at several beaches.  This is no Caribbean paradise, however.  It has a completely different feel.  The water is icy cold, the beach is not made up of perfect white sand, etc.  But it is paradise for little boys who like to see cool chunks of driftwood, hop out onto rugged rocks in the water, look at sea critters in the tide pools, examine dead crabs along the beach, etc.  They were surprisingly "immune" to the water temperature, although I have an image engrained in my mind of #3 crawling through a warmer patch of sand after he got particularly cold.  He looked like Robinson Crusoe.  Too bad I didn't capture that on film...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQs2QdaD_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q1uXbRwBL6o/s1600-h/DSCN3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQs2QdaD_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q1uXbRwBL6o/s320/DSCN3072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225350778299486194" 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/5582731439210849251-1244627065173889133?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1244627065173889133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1244627065173889133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1244627065173889133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1244627065173889133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/07/vampire-hunt-and-back-seat-madness.html' title='The Vampire Hunt and Back-Seat Madness'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SIQrBzN1SaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FmgIdgMJkpw/s72-c/DSCN3017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-234105649152448670</id><published>2008-06-03T17:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:30.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEXNdIQWOwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8ArXJlBv7ls/s1600-h/Angie+Cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEXNdIQWOwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8ArXJlBv7ls/s320/Angie+Cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207794444439796482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Queen had her hair lopped off today as well - I haven't seen it yet in person as I'm still in the office, but she sent me this photo.  I think it looks really cute.  A mother of five young princes certainly has every right to enjoy her hair shorter, anyway.  The youngest one likes to pull it when it is long.  I gave up years ago on pressuring her to keep it long because it was "prettier."  She can do what she wants with it, and she's still the "bomb."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-234105649152448670?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/234105649152448670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=234105649152448670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/234105649152448670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/234105649152448670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/06/haircut-2.html' title='Haircut #2'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEXNdIQWOwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8ArXJlBv7ls/s72-c/Angie+Cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-3037772799578034189</id><published>2008-05-31T23:03:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:31.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIuCxF7o8I/AAAAAAAAADo/nuMsGGiQ_LA/s1600-h/DSCN2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIuCxF7o8I/AAAAAAAAADo/nuMsGGiQ_LA/s320/DSCN2745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206774744266548162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it was time, due to the warming weather and the impracticality of the long curly hair, to cut it off.  I began by shaving the beard and 'stache earlier in the day, and here I am sitting in the haircut chair - my wife is going to do the deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't believe how long it has grown.  I look a little too much like an 80's rock star or Weird Al Yankovich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIvtBF7o-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oDl2yJV6Q_4/s1600-h/DSCN2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIvtBF7o-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oDl2yJV6Q_4/s320/DSCN2746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206776569627648994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we're committed now. My little flower has got the number four comb attached to the razor and she's attacking the 'fro with glee.  Look at that crazy mop!  It's going to get a lot easier to take care of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIwYhF7o_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ih-8DOHVQDo/s1600-h/DSCN2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIwYhF7o_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ih-8DOHVQDo/s320/DSCN2747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206777316951958514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the mullet - there's absolutely no way that I'm going to keep it, but it sure looks great for a photo.  Once again, welcome back to high school.  I pulled it into a pony tail for a second - wow, we're really styling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIxJxF7pAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KupcZfUa_-I/s1600-h/DSCN2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIxJxF7pAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KupcZfUa_-I/s320/DSCN2748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206778163060515842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're headed back to the land of conservative hairstyles.  She's done with the number four, and now she's taking the scissors to the top to taper things a bit.  Notice how long her hair is - she also wants to get a pretty serious haircut very soon.  Sometimes a little change is fun - you know, shake things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIyHRF7pBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0nhRZ83KaUY/s1600-h/DSCN2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIyHRF7pBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0nhRZ83KaUY/s320/DSCN2749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206779219622470674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we're done with the cut and here is all my hair.  What should I do with it?  It's not quite long enough for "locks for love" so I guess I'll just throw it away.  Funny how powerful a little hair can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIy7RF7pCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vBsu9aIIuPU/s1600-h/DSCN2753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIy7RF7pCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vBsu9aIIuPU/s320/DSCN2753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206780112975668258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally the self portrait in the bathroom mirror after the shower.  I just dropped ten years in 30 minutes.  And now nobody needs to worry about the dangers posed to my immortal soul by the evils of long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIzqBF7pDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lp6h5xf83cs/s1600-h/DSCN2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIzqBF7pDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lp6h5xf83cs/s320/DSCN2757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206780916134552626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is another picture of my little Mrs.  She has something in mind about shoulder length - I gave up a long time ago maintaining that she should keep it long - she's beautiful just the same and it's fun for her to play around with different styles.  Besides, it's hard with five young boys to maintain long hair, and it's always getting in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-3037772799578034189?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/3037772799578034189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=3037772799578034189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3037772799578034189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3037772799578034189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/05/haircut.html' title='The Haircut'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SEIuCxF7o8I/AAAAAAAAADo/nuMsGGiQ_LA/s72-c/DSCN2745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1794657789196267544</id><published>2008-05-25T21:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:31.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicken Tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDozAhF7o7I/AAAAAAAAADg/CAxjfq7hIqk/s1600-h/tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDozAhF7o7I/AAAAAAAAADg/CAxjfq7hIqk/s320/tractor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204528403356296114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have increased our ability to engage in backyard farming - this is a "chicken tractor" that I built this week.  It has wheels on one end - you lift the other end and roll it to a new spot on the lawn.  It has a man-door at one end and an egg-gathering door on the other end.  Chickens are great for keeping the bugs down, and they produce great fertilizer for the grass.  We jsut have to remember to roll the tractor off of the grass the nights before the sprinklers come on!  We have three little Bantams and two Auracanas.  We also have some Rhode Island Reds, but they live one block over at a neighbor's house.  The boys like the birds - we have to convince the oldest that he doesn't need to check in on them every fifteen minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1794657789196267544?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1794657789196267544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1794657789196267544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1794657789196267544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1794657789196267544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-have-increased-our-ability-to-engage.html' title='The Chicken Tractor'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDozAhF7o7I/AAAAAAAAADg/CAxjfq7hIqk/s72-c/tractor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4664069331766685516</id><published>2008-05-22T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:28:59.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pirate Name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dale's Pirate Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/piratenamegenerator/boy.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain Wicked Willie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Pirate Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4664069331766685516?