<?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-1859947527365479165</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:20:33.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is All You Need</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-6668344182936362582</id><published>2008-07-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:52:42.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruit-Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SHqxXUC46iI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ma-UipUnZgA/s1600-h/DSCN3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SHqxXUC46iI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ma-UipUnZgA/s200/DSCN3095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222681731965446690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me the fruitfly. Fruit is the center of my universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-6668344182936362582?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/6668344182936362582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=6668344182936362582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6668344182936362582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6668344182936362582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2008/07/fruit-fly.html' title='The Fruit-Fly'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SHqxXUC46iI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ma-UipUnZgA/s72-c/DSCN3095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-1742304936532068526</id><published>2008-07-11T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:43:27.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>court.. et simple</title><content type='html'>Quelqu'un veut raison; quelqu'un veut justice; quelqu'un veut beauté; quelqu'un veut le paix d'éspirit; mais le monde continue, par habitude, par la puissance qui le créa. Le Parole de Dieu existe toujours. C'est raison, c'est justice, c'est beauté, c'est paix, c'est la vérité.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-1742304936532068526?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/1742304936532068526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=1742304936532068526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1742304936532068526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1742304936532068526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2008/07/court-et-simple.html' title='court.. et simple'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-7405665766758530334</id><published>2008-07-05T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:55:40.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Français pour tous et toutes.</title><content type='html'>C'est juste, il n'est Automne encore. Monsieur, si tu te demandes, C'est Juillet. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'accord, le mois est Juillet. J'admets mon erreur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'été à Middlebury fait beau, bon, un temps magnifique, et toutes des autres phrases qu'on pourrait utiliser pour le temps. Vermonte est belle, vraiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une autre vérité: C'est un peu difficile de parler français tous le temps. En fait, je ne l'ai parlé jamais dehors la salle de classe, et des autres temps  au hasard. Commencer à parler seulment français, alors, ce n'est pas facile. Je jouis mes cours, cependant, et je continue à essayer. J'essaye tout de suite, et en effet, c'est tout que je peux faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être je mettrai des plus annonces. Maintenant, c'est tout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, jusqu'à la prochaine fois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              -----------&lt;br /&gt;                                              ----dp-----&lt;br /&gt;                                              -----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-7405665766758530334?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/7405665766758530334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=7405665766758530334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/7405665766758530334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/7405665766758530334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2008/07/franais-pour-tous-et-toutes.html' title='Français pour tous et toutes.'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-5007368908365764254</id><published>2007-11-11T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:29:10.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall has settled in</title><content type='html'>Lookout Mountain is an attractive place. We can agree on that. But it is an artistic masterpiece in November. I constantly find myself exclaiming about the beauty of the day and the richness of color where we live. It is amazing. I am vindicated because as many times as I whined about the nastiness of some late-summer days, I sing praises for these days. Praise God for the loveliness of his Creation. He made the earth good. It attests to his creative outpouring in matter. I have been waiting for the fall season, and this it. I can safely anticipate Thanksgiving, and have a slight thought about the advent season to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rze40wVRK1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HlJkMZcNw7k/s1600-h/DSCN2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rze40wVRK1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HlJkMZcNw7k/s200/DSCN2851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131773516878785362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(this pic does very little justice. all i got right now.)&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/1859947527365479165-5007368908365764254?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/5007368908365764254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=5007368908365764254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/5007368908365764254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/5007368908365764254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/11/lookout-mountain-is-attractive-place.html' title='Fall has settled in'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rze40wVRK1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HlJkMZcNw7k/s72-c/DSCN2851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-2631895006879128606</id><published>2007-10-30T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:40:31.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Situational Poetry</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the best poems are squeezed from experience, a picture, something that describes a much larger element of human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation: Sunday afternoon chess match&lt;br /&gt;The players: Jonathan Cate and Myself&lt;br /&gt;The story: game starts off slowly; game ends with JPerry winning by a wide margin - he kicked my butt.