<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227</id><updated>2009-06-30T00:30:52.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Note from Self</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts on the band, the sporting world, and other things that have nothing to do with the first two things. hilarity ensues.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekidscallitnotetoself.blogspot.com/atom.xml'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog.asp'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-3136197317416119509</id><published>2009-06-02T13:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:10:21.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pensitivity</title><content type='html'>it just dawned on me that i explicitly call myself "pensive" in two consecutive posts. (i'm not sure what to make of that, but let's keep the streak alive, shall we? um...) only a person as pensive as i am would notice that. (wait a second. if i were to cease being pensive, would that make me expensive? i guess i'll have to ponder that one. if only i were predisposed to pondering...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-3136197317416119509?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/3136197317416119509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=3136197317416119509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/3136197317416119509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/3136197317416119509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2009/06/pensitivity.html' title='pensitivity'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-2582473716134031539</id><published>2009-06-02T11:56:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:15:28.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>driving lessons</title><content type='html'>i had a revelation the other day while driving to work. i do a lot of life pondering while driving. i have a 40 minute commute and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pensive by nature. this absolutely is the reason a lot of my lyrics have allusions to driving (see: whiteout, behind the wheel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ended up getting baited into one of my teach-this-guy-a-lesson moods because someone violated some personal driving etiquette rule of mine. so, of course, applying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vigilante&lt;/span&gt; road justice, i... obnoxiously tail-gated him for a little while. i know what you're thinking - "oh no he didn't!" - oh yes i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;. it always seems that anything you do on the road out of anger end up being so insignificant, silly, and/or indefensible in retrospect. anyway, here's the conclusion i came to about my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would rather accidentally be nice to someone who didn't deserve it than accidentally be a dick to someone who didn't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; driving on the highway in moderate traffic and a lane has to merge. so, of course, i dutifully move over as soon as i see signs indicating this. then, a vehicle behind me continues driving in the soon-to-be-defunct lane and is apparently going to cut in front of several cars in this fashion. i have a choice now on how to react. i can treat them as if they are intentionally trying to pass everyone as a result of their belief that their time is more important than the time of those that they are passing OR i can treat them as if there's a chance there's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;legitimate&lt;/span&gt; (or at least semi-legit) reason for their actions. maybe it's some hot-shot lawyer who wins settlements for the people that slip on the floor at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mcdonald's&lt;/span&gt; and he's not about to allow mere civilians slow him down. or maybe it's a mom with 3 screaming kids in the back who's having the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; worst day of her life who is so stressed out that she didn't even see the road signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather risk letting the hot-shot think his behavior is acceptable in society than risk turning the mom's day from 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; worst to 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;adage&lt;/span&gt; goes: you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. although, i can't imagine anyone that's trying to catch flies thinking that vinegar would be a good route. and actually, why are we trying to attract flies in the first place here? what is the analogy supposed to be even? if i understand this right, i think we're comparing potential friends to annoying house pests. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be honest, i don't even want to be friends with annoying pests, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; in fact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; to use vinegar for them. and truthfully, wouldn't the best thing for attracting flies be... like.. poop? i guess if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ever in a pessimistic mood and someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;snarkily&lt;/span&gt; hits me with "you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, you know", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just come back at them with "actually, ideally you would want to use a pile of poop. or maybe a dead animal." and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; end that conversation nice and quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-2582473716134031539?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/2582473716134031539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=2582473716134031539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/2582473716134031539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/2582473716134031539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2009/06/driving-lessons.html' title='driving lessons'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-3250753638582193676</id><published>2009-05-14T11:24:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:02:04.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>world wide web (or oh, the humanity!)