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4664069331766685516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4664069331766685516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4664069331766685516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4664069331766685516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-pirate-name.html' title='My Pirate Name...'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1042773953246097099</id><published>2008-05-22T14:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:31.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Musings on Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDXZtBF7o6I/AAAAAAAAADY/PYkfqKbWUQ0/s1600-h/Dalemop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203304311907132322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDXZtBF7o6I/AAAAAAAAADY/PYkfqKbWUQ0/s200/Dalemop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hit the low 90's in temperature this week. Today was cool and rainy, but those warm days earlier in the week reminded me that the hair can't last much longer. It's been almost three months since the perm, so the 'fro has settled down a bit, but this mop is crazy when I'm outside in the wind. I'm running outside almost daily, training for a long-distance event in June. Long hair just doesn't work for a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To set the stage for my following remarks, remember that I am a committed Latter-day Saint (Mormon). I go to church weekly, attend the temple, and serve in a leadership calling. Most of all, I love my Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I find it obvious that personal grooming is a cultural issue, not a doctrinal or salvational issue. Current cultural perceptions about what constitutes clean grooming grow first out of the backlash to transcendentalism and all of its liberal connections. Short hair on men as a more standard practice (at least in the last few hundred years) began in the late 19th century (before that short hair was often connected to your status as a slave or servant). It probably peaked in the first half of the 20th century. Then you had the cultural revolution in the recent past, and tattoes, pearcings, promiscuity, drug use, etc. are often connected to a more rough personal grooming, and especially long hair and facial hair. Joseph Smith, founder of Mormonism, didn't have facial hair, but had relatively long hair by the standards of today's church leaders. Following Joseph Smith, all the presidents of the LDS Church had facial hair of various styles until David O. McKay cleaned it up a bit. Today's unwritten standard, not just in the LDS Church, but in other faiths and the business culture as well, is a clean cut image. Anytime a Church leader has asked a member to cut their hair, it was probably because of how easy it is to associate it with immoral behavior or at least non-conformity, whether or not the member actually was engaging in such behavior. Twenty years ago, it was common for Stake Presidents and Bishops to ask members to cut their hair – now it is much less common. And the only places I am aware of it being written down are in the missionaries' rulebook and BYU's honor code (which has also relaxed a little over the last couple of decades.) Will it be culturally acceptable once again, and perhaps even commonplace, for men in the Church to have long hair and beards? It is conceivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have observed some sad tendencies toward judgment in other people through this exercise in hairstyling silliness. Most people are indifferent, and see it for what it is (just a fun little whim.) But some surprising comments have reached my ears, some directly and some through the rumor mill. It seems that looking like I do raises concerns in the minds of some small-minded people about the welfare of my immortal soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll probably cut it short again in the next few days, but it will be due to my own personal preferences and practicality, not due to submission to other people's unwarranted concern. But I will always live with the memory of the poison of judgmentalism, and maybe I'll be less likely to jump to conclusions about others based on superficial evidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1042773953246097099?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1042773953246097099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1042773953246097099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1042773953246097099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1042773953246097099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/05/philosophical-musings-on-hair.html' title='Philosophical Musings on Hair'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDXZtBF7o6I/AAAAAAAAADY/PYkfqKbWUQ0/s72-c/Dalemop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8662454908751129190</id><published>2008-05-22T14:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:36:45.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas CPS and the FLDS</title><content type='html'>I have put this post off for too long - last night I had a lively discussion with several friends, and I believe we all concluded that Texas chose the wrong approach to dealing with their concerns over the beliefs and practices of the FLDS people at the YFZ ranch. Since we believe so strongly in freedom, and lament the fact that we have seen our freedoms slowly erode since the inception of the United States of America, we should speak out openly when we see further erosions of those freedoms. This is a clear case of the ends not justifying the means. Whether or not you agree with the religious beliefs and social customs of a group of people, you still must respect their rights as humans. There should be overwhelming evidence of a crime, and that crime should then be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. In the absence of clear evidence, we are walking on thin ice to take the types of measures that Texas CPS officials took.  You have to ask yourself - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What country do we live in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/ci_9347022"&gt;Today's article&lt;/a&gt; might be a step in the right direction, but Texas and the FLDS have a long, painful, highly expensive legal battle ahead of them. And, due to legal precedent and common sense, Texas will lose badly, even if it has to go all the way to the Supreme Court, and will look foolish in the eyes of the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/ci_9347022"&gt;http://www.sltrib.com/ci_9347022&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8662454908751129190?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8662454908751129190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8662454908751129190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8662454908751129190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8662454908751129190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/05/texas-cps-and-flds.html' title='Texas CPS and the FLDS'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8229231068339934632</id><published>2008-05-19T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:32.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do about Spiders in the House?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDJj95-vPEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nF_-2sbe9Mc/s1600-h/DSCN2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDJj95-vPEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nF_-2sbe9Mc/s320/DSCN2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8229231068339934632?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8229231068339934632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8229231068339934632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8229231068339934632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8229231068339934632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-do-about-spiders-in-house.html' title='What do you do about Spiders in the House?'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SDJj95-vPEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nF_-2sbe9Mc/s72-c/DSCN2531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8372230105290181665</id><published>2008-04-23T12:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:32.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Hat Hairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SA-HhWoNWxI/AAAAAAAAADI/obb_3L0LHl0/s1600-h/Millsap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192517902461131538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SA-HhWoNWxI/AAAAAAAAADI/obb_3L0LHl0/s200/Millsap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Work took me to the field a couple of weeks ago, and since it was an industrial plant and a lot of construction was going on, we were required to wear hard hat, safety glasses, coveralls, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my coworkers was truly impressed with the fro under the hard hat, so he snapped a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8372230105290181665?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8372230105290181665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8372230105290181665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8372230105290181665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8372230105290181665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-hat-hairy.html' title='Hard Hat Hairy'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/SA-HhWoNWxI/AAAAAAAAADI/obb_3L0LHl0/s72-c/Millsap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-5727409527309236991</id><published>2008-03-21T11:31:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:32.