&lt;br /&gt;The bottom-line: my Queen stepped in front of my King, even when the next move he would clearly be dead regardless.&lt;br /&gt;I write poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blood flows; Queen of the Agèd Land&lt;br /&gt;Stopping herself that Blazing Arrow&lt;br /&gt;Intended rightly for the Divine Hand&lt;br /&gt;Which dealt justice, child and widow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years and years, King of the Oppressèd&lt;br /&gt;Now Queen fallen, sacrifice, Queen blessèd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meter: 8-9-10-8-9-10;  not sure if that is legit, but I went with it, so for me it is appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oh, and one more thing. Most importantly, if you have not seen it, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=NqD171d0VBc    ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1859947527365479165-2631895006879128606?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/2631895006879128606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=2631895006879128606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/2631895006879128606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/2631895006879128606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/10/situational-poetry.html' title='Situational Poetry'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-4800075907738102822</id><published>2007-10-07T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:59:06.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rwk6iYg8n7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Huk9008zrdw/s1600-h/DP+in+NYC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rwk6iYg8n7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Huk9008zrdw/s320/DP+in+NYC.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Graffiti. And me. And New York City. Don't you always miss the places you have ever loved? I often miss the little scenes of places I frequented when younger but have not been in awhile. I miss the rooms of my elementary school, the pathways at the old baseball fields. Little League. I miss the places I would travel to, the cities I have walked and mountains I have hiked. Not that it gets me too far thinking about these places, but I do think they are worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;I like New York. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&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/1859947527365479165-4800075907738102822?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/4800075907738102822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=4800075907738102822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/4800075907738102822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/4800075907738102822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-dreams.html' title='Old Dreams'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rwk6iYg8n7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Huk9008zrdw/s72-c/DP+in+NYC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-6732109154220664277</id><published>2007-09-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:38:02.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need to be random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RviCmXvAtEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7IrkJQ9PvhQ/s1600-h/Philadelphia+%2707+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RviCmXvAtEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7IrkJQ9PvhQ/s320/Philadelphia+%2707+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just messed around with photo-editing. here is the product: self-portrait.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&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/1859947527365479165-6732109154220664277?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/6732109154220664277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=6732109154220664277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6732109154220664277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6732109154220664277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/09/need-to-be-random.html' title='need to be random'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RviCmXvAtEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7IrkJQ9PvhQ/s72-c/Philadelphia+%2707+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-1558839458254918622</id><published>2007-09-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:07:36.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of a long-lost writer</title><content type='html'>Thank God, I failed to reach the two-month mark of blog-silencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, thank God for placing me at Covenant College. It is a blessing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RuSz282638I/AAAAAAAAAEk/me7ijFnKXyE/s1600-h/Philadelphia+%2707+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RuSz282638I/AAAAAAAAAEk/me7ijFnKXyE/s320/Philadelphia+%2707+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108405633975771074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the beauty of his Creation. And let us hope that Fall comes quickly. To me, Fall is the Climax. It is the point to which all natural things aspire. It is the epitome of God's beauty bestowed on the created order. It's imminence makes me restless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-1558839458254918622?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/1558839458254918622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=1558839458254918622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1558839458254918622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1558839458254918622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/09/thoughts-of-long-lost-writer.html' title='thoughts of a long-lost writer'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RuSz282638I/AAAAAAAAAEk/me7ijFnKXyE/s72-c/Philadelphia+%2707+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-4550716235632677227</id><published>2007-07-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:15:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>around the town.. country</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088996645584628450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="1" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rp-_fIs56uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vhuE9EWHaoc/s200/DSCN2010.JPG" width="4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088993965525035714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rp-9DIs56sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oEYo0kuYSr0/s200/DSCN1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt; crazy cloud formations in oklahoma, a surprisingly green state for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088994845993331410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rp-92Ys56tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eC65DhTNHP4/s200/DSCN1511.