</title><content type='html'>i love the internet. it's an amazing tool for access to all sorts of information. wikipedia is invaluable for quickly answering just about any question. and don't even get me started on imdb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have a specific concern. the social interaction between people on the internet has, in many cases, allowed for a flagrant lack of accountability. now, there are some instances where there is a degree of accountability, say, facebook for example, where you wouldn't be able to get away with whatever you like, since you have only one account, and it's based on relationships in real life (or at least it's supposed to be). but on things like message boards, forums, comments on articles, etc, it is allowed to get quite out of hand. people can pop up, make outrageously incendiary remarks, hide behind an alias, and fade into cyberspace as they never have to answer for the social and emotional impact of their words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i struggle with this, because my aim would be that everyone in the world uses rational and focused arguments to support their points. so every time i encounter someone who's not doing this, my first reaction is to try to respond rationally and show them that people can have debates without resorting to bush league tactics. however, i've found that normally these people go keyser sose on me once logic is brought into the debate ("and like that, he's gone"). i guess some people just enjoy the former kind of argument. incitement vs incitement. you're like a girl - no YOU'RE like a girl. my dad's stronger than your dad. once they go at someone who will no longer perpetuate their fight, it's no more fun. peace out. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm learning that i can't change the way people are. i feel you, rodney king. and i have no answer for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish we as a society were more conscious of their own humanity and that of others. people like to categorize other people to justify their actions. if we just thought of each other as other people, with individual life experiences and history, i think we would treat one another so differently. i think about this a lot during my 40-minute commute. on the road, you can cut someone off, flick them off, and speed away, and 99% of the time, you will never have to suffer any consequence. but just imagine trying to do this on foot, rather than in a car. now THAT would be audacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is applicable in so many instances in my life. i recently read a user review of a sufjan stevens album at an online store. he included a line that went something like "if you liked this song and you have a college degree, you need to move out of your parents' house." which prompted me to think "wait, i liked that song, have a college degree, own my own home, and have a moderately successful career! i should confront him with this, that'll show him!" right. i'm sure he'd be put right into his place with that information. why is it that that critics (and wanna-be critics) seem to think that to be "good", you have to be "a dick"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarly, i was this *holding thumb and pointer finger a half inch apart* close to joining a michigan fan site to inform some poster that had unfairly chastised a coach/player/recruit/opponent/(it was so important that i remember it so very clearly now) of my higher way of understanding the world and that he was being unfair. seriously? what am i doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm somehow reminded of the scene in good will hunting when robin williams is sitting with matt damon on the park bench, and he's explaining why he freaked out when damon made a comment about his wife. "but you presumed to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. you ripped my f***ing life apart." i feel like the social interactions here are so often justified with logic along the lines of "i'll bet they're the kind of person that..." and then that frees them to treat this person how they would treat THOSE people. we're willing to trivialize that person's entire life experience for the sake of, what, appearing intuitive? making a disparaging comment? seeming to have discerning tastes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have to clarify by saying that the michigan fan site i referenced actually has a community of users that makes an intentional effort to discourage and disallow mindless word fights and i applaud that effort (it's mgoblog.com if you want to check it out). my hope is that the internet moves in that direction as people become fed up with the useless banter, instead of fostering the anonymity and creating an environment where that kind of garbage can thrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that post wasn't very funny. sorry. i guess i'm getting pensive in my old age. actually, i've always been pensive. i have no excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-3250753638582193676?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/3250753638582193676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=3250753638582193676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/3250753638582193676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/3250753638582193676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2009/05/world-wide-web-or-oh-humanity.html' title='world wide web (or oh, the humanity!)'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-1022301695216129337</id><published>2009-03-25T12:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:12:24.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"not in this economy"</title><content type='html'>it's a pretty depressing time in michigan, so to lighten the mood, i thought it would be funny to start replacing my "no" to a yes or no question, with "not in this economy". questions like: "you wanna go grab some lunch?" or "did you set your clock for daylight savings?" or "have you ever been convicted of a felony?" i'll let you know how it works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-1022301695216129337?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/1022301695216129337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=1022301695216129337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/1022301695216129337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/1022301695216129337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2009/03/not-in-this-economy.html' title='&quot;not in this economy&quot;'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-857091661600905806</id><published>2009-03-09T12:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:09:17.