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spokane and Coeur d'Alene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R-PzaPOjxlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U_yXzwY8Yuc/s1600-h/DSCN2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180251628495947346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R-PzaPOjxlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U_yXzwY8Yuc/s200/DSCN2426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Business issues took me to Spokane for two days this week, so I took an opportunity to spend one night in Coeur d'Alene at a resort condo. As I drove to the resort, I pulled off to take a scenic hike at a place called Mineral Ridge. It was pretty cloudy, but I enjoyed being in the mountains. I think it was about 2-3 miles of trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R-PzS_OjxkI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZImlj7SDacw/s1600-h/DSCN2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180251503941895746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R-PzS_OjxkI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZImlj7SDacw/s200/DSCN2424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The resort itself was under construction - they are adding some new buildings - but the setting was really nice. I had a report to read and edit, and a presentation to put the polishing touches on, so it was nice to be in such a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R-PzlfOjxmI/AAAAAAAAADA/vv2GOSjaEs0/s1600-h/DSCN2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180251821769475682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R-PzlfOjxmI/AAAAAAAAADA/vv2GOSjaEs0/s200/DSCN2427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;serene setting. (It would be dishonest not to mention that I finished off the evening watching Apocalypto - wow, what a movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-5727409527309236991?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/5727409527309236991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=5727409527309236991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5727409527309236991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/5727409527309236991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/03/spokane-and-coeur-dalene.html' title='Spokane and Coeur d&apos;Alene'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R-PzaPOjxlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/U_yXzwY8Yuc/s72-c/DSCN2426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-3638426982414187095</id><published>2008-03-14T09:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back Kotter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R9qcPPbTncI/AAAAAAAAACo/zV6KaBlwgUo/s1600-h/kotter0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177622507268840898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R9qcPPbTncI/AAAAAAAAACo/zV6KaBlwgUo/s200/kotter0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember this one? In the office they are saying I look like Kotter - I don't see a tremendous resemblance, but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm old enough to remember this show as well.  That's a little scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-3638426982414187095?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/3638426982414187095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=3638426982414187095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3638426982414187095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3638426982414187095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-back-kotter.html' title='Welcome Back Kotter'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R9qcPPbTncI/AAAAAAAAACo/zV6KaBlwgUo/s72-c/kotter0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8030543321824613499</id><published>2008-03-10T16:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:36:20.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun at the Fixer-Upper</title><content type='html'>The apartment remodel is continuing, although progress is slow and a bit agonizing at times.  The floors are coming along well, and I had professionals look at the HVAC and cabinets - quotes should come back to me within a day or two.  There are always lots of details to keep track of.  The biggest challenge is that it's an existing, older home, so you've got to work around what you've got.  Yesterday I replaced a leaky hose bib.  The really nice thing about it is that I know that each thing I do leaves it better than it was before.  I may be a bit optimistic, but I'd like to be showing it to prospective renters in April for May occupancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8030543321824613499?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8030543321824613499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8030543321824613499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8030543321824613499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8030543321824613499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-fun-at-fixer-upper.html' title='More Fun at the Fixer-Upper'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8253671238172938591</id><published>2008-03-06T14:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:44:48.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Aunt</title><content type='html'>We received notice that an &lt;a href="http://beautifulsandra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunt&lt;/a&gt; of mine has been sent home with hospice after a tough battle with cancer.  I can only imagine what she and her immediate family are going through.  They are some of the most positive people I have ever known, especially my Aunt and Uncle.  She has suffered through several physical challenges over the years, and yet I have never known her to be negative or cross.  Tired, maybe, but never ornery.  And my uncle is just a marvelous person, witty, loving, and sharing.  Their children (my cousins) were always some of our favorite visitors when I was little.  I know my life is better because I know them.  Our hearts are with them, even if we are several states away, and our thoughts and prayers turn to them frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8253671238172938591?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8253671238172938591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8253671238172938591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8253671238172938591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8253671238172938591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-wonderful-aunt.html' title='My Wonderful Aunt'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-571011651965763921</id><published>2008-03-04T09:18:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:33.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rex Vallis gets Curly Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R9AibfO3I3I/AAAAAAAAACg/A9f-dNafyVE/s1600-h/DaleFro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174673827484345202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R9AibfO3I3I/AAAAAAAAACg/A9f-dNafyVE/s200/DaleFro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R813Ga0W-WI/AAAAAAAAACY/OQjHB_n_oaI/s1600-h/DaleCurly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173922499080419682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R813Ga0W-WI/AAAAAAAAACY/OQjHB_n_oaI/s200/DaleCurly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, my Queen and her friend performed some magic on my hair Friday night, and this is the end result. Since then, ten minutes don't pass before somebody does an about face to comment on it. It's really easy to do my hair - I simply shower and towel dry - I put a little gel in it if I want it to be more tame, otherwise, I run a hair pick through and it's an all-out fro. I'm looking for some paisley shirts and bell bottoms to go with the 'do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-571011651965763921?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/571011651965763921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=571011651965763921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/571011651965763921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/571011651965763921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/03/rex-vallis-gets-curly-hair.html' title='Rex Vallis gets Curly Hair'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R9AibfO3I3I/AAAAAAAAACg/A9f-dNafyVE/s72-c/DaleFro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-1495617879022339817</id><published>2008-02-22T23:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:04:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Money (and Time) Pit</title><content type='html'>We acquired a rental property about 40 miles south of us one year ago.  Originally, it was all wrapped up in one deal where we provided the financing, received a chunk of cash up front, and saw a minor amount of cash flow each month, with no involvement on our part - we leased it to an outfit who took responsibility for taking care of the place, getting renters in, etc, etc.  Well, they defaulted on the terms of the lease and so we had to take the property back and terminate the lease agreement.  It is an up-down duplex, with a tenant living in the upstairs, but the downstairs is not currently liveable.  So, I am pretending to be the general contractor and having the whole thing re-done.  It's been educational so far.  I have a long way to go.  More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-1495617879022339817?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/1495617879022339817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=1495617879022339817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1495617879022339817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/1495617879022339817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/02/money-and-time-pit.html' title='The Money (and Time) Pit'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8561477476379641498</id><published>2008-02-15T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:45:57.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Harmonica</title><content type='html'>This is worth your time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfLhnkme2mE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfLhnkme2mE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8561477476379641498?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8561477476379641498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8561477476379641498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8561477476379641498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8561477476379641498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-harmonica.html' title='Amazing Harmonica'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4597359936203198505</id><published>2008-02-14T09:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:33.