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt; the guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the record, new mexico is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088997788045929202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rp_Ahos56vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5JdHUBaP1u0/s200/DSCN2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is our beach. seriously though. no one else at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the biggest waves you have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;awesome stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089000180342713090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rp_Cs4s56wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e5v89F_y23M/s200/DSCN2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim and james taking the plunge. this is in yosemite park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089001511782574866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rp_D6Ys56xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nmBPAZJoFC4/s200/DSCN2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt; me and buddy timmy.&lt;br /&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/1859947527365479165-4550716235632677227?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/4550716235632677227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=4550716235632677227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/4550716235632677227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/4550716235632677227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/07/around-town-country.html' title='around the town.. country'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rp-_fIs56uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vhuE9EWHaoc/s72-c/DSCN2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-622937722234765688</id><published>2007-07-17T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:17:25.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loose silt on the ocean floor...</title><content type='html'>... constantly upturned by a new presence or movement in the water. this has been my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are finally settling a little (i think). taking a road-trip has a distinct way of muddling every thought you attempt aside from the happenings of that very trip. i do not have many experiences with road-trips, but i did just return from one, so i feel qualified to generalize about such adventures. you are so caught up in what is happening, day after day cool experiences or beautiful scenery, that somehow you are not thinking as you normally do, but rather with a perspective custom-fit for this trip. changing locations every couple days or sometimes more frequently, it becomes so difficult to be realistic. so you resort to the wide-eyed, knowing that you are small in the scheme of such a huge landscape. this applies both to specific sights and also to a drive from coast to coast and the massive acreage in between, each inch possessing its own quality that separates it from the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, the trip was fun. i thought this one very often. one amazing thing after another, a blessing received from a host, an incredible sunset, a providential move of God.. day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard to be specific when it was 17 days of &lt;u&gt;stuff&lt;/u&gt;. the sort of trip where the things that happened come out over time, but not told in succession. it is just too daunting a task. if i were to give that one thing that felt the best, the moment or series of moments equalling an experience... i have to say it was getting to surf 4th street beach in Del Mar (S.D.) at sunset one night. it was the kind of feeling you never plan to forget. you cannot. it is too brilliant. the red orb of the sun dropping off the face of the earth, working magic with the water stretching before you, after you have just come in from the best surf-session of your life, and it doesn't even matter that you are not good at surfing. it takes nothing from the feeling of standing there, shivering, but so warm despite it all. you never want it to end, but you know it &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; very soon, and you will be left to look back on the memory. but you are okay with that. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am okay with that, because it retains it vividness, as all special memories do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is a taste of the journey, a journey with so many tastes that it is hard to avoid the conjoining of all of them together, where none of them retain their individual flavor. let's hope this is not imminent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took over 1000 pictures i think, so i will put some on the blog soon, and many many more on flickr. look for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-622937722234765688?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/622937722234765688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=622937722234765688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/622937722234765688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/622937722234765688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/07/loose-silt-on-ocean-floor.html' title='loose silt on the ocean floor...'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-1833724346214930359</id><published>2007-06-19T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:56:50.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there was the beach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rng0v3kaIiI/AAAAAAAAADs/DMfaWjkr_zk/s1600-h/DSCN1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077866576835387938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rng0v3kaIiI/AAAAAAAAADs/DMfaWjkr_zk/s200/DSCN1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rng0Z3kaIhI/AAAAAAAAADk/izaFv-IlJY0/s1600-h/DSCN1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077866198878265874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rng0Z3kaIhI/AAAAAAAAADk/izaFv-IlJY0/s200/DSCN1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what better way is there to spend a weekend than to go to the beach? very few, friends. the fullest time spent, energy exerted, and sun rays soaked in. very cool. of course, it wears you out more than a weekend maybe should, but it sure is worth that sacrifice. the scenario for me was as follows: hang out with drew for an hour friday dinnertime. good way to start. then continue on to charleston that night and stay at KOA in a tent, accompanied by james and tim. get up at 8 and get to dunkin donuts before getting out for some morning surfing. once at the shore, it's on. surf, eat, play bocce, and maybe a little sunburn, but only a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we surfed sunday as well, and left the beach in the late afternoon. and it was a sweet trip, great to be with a couple guys, just able to have fun away from the hometown, you know? of course we were three of the four who will traverse the country en route to california next week, so that will be plenty of time for such fun and distance. that will get interesting, you can be sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then, i am home working some more, just to get my fill before some big time off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1859947527365479165-1833724346214930359?