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>calvin part 2</title><content type='html'>so after writing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; the first time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been a lot more attentive to depictions of him recently. but i think it's going to be really hard to top what i saw the other day. for starters, we had double-barreled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; action. yes, that's two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;calvins&lt;/span&gt;, peeing on two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; things. it was on the back of a pickup truck (shocking, i know) on either side of the sliding rear window. right side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; was peeing on some sort of workers' union. left side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; was peeing on "baby killing liberals". now, i think that if i were paid to do so and given a few days to brainstorm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; confident that i could come up with something more awful than that. but i don't think you could ever get me to put it into print. but here's the kicker of the whole thing (and clearly, my favorite part): &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; is giving you the finger. this is where you need to realize that he is NOT flicking off the words "baby killing liberals", but YOU, the viewer. i love this for 2 reasons. #1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; is flicking you off regardless of your political affiliation and/or how you feel about babies. in fact, now that i think of it, when the owner of the truck looks at it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; is flicking HIM off (and i guess to be politically correct, i should say him/her, but i think we're way past that point now). and #2 what a great way to take the "passive" right out of the passive-aggressive nature of that kind of political sign. because for the most part, whether or not i generally agree with whatever the message may be, the tone of any extreme political sign makes me feel like the writer is saying "if you're not offended yet, i'm totally prepared to say something about your mom". so! let's cut out the ambiguity and just flick off everyone who reads the sign. brilliant. (shaking head). sigh... for shame, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt;. what would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hobbes&lt;/span&gt; think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-857091661600905806?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/857091661600905806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=857091661600905806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/857091661600905806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/857091661600905806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2009/03/calvin-part-2.html' title='calvin part 2'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-1091880092759868669</id><published>2009-02-26T11:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:43:40.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if you have self-esteem issues, don't get on the prez's bad side...</title><content type='html'>for your enjoyment, a hilarious excerpt from a Time magazine interview with Barack Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever get angry, and if you do, how would we know it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to tail me and [spokesman Robert] Gibbs for a few days, I could tell you, we've had it out a couple times. You know, my staff knows when I get angry. I'm not a shouter. I find that what was always effective with me as a kid, and Michelle and I find it effective with our kids, is just making people feel really guilty. Like "Boy, I am disappointed in you. I expected so much more." And I think people generally want to do the right thing, and if you're clear to them about what that right thing is, and if they see you doing the right thing, then that gives you some leverage. Hollering at people isn't usually that effective. Now, there are exceptions. There are times where guilt doesn't work, and then you have to use fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-1091880092759868669?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/1091880092759868669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=1091880092759868669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/1091880092759868669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/1091880092759868669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2009/02/if-you-have-self-esteem-issues-dont-get.html' title='if you have self-esteem issues, don&apos;t get on the prez&apos;s bad side...'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-4666054250383948215</id><published>2008-08-03T17:46:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:19:13.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>calvin must drink a lot of water...</title><content type='html'>In my humble opinion, there's no better place to express your views to the world than the back of your car. You know those rear window decals of Calvin peeing on a Ford or Chevy symbol? I'm not really sure I've ever fully understood the appeal of those things. Although, it's surprising that in the Detroit area, you don't see more Calvins peeing on Toyota and Honda symbols. (Which brings me to my idea of buying a Toyota Tundra, putting an 'Out of a job yet? Keep buying foreign!' bumper sticker on it, and parking it at the Ford River Rouge Plant in the 'Ford Family of Cars Parking Lot' just to see how long it lasts... but that's a different story). Today while we were driving, Anna spotted someone that had a rear window decal of Calvin peeing on Osama bin Laden. Why can't we have Calvin just pee on things that dudes normally pee on? Like a tree or a campfire? Maybe it's just me, but I think there should be a traffic ordinance that regulates what you are allowed to depict Calvin peeing on. And it should be inversely proportional to the seriousness of the issue. For example, if you want to express your displeasure with someone who is responsible for a terrorist attack, maybe you should choose another medium. This is a slippery slope here, folks. I mean, if we don't come together and do something about it, it won't be long before we see a car with this in their back window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/Worst-Possible-Calvin-Peeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/Worst-Possible-Calvin-Peeing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insanity must stop. A movement of change must be started. You can do your part. Help me put a stop to Calvin peeing on things, by printing this out and putting it in the back window of your car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/End-Calvin-Peeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/End-Calvin-Peeing.jpg" alt="" 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/17548227-4666054250383948215?