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Valentines' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7RpqKed0II/AAAAAAAAACA/U11xKHVAxUM/s1600-h/Feb14Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166870845588361346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7RpqKed0II/AAAAAAAAACA/U11xKHVAxUM/s200/Feb14Snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we got pounded again. I would guess around 9-10 inches, with deeper drifts next to the fence or other large objects. It started around 2 PM yesterday, and ended sometime in the night. It was very heavy and wet, and the ground was warm to start with, so it was very difficult to move. I finished about 8:30 this morning with the front driveway and sidewalks - about an hour of snow removal, even with the help of my neighbor and his snowblower. This first picture is Prince #4, to give perspective of the drifting on top of the little white car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7Rp1aed0JI/AAAAAAAAACI/DEPO2wPq5DM/s1600-h/Feb14Snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166871038861889682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7Rp1aed0JI/AAAAAAAAACI/DEPO2wPq5DM/s200/Feb14Snow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Next we have two pictures of the entire front yard, again with #4 for perspective. We had a really warm spell for several days prior, and the big piles had nearly melted, but now it looks like it did before the melt. I drove down the street and decided that it would be unwise to try to make it to work. I have a perfectly good wireless connection here at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7RqFqed0KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PN0ic6Vt2uU/s1600-h/Feb14Snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166871318034763938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7RqFqed0KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PN0ic6Vt2uU/s200/Feb14Snow3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Take a look at the cornices off the edge of the roof. Clearly the wind has played a role in this storm. Unbelievably, it is only at 121% of "normal" as reported by KSL. Of course, we still have at least four more weeks of winter according to &lt;a href="http://www.punxsutawneyphil.com/"&gt;Punxatawney Phil&lt;/a&gt; (reported February 2nd). I haven't been skiing at all this year, but I'm sure the resorts are just loving these snow totals - 136" of base reported at Alta, and 74" at Steamboat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4597359936203198505?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4597359936203198505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4597359936203198505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4597359936203198505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4597359936203198505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-we-got-pounded-again.html' title='Snowy Valentines&apos; Day'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7RpqKed0II/AAAAAAAAACA/U11xKHVAxUM/s72-c/Feb14Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-2281155343134713475</id><published>2008-02-11T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:33.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Trends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7EUvqed0HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DhZa1lswaQY/s1600-h/base_media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7EUvqed0HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DhZa1lswaQY/s200/base_media.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165933056659148914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished the book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mind Set!&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.naisbitt.com/"&gt;John Naisbitt&lt;/a&gt;.  He is the author of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Megatrends&lt;/span&gt;, among other things.  He has a unique and highly successful method for observing large-scale trends and predicting how they will play out in the future.  All of his predictions in Megatrends came to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book (written in 2006) is about how our mindsets play into what we see in the world around us.  By having the right mindsets, we improve our chances of understanding the world around us and anticipating how the world will be shaped in our immediate future.  This can help us in our decision-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part I lists eleven mindsets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;While many things change, most things remain constant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The future is embedded in the present&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focus on the score of the game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understanding how powerful it is not to have to be right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the future as a picture puzzle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't get so far ahead of the parade that people don't know you're in it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resistance to change falls if benefits are real&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things that we expect to happen always happen more slowly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't get results by solving problems but by exploiting opportunities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't add unless you subtract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't forget the ecology of technology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II gives some insights into five trends for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A visual culture is taking over the world - visual communication has overtaken written communication as the most common form of spreading information or ideas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The influence of nation-states is diminishing as economic domains become more predominant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nations that adapt to economic domain centrality will lead the world (China) - economic domain centrality encourages entrepreneurship and encourages growth (Adam Smith model)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nations that fail to adapt to economic domain centrality will decline unless they redirect (Europe, USA) - this is because you cannot simultaneously maintain economic supremacy and promote social welfare (in the Marxian sense) without overly regulating entrepreneurship and thereby discouraging growth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Success in the future will be built by opportunity feeders, not problem solvers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I read the book because of a class that I attended this weekend at &lt;a href="http://www.gwc.edu"&gt;George Wythe College&lt;/a&gt; - we discussed the five trends and spoke about current events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the book - I fully intend to keep track of John Naisbitt in the future.  He is easy to read and makes a lot of sense.  I recommend it for people who are hungry for modern cultural understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-2281155343134713475?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/2281155343134713475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=2281155343134713475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2281155343134713475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2281155343134713475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/02/world-trends.html' title='World Trends'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R7EUvqed0HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DhZa1lswaQY/s72-c/base_media.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-3779555957979315570</id><published>2008-02-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:33.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberalism is a Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R604Nqed0GI/AAAAAAAAABw/xT_GlJwbHug/s1600-h/062402mic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R604Nqed0GI/AAAAAAAAABw/xT_GlJwbHug/s200/062402mic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164846155055353954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished listening to an audiobook entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Godless - The Church of Liberalism&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.anncoulter.com/"&gt;Ann Coulter&lt;/a&gt;.  She is one of the most vocal opponents of liberalism around today, and she is regularly vilified by her liberal opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never read anything by her before, and decided that I needed to hear for myself.  I have friends who spend a lot of time on talk radio and cable news shows, so I've heard their opinions, but I was a little surprised by what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't espouse the liberal agenda - I tend to agree with the opinions expressed by Coulter - but the method that she employs is extremely abrasive.  She will not win any converts, build any bridges, or solve any problems with this method.  She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; succeed in further polarizing an already highly polarized debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - enough about the tone of her book - the content was very clear and challenging.  Ann makes the point that liberals attack Judeo-Christian religious tradition while in the same breath their belief system has all the same attributes as a religion, namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holy Sacraments - Abortion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canon - Roe v. Wade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clergy - public school teachers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Churches - public schools prohibiting prayer and handing out free condoms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctrine of Infallibility - absolute moral authority of spokesmen (Cindy Sheehan, Max Cleland, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cosmology - humans are the result of an accident&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creation Myth - Darwin's theory of evolution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends the most time on evolution - she calls its proponents "Darwiniacs" - and exposes it as a story without any true scientific backing.  I especially enjoyed the many scandals, frauds, and hoaxes that have been played out upon mankind in order to show "evidence" to back the theory of evolution - she outlines them all and explains their history, and shows how the doctrine of infallibility seems to insulate Darwinism from any criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ann Coulter is an active voice on the political stage today (I watched her in a Q&amp;amp;A session on C-SPAN tonight) I recommend the reading of this book - but be warned that she won't pull any punches.  Last week I saw a picture of her posted inside of one of my co-workers cubicles - he is a Democrat - and he had used a sharpie to draw horns, a pitchfork, and a pointy tail.  So I guess I can add one more bullet point to my list above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devil - Ann Coulter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-3779555957979315570?