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/1833724346214930359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=1833724346214930359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1833724346214930359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1833724346214930359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-then-there-was-beach.html' title='and then there was the beach.'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rng0v3kaIiI/AAAAAAAAADs/DMfaWjkr_zk/s72-c/DSCN1421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-4842018177743171058</id><published>2007-06-12T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:49:05.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sunday with a big red ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm6ubHkaIcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hgv3l-ESyK0/s1600-h/DSCN1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075185611004584386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm6ubHkaIcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hgv3l-ESyK0/s200/DSCN1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday afternoon is the time. the time that passes slowly, allowing plans or no plans. that makes it a unique time, and i love it. for me, this sunday was freedom. get home from church, take a long nap, eat sunday dinner, take another nap (cant you tell saturday night was 4 hours of sleep?), and now be awake enough to live and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to have a little photo shoot. by myself. this called for the timer on my camera, so that was just the thing i'd do. it was the big red ball shoot, and it was a smashing success. i guess you could say i am a bit of a dork for doing this, but i had fun with it nevertheless. you say whatever you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075185963191902674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm6uvnkaIdI/AAAAAAAAADE/Dx6QTg_ncWs/s200/DSCN1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sunday is also a day that i have a chance to call people that i have not been able to at all during the week, so i got to do that as well. and run. i always do that, kind of because i have to, but it can feel good sometimes too. oh well, all of this was my sunday; it was a good sabbath, gracias a Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm6xH3kaIgI/AAAAAAAAADc/a3ca7WeKe4w/s1600-h/DSCN1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075188578826985986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm6xH3kaIgI/AAAAAAAAADc/a3ca7WeKe4w/s320/DSCN1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm6xHnkaIfI/AAAAAAAAADU/45ETYMv_3mY/s1600-h/DSCN1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075188574532018674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm6xHnkaIfI/AAAAAAAAADU/45ETYMv_3mY/s320/DSCN1367.JPG" 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;That's right: spread the love.. do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-4842018177743171058?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/4842018177743171058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=4842018177743171058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/4842018177743171058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/4842018177743171058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-sunday-with-big-red-ball.html' title='my sunday with a big red ball'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm6ubHkaIcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hgv3l-ESyK0/s72-c/DSCN1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-7338184889653835958</id><published>2007-06-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:31:19.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>michael and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2wmnkaIXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/76OYlATk8zs/s1600-h/DSCN1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074906532619624818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2wmnkaIXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/76OYlATk8zs/s200/DSCN1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2wnHkaIYI/AAAAAAAAACY/C2k9Vf6hDKw/s1600-h/DSCN1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074906541209559426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2wnHkaIYI/AAAAAAAAACY/C2k9Vf6hDKw/s200/DSCN1337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2wnnkaIZI/AAAAAAAAACg/daJfT34aZ98/s1600-h/DSCN1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074906549799494034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2wnnkaIZI/AAAAAAAAACg/daJfT34aZ98/s200/DSCN1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2woHkaIaI/AAAAAAAAACo/BHLBaKUDezc/s1600-h/DSCN1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074906558389428642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2woHkaIaI/AAAAAAAAACo/BHLBaKUDezc/s200/DSCN1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;michael kendall came to asheville this weekend, and he stayed with me. and it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday, in the late afternoon, we made our way up to the blue ridge parkway, and 18 miles later we happened upon craggy gardens. no actually, we planned to end up there, no coincidence. when we arrived, we decided on finding somewhere off the beaten path if we could. the beaten path is never too cool if others are treading it all the while. so we set foot on rock and slope and such, searching for the winning spot, and constantly coming up short. nevertheless, we had the clock on our side, since the sun is out until 9pm or so these days, so we kept our heads about us and kept pushing onward. sure sounds epic, but it was not. it was just a relaxing day on the beautiful parkway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we found it. our spot. and it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; our spot. about 25 feet above the road, but only 15 feet off it. pretty close, but tucked beyond bushes and on a rock, it was a great find. this was our place to chill, and we chilled. yes. quality rommate time is never taken for granted. not by this guy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you'd care to see some some photos, more than what you see here, flickr is always the place to be! be there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7432704@N02/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/7432704@N02/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1859947527365479165-7338184889653835958?