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/4666054250383948215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=4666054250383948215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/4666054250383948215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/4666054250383948215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2008/08/calvin-must-drink-lot-of-water.html' title='calvin must drink a lot of water...'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-4634869282739683757</id><published>2008-05-01T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:50:23.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitch Albom: potty mouth</title><content type='html'>i thought this was funny. i was reading a Mitch Albom article about the Pistons the other day, and he was describing Antonio McDyess (who played a playoff game with a broken nose) as "stuffed-up, puffed-up, and fed-up". the cadence of that phrase leads me to expect the last item to somewhat rhyme with the previous two. so when i read it the first time, in my mind it was "stuffed-up, puffed-up, and effed-up". as in f'ed-up. as in f***ed-up. it's funnier when you picture Mitch Albom writing this, he who sounds like he's trying to write to an audience that spans from baby boomers to 2nd graders. i wish Mitch Albom had been one of my elemetary school teachers. now THAT would be f'ed-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-4634869282739683757?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/4634869282739683757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=4634869282739683757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/4634869282739683757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/4634869282739683757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2008/05/mitch-albom-potty-mouth.html' title='Mitch Albom: potty mouth'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-2630110498428152154</id><published>2007-09-14T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:16:19.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>state of the Bono address</title><content type='html'>This is absolutely one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite writers, &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/simmons/index"&gt;Bill Simmons&lt;/a&gt;. It's from an article he wrote right after going to a U2 concert and it completely sums up my feelings about Bono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Bono is completely out of control. He's a rambling lunatic, not that he wasn't before, but now he's just plain nuts. Told a fantastic story about the Pope that was absolutely incoherent, followed by Bono pulling out some rosary beads that the Pope gave him and dramatically hanging them on the microphone. Had a speech about Africa where people were glancing at each other like "Do you understand this?" He's the best.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have put it any better myself. Anyway, that's the best part. For reasons beyond my understanding, they took this article down off of ESPN, so here it is, in its entirety:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;I saw U2 last night at the Staples Center and sent an e-mail to my friends about it before realizing I should have just posted it right here. Here's what I sent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bono is completely out of control. He's a rambling lunatic, not that he wasn't before, but now he's just plain nuts. Told a fantastic story about the Pope that was absolutely incoherent, followed by Bono pulling out some rosary beads that the Pope gave him and dramatically hanging them on the microphone. Had a speech about Africa where people were glancing at each other like "Do you understand this?" He's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The stage was really cool – speakers were over their heads, and there was a circular stage that went all the way around so Bono could prance around and do Bono things. Best part of the show: He pulled some hot chick on stage during "Mysterious Ways" – like Springsteen with Courtney Cox – only her friend (had to be a stripper) decided after a minute that she would jump up as well with her 44DD's, delighting the audience and terrifying Bono, who grabbed the other guy and ran away from her. The stripper followed them and they did a complete circle around the stage, followed by security going after the girl before Bono changed his mind and decided she could stay. Then she crawled on the ground and shook her butt at him during the end of the song, which actually worked. Bono ended it by saying, "Only in Los AN-ge-les!" He refuses to call it "L.A" by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bono dedicated "Running to Stand Still" – a song about heroin users, if I remember correctly – to the U.S. troops overseas. He also dedicated "One" – a song about a relationship falling apart, if I remember correctly – to the plight of Africans, even changing some of the lyrics. He's turning into the new Elton John. I kept waiting for him to change the lyrics of "Party Girl" to honor Princess Di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some random older stuff they played: "Electric Co," "New Year's Day," "New Song," even "The Ocean" – a short song from "Boy" that most of the crowd didn't recognize. (I was DELIGHTED by this. I'm convinced they played "The Ocean" to see how many real fans were in the audience – it was like they were saying, "All right, head count!") I thought "New Year's Day" was the best song of the night – replete with The Edge playing the piano and guitar. It was really good. "Where the Streets Have No Name" was also top-notch. The crowd was 4X-5X more excited for anything from the '80s – every time they started a newer song, everyone was trying to hide their disappointment, except for "Vertigo" and "Beautiful Day," which had all the pseudos in the crowd going crazy. They also did a really good job with "Zoo Station" and "The Fly," which were always underrated songs I think. They didn't play anything from "Unforgettable Fire" other than "Pride," which was downright indefensible since it's been 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Shouldn't they play "Unforgettable Fire" – the song, not the album – in every concert? Shouldn't this be mandatory? I always thought that was their greatest song other than "One Tree Hill," which they never play in concert, either. Go figure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bono didn't call The Edge "The Edge" nearly enough for my liking. I also didn't like their choice to open the