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/3779555957979315570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=3779555957979315570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3779555957979315570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/3779555957979315570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-finished-listening-to-audiobook.html' title='Liberalism is a Religion'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R604Nqed0GI/AAAAAAAAABw/xT_GlJwbHug/s72-c/062402mic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-4273753954724698046</id><published>2008-02-01T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:54:03.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Gordon B. Hinckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjrDs_DaocA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjrDs_DaocA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-4273753954724698046?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/4273753954724698046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=4273753954724698046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4273753954724698046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/4273753954724698046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/02/tribute-to-gordon-b-hinckley.html' title='A Tribute to Gordon B. Hinckley'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-7273464325976563383</id><published>2008-02-01T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:34.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot of Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6NV5dd7ROI/AAAAAAAAABo/J2sMBJ588rk/s1600-h/Feb1Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6NV5dd7ROI/AAAAAAAAABo/J2sMBJ588rk/s320/Feb1Snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162064043547772130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken this morning after I shoveled the driveway - I believe I have shoveled more snow this winter than ever before in my life.  Each storm is generally only a few inches (this morning we had about 4 inches) but it just keeps piling up, with relatively little respite between storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shoveling, I decided not to go into the office, since my road has not yet been plowed and I have the means of telecommuting from home.  I've attended one meeting via telephone already, with one more to go a bit later.  Generally speaking, if I telecommute once or twice a month, I actually get more done on those days.  I can shut myself in the downstairs office and crank away at a report, attend meetings, etc.  And of course make a post to the blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-7273464325976563383?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/7273464325976563383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=7273464325976563383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7273464325976563383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7273464325976563383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-photo-was-taken-this-morning-after.html' title='A Lot of Snow'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6NV5dd7ROI/AAAAAAAAABo/J2sMBJ588rk/s72-c/Feb1Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-7109410038476941847</id><published>2008-01-30T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Time With the Boys</title><content type='html'>I am at home with four out of five of my Princes - the oldest is at Cub Scouts with our Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like spending time with them - as long as I can keep my cool and just enjoy their silly behavior, I get rewarded with an ample amount of one-on-one time and many moments of kid wisdom.  These boys were sent here to teach me a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6E8PNd7RJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y0Jv2dwEaP8/s1600-h/jacobsober.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6E8PNd7RJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y0Jv2dwEaP8/s200/jacobsober.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161472879954183314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my four-year-old; he sat and visited with me several times during the last 15 minutes.  He likes to give gifts and write letters to his young friends, especially the little girl around the block.  He did a good job getting ready for bed, so I am letting him stay up a few minutes longer to wind down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6E8-Nd7RKI/AAAAAAAAABI/T0K1lE1pWhc/s1600-h/gavintub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6E8-Nd7RKI/AAAAAAAAABI/T0K1lE1pWhc/s200/gavintub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161473687408034978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over on the right here is my two-year-old.  While I was getting him ready for bed, I noticed that he sort of smelled bad.  So, I suggested a quick bath, and he readily agreed.  He is a very happy fellow, quite talkative, and absolutely idolizes his older brothers.  There are endless reenactments of various scenes from Star Wars, Harry Potter, Spiderman, etc, and this one is always willing to accept even the most menial roles.  "And the award for best supporting actor goes to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6E-z9d7RLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zfT-YI0p_I8/s1600-h/garethsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6E-z9d7RLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zfT-YI0p_I8/s200/garethsmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161475710337631410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came home from the office early today so that I could take my seven-year-old to the dentist.  We had simultaneous appointments for check-up and cleaning, and we both came out with a clean bill of dental health.  He was excited because he found a travel chess/checkers set in the box of toys behind the reception counter.  After the appointment we stopped of at the library to drop off some things, and he spent a few minutes visiting with the librarian and putting a couple of things on hold.  We enjoyed a nice visit about the things that matter most to him on the way to and from.  I was especially impressed with his mature understanding about the death of President Hinckley (see the other post below) and what would happen in the coming days to the leadership of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6FA8dd7RMI/AAAAAAAAABY/1fdwcAaJqJk/s1600-h/quentinbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6FA8dd7RMI/AAAAAAAAABY/1fdwcAaJqJk/s200/quentinbed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161478055389775042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we're full-swing into the bedtime routine, and my ten-month-old is resisting the hardest.  He thinks he needs to eat hourly.  When they're his age, they demand a great deal of attention.  He's sitting in front of me in his portable bed, peeking over the top and occasionally fussing in an attempt to convince me to get him out and play.  But I'm not falling for the ploy - the Queen says he didn't have a nap today, so he should go to sleep quickly.  Perhaps if I stopped clacking away on the keyboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being a Dad - and these little Princes have me convinced that there is hope in our future, in spite of the crazy world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-7109410038476941847?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/7109410038476941847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=7109410038476941847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7109410038476941847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/7109410038476941847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-time-with-boys.html' title='More Time With the Boys'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R6E8PNd7RJI/AAAAAAAAABA/Y0Jv2dwEaP8/s72-c/jacobsober.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-2533159053769721766</id><published>2008-01-27T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:35.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adams vs. Jefferson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R517o9d7RII/AAAAAAAAAA4/9C_lX9js8cg/s1600-h/avj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160416691661522050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R517o9d7RII/AAAAAAAAAA4/9C_lX9js8cg/s200/avj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just finished another book, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adams vs. Jefferson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, written by John Ferling. Although the author conjectured too much for my taste, he also cited many sources and laid out an excellent picture of the political and cultural climate surrounding the election of 1800. He spent a great deal of time painting an accurate picture of the decade prior to that pivotal election, and even spent a chapter or two at the end letting the reader see how things unfolded until July 4, 1826, the day both men coincidentally died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I openly side with Thomas Jefferson in the debate that was at stake.  He was a Republican, and believed in small federal government and state autonomy.  It was important to have a strong check on the federal government by the individual states (a condition that barely exists if at all today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Adams was a Federalist, and believed in stronger government and greater control, a strong monarch-like executive, and stronger ties with Great Britain.  His positions were so unfavorable by the election of 1800 that a quarter century of Republican Presidents would follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of deep interest to me is the amazing coincidence that Jefferson and Adams died on the same day, July 4, 1826.  This must have been Divine Providence.  Adams and Jefferson had become friends again after about 1812, but in the public eye they were enemies.  The dual death on the 50th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence erased the image of enmity, and allowed Adams, Jefferson, and Washington to become the "triumvirate" of the founding era, where they have remained for all those who study US History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party system emerged quite rapidly after the new government was formed.  Politics had many of the same elements and quirks as it does now.  The battle for the Presidency in 1800 was very bitter.  