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/7338184889653835958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=7338184889653835958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/7338184889653835958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/7338184889653835958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/06/michael-and-me.html' title='michael and me'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rm2wmnkaIXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/76OYlATk8zs/s72-c/DSCN1333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-6076991008404558894</id><published>2007-06-06T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:19:33.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcG-nkaISI/AAAAAAAAABo/t3S8qVZEzqs/s1600-h/DSCN1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073031178099499298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcG-nkaISI/AAAAAAAAABo/t3S8qVZEzqs/s200/DSCN1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcG_XkaITI/AAAAAAAAABw/h6CEtr-cYe8/s1600-h/DSCN1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073031190984401202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcG_XkaITI/AAAAAAAAABw/h6CEtr-cYe8/s200/DSCN1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcG_3kaIUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XUU89P04YTw/s1600-h/DSCN1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073031199574335810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcG_3kaIUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XUU89P04YTw/s200/DSCN1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcHAHkaIVI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-hlch7c4VA/s1600-h/DSCN1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073031203869303122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcHAHkaIVI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-hlch7c4VA/s200/DSCN1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcHAnkaIWI/AAAAAAAAACI/1-MfHc87B5E/s1600-h/DSCN1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073031212459237730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcHAnkaIWI/AAAAAAAAACI/1-MfHc87B5E/s200/DSCN1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Lake Lure to which i referred. This last one looks kind of like "Survivor" or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-6076991008404558894?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/6076991008404558894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=6076991008404558894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6076991008404558894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6076991008404558894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-lake-lure-to-which-i-referred.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RmcG-nkaISI/AAAAAAAAABo/t3S8qVZEzqs/s72-c/DSCN1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-8277837307844149626</id><published>2007-06-05T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:32:59.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the week-end off</title><content type='html'>i had the weekend off, meaning it was imperative that i go somewhere... no not really, but i wanted to do it. and i did it. i left for a couple days. first i went to graduation on friday night and it was over 2 hours long! do i need to say more? but i did see many peoples that i have not seen in quite awhile, and that was good i think.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me and about 15 guys went to lake lure, a lake an hour or more away. the purpose was for a bachelor's party for a friend of mine, and it was a really fun time of chilling on the dock and swimming and such. really peaceful and relaxing. and a good way to spend that week-end off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the roommate will stay with me this weekend. if he knows what's good for him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-8277837307844149626?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/8277837307844149626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=8277837307844149626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/8277837307844149626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/8277837307844149626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-end-off.html' title='the week-end off'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-5814419898199352311</id><published>2007-05-27T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:48:48.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bear and a bird of prey</title><content type='html'>so i worked each of the last two mornings, and each of these mornings i saw members of the animal kingdom that i am not used to seeing in the "wild." yesterday i was in a bunker, fixing a washout, and altogether engrossed in what i was doing. needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back turned, rake in hand, horns honking, people shouting... as i said, a man thouroughly focused. it turns out, i at least had someone beside me, and his back was &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;turned. he happened to mention, "holy ****, there is a car behind us."&lt;br /&gt;"i beg your pardon."&lt;br /&gt;"there's a &lt;u&gt;bear&lt;/u&gt; behind us!"&lt;br /&gt;"oh," says i. "a bear." i guess that makes a little more sense, huh? so that's what all those horns were about. i didn't quite realize that at the time, but i remember now. i think it meant, "there's a massive mammal at your back and you may want to get up to your cart instead of standing where you are currently standing, since the bear is about twice your size." that's how i interpret it.&lt;br /&gt;if i had my camera, there would be some photos on this post, and i could have had it, but i did not. it was a really big bear. btw. :) and the story stops there. he did not attack me, and i don't have torn flesh riddling my body, after a narrow escape from the predator's clutches. nothing so heroic, disappointingly.&lt;br /&gt;well, i brought the camera this morning, just in case. the bear, however, was a no-show. of course, i wouldn't have been so lucky. but after work, i was standing outside the shop, soaking in a few morning sun rays, soon to depart for home to get ready for church. i saw a bird i am not so used to seeing, perched on a half-tree, one of those dead, leafless poles. it was about thirty feet away, and i stood watching it for at least five minutes. at this point, i thought to myself: "maybe i should get my camera, since that bird seems ready to stay where he is all morning." i wish i could say what bird it was, because is was a beautiful one. gold, black, brown, and altogether regal. hawk? that is my guess, but perhaps even eagle. i am no aviary specialist. i just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;so i follow through with my idea, and i go grab my camera from the car, only to return to... what else? an empty tree.