Adams was so crushed when he lost that he left town on the 4 AM coach the day that Jefferson was sworn in, rather than pass the baton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, this was an excellent read - I recommend it to any student of US History or politics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-2533159053769721766?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/2533159053769721766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=2533159053769721766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2533159053769721766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2533159053769721766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/adams-vs-jefferson.html' title='Adams vs. Jefferson'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R517o9d7RII/AAAAAAAAAA4/9C_lX9js8cg/s72-c/avj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6528368228180189760</id><published>2008-01-27T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:35.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to LDS Church President Gordon Bitner Hinckley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R516BNd7RHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6PvDRtFRH-M/s1600-h/Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160414909250094194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R516BNd7RHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6PvDRtFRH-M/s200/Story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight at about 7:00 PM &lt;a href="http://www.kutv.com/content/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=aedea6c9-7797-40e8-a1e5-1e7a54050390"&gt;LDS Church President Gordon Bitner Hinckley passed away &lt;/a&gt;from natural causes. He was 97 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thoroughly enjoyed our time under his inspired guidance. I can't begin to imagine the burden of responsibility that he and all others that have occupied his position bore - they certainly must have learned to call on divine help in their calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I joined the LDS Church in 1991, I have experienced the passing of three Church Presidents - Ezra Taft Benson, Howard W. Hunter, and now Gordon B. Hinckley. I would have to frankly admit that I connected with President Hinckley more than with the other two, probably just because of the length of time that he served and his disarming nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;President Hinckley, we love you and know that you are having joyful reunions. Thank you for your tireless service!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6528368228180189760?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6528368228180189760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6528368228180189760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6528368228180189760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6528368228180189760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/tribute-to-lds-church-president-gordon.html' title='Tribute to LDS Church President Gordon Bitner Hinckley'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R516BNd7RHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6PvDRtFRH-M/s72-c/Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-2341337099412071475</id><published>2008-01-24T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:10:47.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Are They Funny?  Judge for Yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-Ham28UbPo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-Ham28UbPo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-2341337099412071475?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/2341337099412071475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=2341337099412071475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2341337099412071475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/2341337099412071475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-are-they-funny-judge-for-yourself.html' title='So Are They Funny?  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I played tonight, and we had to forfeit anyway because we were short by one player.  So the other team loaned us three guys and we played anyway.  You would think that it would have been just for fun, but somehow there is always at least one poor sport that spoils it for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case it was a big guy that was fairly agile for his rotundity, but constantly pushing his weight around.  No problem for me - I'm small and quick and I just stay out of his way.  About halfway through the game, he was bringing the ball down the court and I reached in and swiped it from him.  He fumbled around with it for a half-second, and then it went out of bounds, clearly with him touching it last.  The referee correctly gave my team the ball, but this guy had to argue with the referee, who just ignored him.  So he decided to take matters into his own hands.  He went out of his way to push me in the back two times in subsequent action, and another player on my team several more times.  The referees took some notice (when they were in a position to see it), but it didn't seem to matter to this  moron.  We discussed it with his teammates who were playing for our team, and they agreed that he was a real downer to play with - a very poor loser and cheapshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not big into competitive athletics - I played ball when I was 10 or 11 for a couple of years in an organized league, and it just didn't come easily for me.  Part of it was that my Dad was so intense - not like the obnoxious parents that scream at coaches and refs, but he was pretty hard on me.  He probably didn't understand that it wasn't my thing.  Of course, I had been the one to ask if I could play, because I had some neighbor friends who were going to play.  Dad had played a lot of baseball and basketball when he was younger, and I get the picture that he understood the fundamentals pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed playing yard hockey or scrimmage football in the yard or the field with friends, and I really enjoyed playing basketball in the neighbor's backyard, but that was entirely different than playing in an organized league where the stakes and emotions seem a little higher.  It was just for fun in those settings, and I wanted it to be the same in the league play, but it just wasn't.  You know, we got pretty competitive in field hockey, and got pretty bruised up sometimes, but we never went out for blood, and we respected each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in high school, I went out for cross-country and track, preferring to push my endurance rather than bump and bruise with other egotistic numskulls in contact sports on the court or field.  I used the time running to think about what mattered to me and organize my thoughts.  I became fairly good, reaching a personal best of a 5:00 mile.  I was competing against myself, and it was very good for my health and self-esteem.  I have continued to enjoy the health benefits of this type of activity.  I have run seven marathons, many half-marathons, and other races of lesser length.  I have climbed many high &lt;a href="http://www.cohp.org/indiv/Dale_Millsap.html"&gt;mountains&lt;/a&gt;, and I love to hike and camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite recent books, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;An Education For Our Time&lt;/span&gt;, by Josiah Bunting, stresses the value of contact sports.  And truly, there must be something to what he is saying.  For him, contact sports allow us to simulate something akin to combat in a non-life-threatening environment.  Greek and Roman statesmen believed the same to be true.  So did the chivalric orders of the middle ages.  And almost any formal classical education contains the physical study of warfare and team sports in the curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does the church ball experience, or the NBA, the NFL, etc, etc, not seem to measure up to what Josiah Bunting has to say?  Why does it seem like such a negative experience for me whenever the stakes are raised?  And why did my dad like his own sports experiences when he was younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the experience that Josiah Bunting and my dad value is more difficult to find in organized athletics today.  There are several elements necessary for the experience to have the same educational power that it once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The game must focus on the fundamentals.  Every sport has a certain set of basic guidelines as to how it is played.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Players must be willing to respect the rules of the game.  If a rule is broken, or a foul is committed, all agree that there are consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The team must employ strategy and stick to their gameplan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's about teamwork, and not about the individual.  Players shouldn't seek personal glory, but team success.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not all about winning.  In a contest of two teams, one team comes out on top.  But the other team needs to take defeat with honor.  You learn as much from losing, maybe even more than winning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to seek physical excellence from the game.  It is a great opportunity to be physically agile and strong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There must be integrity on the part of every participant, the players, the coaches, and the officials.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the end, each participant needs to remember that it is just a game.  They should be able to shake hands and congratulate each other and then return to the activities of normal life better for the experiences they have had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think that these types of sports can have value, but I've met many men who feel the same way I do about them - they have little or no value to their lives.  And that is truly unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I think I will avoid these experiences, for the most part, and stick to my running.  For the warfare study, I'll keep paintball and shooting as a big part of my personal field of focus.  And of course I will occasionally enjoy a backyard game, just like the old days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6193738723676884490?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6193738723676884490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6193738723676884490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6193738723676884490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6193738723676884490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/church-basketball.html' title='Church Basketball?'