&lt;br /&gt;it could not have happened any other way, that is just the story of my life. i was shut down, out-thunk by a &lt;u&gt;bird&lt;/u&gt;! but so it is. at least i saw it, but now consecutive days of failed sharing. words only. no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;stay posted, because i am going to catch some SWEET shots of the dragon on the 6th green tomorrow morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-5814419898199352311?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/5814419898199352311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=5814419898199352311' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/5814419898199352311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/5814419898199352311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/bear-and-bird-of-prey.html' title='a bear and a bird of prey'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-189317276831210719</id><published>2007-05-23T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:56:44.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work. tennis. stuff.</title><content type='html'>so the days go by, one after another, gradually filling up the month of may, until it can hold no more days. then we are tossed into the month of june, but we don't have any say in the matter, do we?&lt;br /&gt;no, it's okay. i am not really feeling as depressed as that sounds, or even at all really. i am just fine, thank you. i worked my 8th straight day today, so that is a little tiresome, but you do what you gotta do i guess.&lt;br /&gt;my freetime has actually been spent in large part on the tennis court. up until yesterday, i had played five days out of six, and monday's play lasted 3 hours in the 8o-something sun. it's really fun though, so i am glad to have something to commit to in a way. that is healthy for me. and speaking of commitment - or i guess we should call it &lt;em&gt;non-&lt;/em&gt;commitment - i have yet to run since i have been on summer break. and i am supposed to be a college athlete. so much for that one. better get on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-189317276831210719?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/189317276831210719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=189317276831210719' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/189317276831210719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/189317276831210719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-tennis-stuff.html' title='work. tennis. stuff.'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-6343013709746234960</id><published>2007-05-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:39:55.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Week</title><content type='html'>this post is sentiments from last night when i wrote some. i do not have internet at home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder -- and not without disgust -- how can i be upset or frustrated with my job being a drag, when many (most) of the guys that i work with are in need of the salvation of Jesus Christ? here i am, no doubt tired and worn out, but i cannot help but think it is wrong of me to dwell on this, even for a minute. this is part of sharing in the cross of Christ, having a &lt;em&gt;burden&lt;/em&gt; for the lost. God give me the strength for this burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was following a bad day at the office, and i was bothered by it the rest of the day, especially since i am always annoyed when tired. maybe i just want to feel good and cruise through everything. hmmm. something tells me i have a pretty bad attitude. i am constantly checking myself and realizing this is the case. time to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in 16th bunker i decided i must be dedicated to the Word of God. pray this will be a reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-6343013709746234960?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/6343013709746234960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=6343013709746234960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6343013709746234960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6343013709746234960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/2nd-week.html' title='2nd Week'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-581386899605093603</id><published>2007-05-16T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:09:41.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RktkU327hsI/AAAAAAAAABY/wCYC4TC2GIk/s1600-h/DSCN1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065252515662759618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RktkU327hsI/AAAAAAAAABY/wCYC4TC2GIk/s400/DSCN1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, so here is my big bro who graduated. (and that's myself on the left)... at his house in Raleigh, NC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RktkWH27htI/AAAAAAAAABg/gSaqLv11jfc/s1600-h/DSCN1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065252537137596114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RktkWH27htI/AAAAAAAAABg/gSaqLv11jfc/s400/DSCN1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, this is it. I hope everyone is content, because I think I got the whole house in the picture. Too bad I am tiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-581386899605093603?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/581386899605093603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=581386899605093603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/581386899605093603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/581386899605093603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeah-so-here-is-my-big-bro-who.html' title=''/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/RktkU327hsI/AAAAAAAAABY/wCYC4TC2GIk/s72-c/DSCN1163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-3646731488665806532</id><published>2007-05-15T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:35:11.