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6803445785247763611</id><published>2008-01-23T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:35.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jackrabbit Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R5gI-dd7RGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/riNhUxIDfj8/s1600-h/ATT01978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R5gI-dd7RGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/riNhUxIDfj8/s200/ATT01978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158883242307961954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I arrived home in time to share dinner with the family and then The Queen and my oldest Prince shipped off to the church for different activities.  I remained behind to shepherd the other four through dinner, some playtime, and finally bedtime.  They are all in bed.  The Queen and Prince aren't home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest sat in his chair and ate peas and carrots while I finished a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read an amazing little book called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jackrabbit Factor&lt;/span&gt;, by Leslie Householder.  I was already familiar with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret&lt;/span&gt;, having purchased a copy of the DVD about a year ago.  They both expound on a concept known as the Law of Attraction.  The nice thing about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jackrabbit Factor&lt;/span&gt; is that it is written from the perspective of a Christian.  A lot of people who saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret&lt;/span&gt; express concern that it takes God out of the equation (I don't agree with that perspective - I liked it) and so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Jackrabbit Factor&lt;/span&gt; can help them to understand the ideas, if they will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody interested, I will just refer to Leslie's website: &lt;a href="http://www.thoughtsalive.com/"&gt;www.thoughtsalive.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6803445785247763611?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6803445785247763611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6803445785247763611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6803445785247763611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6803445785247763611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/jackrabbit-factor.html' title='The Jackrabbit Factor'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R5gI-dd7RGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/riNhUxIDfj8/s72-c/ATT01978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6834500726697914213</id><published>2008-01-21T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:54:18.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Storm</title><content type='html'>Winter blew in a blizzard today - fortunately it was a holiday for many.  Even so, my normal 30-minute commute became almost an hour.  The most amazing thing I saw was the guy in the rear-wheel drive Trans Am, spun off on the downward sloping shoulder, one hand holding the cell phone to his ear, and the rear wheels spinning at high RPM, slush flying everywhere.  Clearly not much winter driving experience there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already taken my boys to the nearest large parking area to spin around and get the feel of what it takes to control a vehicle when the traction is greatly reduced - I intend to do a lot more of the same as the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very busy day at work, but a fairly good day after arriving home.  The cold kept the boys from spending much time outside, but they built a clubhouse under the back deck from wood and snow.  We enjoyed conversation over dinner, then moved on to Family Home Evening, which we try to remember every Monday night.  There Mom shared a lesson on opening our hearts to the Savior, and the boys took time to recount what they had done throughout the day.  After a couple of silly games, we enjoyed some chocolate chip cookies and moved into the bedtime routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All but the youngest are neatly tucked into their beds, and the house is mostly calm and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A Train to Potevka&lt;/span&gt; by Mike Ramsdell, who grew up in my hometown.  It's an easy read - sort of a spy thriller mixed up with a story of personal redemption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6834500726697914213?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6834500726697914213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6834500726697914213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6834500726697914213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6834500726697914213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-storm.html' title='What a Storm'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6325615108858389553</id><published>2008-01-20T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:29:14.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Nerd - How About You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/nq_ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/c36c0952a9acace7.gif" alt="I am nerdier than 98% of all people. Are you a nerd? Click here to find out!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etymology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * First used in Dr. Seuss’s book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I Ran the Zoo&lt;/span&gt; (1950) as the name of an imaginary animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   And then, just to show them, I’ll sail to Katroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   And bring back an It-Kutch, a Preep and a Proo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   A Nerkle, a Nerd and a Seersucker too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Possibly from Mortimer Snerd, the name of Edgar Bergen’s ventriloquist dummy.&lt;br /&gt; * Possibly from the acronym N.E.R.D. on the pocket protectors of employees of the company Northern Electric Research and Developments; it should be noted, however, that speculative etymologies based on acronyms are almost always false (such as “port out, starboard home” for “posh” and “to insure promptness” for “tip”) and are known as backronyms.&lt;br /&gt; * Possibly a pronunciation of the word “drunk” spelled in reverse (“knurd”), used to mean a person who does not drink at parties; however, this seems somewhat contrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nerd (plural nerds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (slang, derogatory) A person who, although having good technical or scientific skills, is introspective and introverted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synonyms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* (socially unaccepted person, all are slang and derogatory) dag (Australian), dork, dweeb, geek, loser, twerp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/space_ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/space/9a5d88ba9b34c66a.png" alt="The NerdTests' Space Quiz says I'm an Uber Space Nerd.  What kind of space nerd are you?  Click here!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/nt2ref.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/nt2/d74f6e1e45ab500a.png" alt="NerdTests.com says I'm a Cool Nerd God.  What are you?  Click here!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6325615108858389553?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6325615108858389553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6325615108858389553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6325615108858389553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6325615108858389553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-nerdier-than-98-of-all-people-are.html' title='I Am A Nerd - How About You?'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6608146071445786917</id><published>2008-01-20T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:46:27.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Lessons</title><content type='html'>I just finished a great little book entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Five Lessons a Millionaire Taught Me about Life and Wealth&lt;/span&gt;.  It fits right in with a lot of other things I am focusing on right now.  It was authored by Richard Paul Evans, bestselling author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Christmas Box&lt;/span&gt;.  To summarize the book, these principles are the keys for truly wealthy people throughout the ages, and if we follow the five lessons or principles, we will be free to focus on God, family, and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the five lessons are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lesson One - Decide to Be Wealthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thoughts become reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lesson Two - Take Responsibility for Your Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know how much money you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know where your money comes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know where your money is going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know what your money is doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lesson Three - Keep a Portion of Everything You Earn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Start and Build a Nest Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lesson Four - Win in the Margins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With Extra Income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With Savings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mind-Set One - the Millionaire Mentality Carefully Considers Each Expenditure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is this expenditure really necessary? (Or is it possible to get the same personal effect without using money or using less of it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is this expenditure contributing to my wealth or taking from it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is this an impulse purchase or a planned purchase?  Am I being pressured to make an expenditure I'm not certain about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mind-Set Two - the Millionaire Mentality Believes That Freedom and Power Are Better Than Momentary Pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mind-Set Three - the Millionaire Mentality Does Not Equate Spending With Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The successful nest egger fosters gratitude as a strategy against materialism and unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mind-Set Four - The Millionaire Mentality Protects the Nest Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is the person I'm trusting with my wealth sufficiently skilled to handle my money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lesson Five - Give Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Share what you have and what you know with others - it will come back to you multiplied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'll post some links later for those who might be interested in more information along this line of conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6608146071445786917?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6608146071445786917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6608146071445786917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6608146071445786917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6608146071445786917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/five-lessons.html' title='The Five Lessons'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6764619602074509695</id><published>2008-01-19T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:04:28.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time With the Boys</title><content type='html'>I am at home with the boys, having a great time, while our &lt;a href="http://www.liefwould.blogspot.com"&gt;Queen&lt;/a&gt; is at a board meeting for an &lt;a href="http://ayli.org"&gt;organization&lt;/a&gt; that directly impacts our boys.  She is there in an attempt to influence a change in the organizational bylaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, our youngest little Prince (almost 10 months old) is playing at my feet, jabbering a lot, looking up at me for my reaction as he grabs some new item, masticates on it a bit, studies it, etc.  He is delightful to be around.  He was quite sick on our recent vacation, and then his voice almost completely went away for a couple of days here at home, but he seems to be feeling a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other four boys have two of their young friends over to play, and they are all downstairs.  I can hear my oldest officiating and setting down the rules for some make-believe scenario from Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few hours today in the neighborhood garage.  My friend &lt;a href="http://whatsitlikeman.blogspot.com"&gt;Tiny&lt;/a&gt; has a great shop at his house where we often gather to do man stuff (work on cars, make repairs to some piece of machinery, create a new invention, watch a movie on the surround sound theater, make something that goes boom, etc.)  Two other friends had lined up to make quick repairs to their vehicles.  The first repair went rather quickly - it was done shortly after I arrived.  The second repair took longer - we replaced the master brake cylinder and bled it, pulled the rear wheels and replaced the rear bearings, and I had to return back home to hang out with my boys before we were finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.liefwould.blogspot.com"&gt;Queen&lt;/a&gt; and I discussed my efforts and thoughts about change last night.  My plan is beginning to come together.  I will work hard on having positive interactions with my boys every day, avoiding (as much as possible) anger and other negative emotions.  And I will make an accounting for these interactions frequently in this forum, thereby making myself accountable for my progress to all who follow this thread.  Furthermore, I am going to encourage the older two boys to post occasionally to the blog.  As the project continues, I anticipate that we will write a book about our journey (maybe 1-2 years down the road.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully expect this to be a phenomenal journey, and I expect that we will learn many things that will benefit other people if they are willing to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6764619602074509695?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6764619602074509695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6764619602074509695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6764619602074509695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6764619602074509695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-with-boys.html' title='Time With the Boys'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-8061469122708308398</id><published>2008-01-15T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:19:58.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonant Leadership and Presence</title><content type='html'>My latest reads have been "Resonant Leadership" and "Presence."  My observation is that they run in a similar vein with the materials I have read from the Arbinger Institute (Bonds That Make Us Free, Leadership and Self-Deception, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step in making important changes is always to recognize the need for a change.  That is where I am at.  I am not a bad person, but I recognize the need for change - I just have to make the change.  It is important to clarify that I have had this realization - from the stories and examples I read, apparently few people reach that realization.  The next step is to envision clearly where I want and need to go and what steps are needed to get there.  Accountability is key in the process - I have to identify others to whom I can be accountable and make sure they hold me responsible for commitments I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what is at stake: I believe we are all destined for greatness, but unfortunately the system in which we live tends to mold us into mediocrity.  What mission is in the destiny of Rex Vallis?  Unless I take the steps I am outlining above, I will never know, because I will live a life of mediocrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-8061469122708308398?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/8061469122708308398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=8061469122708308398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8061469122708308398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/8061469122708308398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/resonant-leadership-and-presence.html' title='Resonant Leadership and Presence'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582731439210849251.post-6366299407256794190</id><published>2008-01-13T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:35.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search for Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R4rnf0pPDkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q5toqqilD18/s1600-h/DSCN2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155187257372511810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R4rnf0pPDkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q5toqqilD18/s320/DSCN2253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation Day Seven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacations - these are the times that try mens' souls. Today was day seven of a family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The "try mens' souls" comment was taken wrong by my Queen - it was merely meant as a humorous attempt to convey the difficulty that I allude to a few paragraphs below - I love to vacation with my family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one did not involve flying - we loaded everybody up into the family chariot (minivan) and made the journey of less than 300 miles. We are owners in Worldmark, a timeshare of sorts, and we booked a 3-bdrm condo many months in advance. It's a good way to travel, because it provides you with a sort of home away from home, rather than cramming everybody into hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have made the best of this one, in spite of some rather acute colds, coughs, etc. We have spent time in State and National Parks, and really spent a great deal of time outdoors enjoying the relatively warm weather (it was single digits at night at home, whereas the nighttime low here at the condo wasn't quite freezing, and the daytime high today was over 60 degrees.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest challenges come with the chemistry between myself and my two oldest sons, who are 9 and 7 years old. It is a constant rivalry, never letting up for more than a few hours at a time. This becomes more apparent to me since I spend more constant time with them on vacation, and since even a large condo like this is tighter quarters than our home. I realize that it is completely natural, and will most likely find a good outcome in the way of boys growing and learning, but the constant at-each-others-throats just gets under my skin so badly that I can't let it go - I am constantly intervening and probably not helping. The intervention is probably needed - just not in the form that I usually employ. I get angry, often yell, take away privileges, etc, etc. I am convinced that I will get this figured out - just haven't found my touch yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the journey home. Thank goodness for DVD players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(An editorial comment after arriving home - the rivalry continued in the backseat of the van - and the DVD player was cut off for periods of time in an attempt to control behavior - I'm not sure who suffered more, the boys or the parents!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5582731439210849251-6366299407256794190?l=boystokings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/feeds/6366299407256794190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5582731439210849251&amp;postID=6366299407256794190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6366299407256794190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5582731439210849251/posts/default/6366299407256794190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boystokings.blogspot.com/2008/01/search-for.html' title='The Search for Patience'/><author><name>Rex Vallis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574089324575967010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/STjHWZFJbeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SgMf_XXCO98/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzM52T1Sr2Q/R4rnf0pPDkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/q5toqqilD18/s72-c/DSCN2253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