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Raleigh, to the Outer Banks, back to Raleigh, and back to Asheville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rktczn27hpI/AAAAAAAAABA/EXkc5DaHncM/s1600-h/DSCN0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065244247850714770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rktczn27hpI/AAAAAAAAABA/EXkc5DaHncM/s320/DSCN0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rktc0X27hqI/AAAAAAAAABI/eukSGELdRJk/s1600-h/DSCN0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065244260735616674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rktc0X27hqI/AAAAAAAAABI/eukSGELdRJk/s320/DSCN0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rktc1H27hrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/A8M-tCXBrNQ/s1600-h/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065244273620518578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rktc1H27hrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/A8M-tCXBrNQ/s320/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adventures to the east began Saturday morning, when I got up 2 hours later than usual, but still found a way to only get 5 hrs. of sleep. :( Really good way to set up for another sleepy few days. Oh my. And let me tell you about my danged eyes... No I'm not really gonna tell you, except that if you ever want a good piece of allergies, a) move to Asheville. b) work at the golf course. Guaranteed to work.&lt;br /&gt;But who really cares about my allergies?&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Raleigh on Saturday, my mom and Josh and Caleb. We went to my brother Ben's house and moved on to the J.C. Raulston Arboretum for Ben's graduation from the Landscape Architecture or Horticulture (or something) Department of NC State. 30 students, and the ceremonies kept going and going. It was fine though. We were inside, and it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church, mom, Ben, Caleb, myself... left for OBX. (one must be cool to use that abbreviation). We went to the Elizabethan Gardens at the Lost Colony, and that was just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;[Here is the point where I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be inserting photos, but I don't have the CD with me. Sorry. They will come. Soon.]&lt;br /&gt;We ate good places, saw cool lighthouses, were cold at the beach, drove a lot, had fun, chilled, and lots of other things.&lt;br /&gt;If you have never been to the Outer Banks, you should go. That is the moral of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading Sophie's World this weekend, too, just like my friend Sienna. I hope she doesn't mind me quoting the book like she has done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't experience being alive without realizing that you have to die... But it's just as impossible to realize you have to die without thinking how incredibly amazing it is to be alive. Sophie remembered Granny saying something like that the day the doctor told her she was ill. 'I never realized how rich life was until now,' she said. How tragic that most people had to get ill before they understood what a gift it was to be alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this is rather like the idea that Sienna wrote about, how important it is to never lose that faculty of wonder. It is part of who we are as God's people, to see his handiwork and to marvel, seeing everything as through the eyes of a child, who has not yet become bored with his surroundings. Never see things as normal, because they are not. Ever. Everything was designed by our Creator, and we should see the world with a mix of wonder, fright, and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-3646731488665806532?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/3646731488665806532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=3646731488665806532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/3646731488665806532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/3646731488665806532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-raleigh-to-outer-banks-back-to.html' title='To Raleigh, to the Outer Banks, back to Raleigh, and back to Asheville'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/Rktczn27hpI/AAAAAAAAABA/EXkc5DaHncM/s72-c/DSCN0933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-6646405625228184430</id><published>2007-05-10T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:17:30.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshiningdownonme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7432704@N02/492793380/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/492793380_ac3a0f9c2f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7432704@N02/492793380/"&gt;sunshiningdownonme&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/7432704@N02/"&gt;dpick22&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(I guess this is a picture of me in front of my house)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-6646405625228184430?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/6646405625228184430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=6646405625228184430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6646405625228184430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6646405625228184430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunshiningdownonme.html' title='sunshiningdownonme'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/492793380_ac3a0f9c2f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-1098214423226378180</id><published>2007-05-10T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:35:55.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the World I Know</title><content type='html'>I really am beginning to get back into this life of mine. I don't feel so strange being here, and I am enjoying it a little. That's sort of a relief from my cynical tendencies. It was like I wanted to leave as soon as I got here because I didn't really know what to do. But now I guess I feel busy and geared for action, so of course I am okay with that. I am at my finest when I have no time to think. ???&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to think.&lt;br /&gt;This is going a weird direction, so I will slow down a little. First of all, let me say that work is shaping up a bit. I am recognizing the value of being there and interacting with the same people day after day after day. Maybe it was somewhat of a shock to come spend all day with these guys that are about the opposite of my good friends. Or maybe they are just real-life versions of my friends &lt;u&gt;unleashed&lt;/u&gt;. That may be the more likely of the two. Ironically. I think that is why I am coming around with them, just realizing the fact that there are some things I cannot get with them about, but that there are also things that we can talk about, and be able to get to a point of actually knowing them. It can be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed at 10.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to bed at 9.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to bed at 12.&lt;br /&gt;My life in Asheville. A good one. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I also like Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;That is where I will be in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-1098214423226378180?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/1098214423226378180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=1098214423226378180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1098214423226378180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1098214423226378180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-in-world-i-know.html' title='Back in the World I Know'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-2565994898942052891</id><published>2007-05-07T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:47:38.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day at the office...</title><content type='html'>oh boy, i'm back at the country club. and i only had to go till noon today. you don't hear "this guy" complaining. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is such a difficult transition to come back into this one of my worlds - first of all, back home. but even more so, this work. it is just such a challenge to be around all the people that i am with each day. it's funny, i think if i were doing this job with many of my good friends, even with one, i would have fun with it. but that is just far from the case. i feel so detached when i am there, and i really do not want to be, but it is hard to connect with people. i am not going to hold up signs on my blog like sienna did, but i need prayer too, that God will give me the strength to be able to talk seriously with the guys. i want nothing more than to positively influence some of them. that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i think i should start to sleep a lot too, because i am not close to caught up. this is how i am supposed to feel when it is 90 deg. and i have worked 10 days in a row, not 1 day that was 60-something. this morning it was like high-30s and my hands were about numb.&lt;br /&gt;throw some cross-country training in there, and i'll be dropping like a fly. let's hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it is time for me to get my new license since i am driving on an expired one! peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-2565994898942052891?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/2565994898942052891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=2565994898942052891' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/2565994898942052891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/2565994898942052891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day-at-office.html' title='first day at the office...'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-6227147885966528257</id><published>2007-05-03T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:27:13.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12:43 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I am 45 minutes late, but I turned 20 at that time, and let me tell you: it feels pretty damn good. Michael and I just having some quality roommate time, nothing better. Best of all, we've been putting our heads together, and we decide that he is coming to Philadelphia this August. That is just the way it has to be, and it is too late to decide otherwise. Great ideas just flow when it's your B-Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My my my. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Oh, and it's about time I started to pack to get on the train outta here. It's pulling into the station.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-6227147885966528257?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/6227147885966528257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=6227147885966528257' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6227147885966528257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6227147885966528257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/1243-am.html' title='12:43 a.m.'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-1477039679382961770</id><published>2007-05-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:34:03.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End: Spring 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Freshman year is done. Hmmm.. It is so hard to imagine the stages of the year passing, one by one. I guess in some ways it is just like my whole young life: each year that passes has more and more stages. As a Kindergarten student, it was what it was, and I sure didn't think about starting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;. What a strange phenomenon. I am not the same as I was when I arrived. I am not the same as when the semester began. I am not the same as the week before last. Maybe my friends have something to do with that. My crew (if it is legit to call them that) is a fun group to spend time with, and we have been steadily leaving each other the last couple days. Sad huh? It is. Oh well, I think everyone is excited about summer anyway, so it's okay. Summer. I just need to get away from Covenant before it is summer break! Someone carry me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I need an upload cable before I can put any pics on here)&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/1859947527365479165-1477039679382961770?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/1477039679382961770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=1477039679382961770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1477039679382961770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/1477039679382961770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/year-end-spring-2007.html' title='Year End: Spring 2007'/><author><name>D. Fresh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487231224935901516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzJTvZ88gzQ/SczEJYdJdCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/AQjTcEcx1Aw/S220/SprBanq+date+for+Sarah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859947527365479165.post-6092278317704147796</id><published>2007-05-03T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:02:14.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really into this blogging idea. First of all, many of my friends have got it, I think it is a cool thing, so I want to do it. Second, I don't like Facebook at all really, and this will give me a really good excuse to quit that pretty soon. Sound good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for me to say, "Hello world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogging world will never be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1859947527365479165-6092278317704147796?l=thedanpick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/feeds/6092278317704147796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1859947527365479165&amp;postID=6092278317704147796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6092278317704147796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859947527365479165/posts/default/6092278317704147796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedanpick.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-really-into-this-blogging-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>D. 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