show – "City of Blinding Lights" – which was just a lame pick and didn't get the crowd properly fired up. They should have started with "Vertigo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Remind me to go as The Edge next Halloween. Easy costume – dark jeans, a black T-shirt, a bandanna and a guitar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They played "Pride" and Bono went into his "Dr. King" routine – he really has run out of things to say about MLK at this point and doesn't seem that interested in the first place. He needs to mix it up with this song and re-dedicate it to Abe Lincoln or something, so he can discuss the ramifications of slavery back in the 1860s. Or maybe Nelson Mandela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LA was a goofy place to see a U2 show – decked-out chicks, guys on their cellphones, different type of energy. Bono must hate coming here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a solid time, although I felt old for most of it. One of these times, I want to see them have a concert where they strip away all the BS and just belt out some of their best songs – "Running to Stand Still" was excellent and had a different vibe than most of the other songs they played, I wish they had gone in that direction. They desperately need to do an "Unplugged"-type concert before Bono loses his voice for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-2630110498428152154?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/2630110498428152154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=2630110498428152154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/2630110498428152154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/2630110498428152154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/09/state-of-bono-address.html' title='state of the Bono address'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-1014570269768215363</id><published>2007-09-01T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:17:49.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wallflowers... or something like that</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting for a little while to post this, and I think it's been long enough. In the parking garage beneath the building in Farmington Hills that used to house Continental AG, where I worked on contract for a few months, I came across something so unique, I didn't have words to describe it. The way that the cement was poured for the walls down there was such that it left a circular mark in the middle of each section of concrete. Furthermore, there was some moisture that had gathered on the walls, and created permanent marks in various patterns. What I didn't expect, was that while pulling into a parking spot on a normal day of work, that my headlights would illuminate something that would change my life forever. Or at least my day. By adding recurring giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, this is not for the faint of heart. Explicit content ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;a href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/wall-boobs-from-afar.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is what I saw as I drove up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second, let me get a closer &lt;a href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/wall-boobs.jpg"&gt;look&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I've never seen anything like it in my life. I'm pretty sure it was &lt;a href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/wall-boobs-water-mark.jpg"&gt;formed naturally&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've witnessed one of those miracles where someone sees an image of Jesus or the Virgin Mary and they call the Vatican, except I feel like I should be calling &lt;a href="http://www.llli.org/ab.html?m=1"&gt;La Leche League&lt;/a&gt; or something instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-1014570269768215363?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/1014570269768215363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=1014570269768215363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/1014570269768215363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/1014570269768215363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/09/wallflowers-or-something-like-that.html' title='wallflowers... or something like that'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-7276320111384926056</id><published>2007-05-31T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:35:09.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>that ringing in my ear is gone... er, ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; made a life decision. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided that there comes a time in your life where you have to deal with past decisions, and no longer be apathetic about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dramatic intro, i know, but it was a dramatic decision. i knew i wasn't going to keep it my whole life, but the question was: when do i get rid of it? how long is too long? when is it a force for me to still have this? when do i take out my earring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how when you meet a dude, you have a first impression of him, but then if you notice that he has an earring, it's "ah ha.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;..." and your impression changes slightly somehow? well, i would do that, and then realize that i had an earring. that was a sure sign that it had to go at some point. that, and the fact that i didn't want to be an old guy with an earring. because the kids make fun of those kinds of people. well, i needed an excuse, and i had a job interview coming up, so what better excuse than "i need to look professional"? here are some before and after pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/earringed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/earringed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/de-earringed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/de-earringed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell from this series of photos, the sheer emotional impact of this decision (clear happy to sad transition). and how i miss it already. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting misty eyed just writing about it. i should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, we're playing a show over in chi-town. the embrace race charity event. apparently, they're trying to break the world record for number of different people hugged in 24 hours. the record is currently 4216. and then they're giving donations to &lt;a href="http://www.dreamsforkids.org/"&gt;Dreams for Kids&lt;/a&gt;. although now that i think of it, where is that money going to come from? well, most importantly, the point is that you'll see a much more professional looking, albeit emotional, guitar-player/singer in note to self if you're there. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-7276320111384926056?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/7276320111384926056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=7276320111384926056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/7276320111384926056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/7276320111384926056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/05/that-ringing-in-my-ear-is-gone-er-ring.html' title='that ringing in my ear is gone... er, ring.'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-7519017494270435966</id><published>2007-05-20T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:22:45.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>instrumental</title><content type='html'>i just had a dream last night that the copy of whiteout that i had was missing vocals on nothing can stop us now. and so i started recording vocals using my little home recording station (which is not much bigger than a coaster), but then starting thinking "i feel like these should get recorded in the studio too." and then ben began and the guy from new york that mastered our album showed up and were arguing about how to record it. i hope that doesn't mean anything. actually it probably just means that i just sang a song while playing the piano in jason's wedding on friday, and that's just residual stress. every time i see my piano keyboard, i think to myself "i should practice the wedding song."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-7519017494270435966?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/7519017494270435966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=7519017494270435966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/7519017494270435966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/7519017494270435966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/05/instrumental.html' title='instrumental'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-1528474385711274666</id><published>2007-04-18T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:30:48.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whiteout</title><content type='html'>okay, so this is long overdue, but we released whiteout and we're all pretty juiced about promoting it. you can take a look at it &lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/notetoself2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and it'll be on &lt;a href="http://www.awarestore.com"&gt;awarestore.com&lt;/a&gt; and iTunes pretty soon. we're all really happy with the way it turned out, and just want people to listen to it. so if you want to help us out here's what you should do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) buy a cd (and a tshirt)&lt;br /&gt;2) tell someone you know to do 1)&lt;br /&gt;3) go to 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever get out of that loop, and want to do more, talk to us, because we love talking to people that are as fired up (sometimes more) as we are about our music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-1528474385711274666?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/1528474385711274666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=1528474385711274666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/1528474385711274666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/1528474385711274666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/04/whiteout.html' title='whiteout'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-5245699504925952096</id><published>2007-03-28T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:17:44.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder what his free throw percentage would be...</title><content type='html'>for no reason, this: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/asiapcf/03/28/china.tall.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/asiapcf/03/28/china.tall.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has got to be a publicity stunt for this woman's career, right? no worries, if that's the case, the universe will right itself and she'll get what's coming to her. if they try to have kids, she's clearly going to explode sometime during the third trimester. it'll be like when Neo kills Mr. Smith at the end of the Matrix. all that will be left is a 5'6" baby, flexing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're very close to releasing the cd. we're currently getting all of our online selling points set up. don't worry. we'll tell you when it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-5245699504925952096?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/5245699504925952096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=5245699504925952096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/5245699504925952096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/5245699504925952096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/03/i-wonder-what-his-free-throw-percentage.html' title='i wonder what his free throw percentage would be...'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-8306688325933354477</id><published>2007-03-12T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:12:25.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't see the wardrobe malfunction live...</title><content type='html'>...i was playing a card game, so i missed it. but i did see this. this may rank as number one in "what did i just see?" live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; moments for me. i still have no explanation.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(note: the original video i posted here got removed from youtube, so here's a replacement: go to 8:03 of this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IA4LZLTrpGA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IA4LZLTrpGA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M35lJPnuK9E"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who didn't know, this was right after Barkley (an NBA hall of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;famer&lt;/span&gt;, "the round mound of rebound") and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bavetta&lt;/span&gt; (oldest NBA ref at 68) had a footrace because Barkley, during a tv telecast, had said Bavetta was too old to ref games, being that you had to run up and down the court, and that he could outrun Bavetta. so they decided to do it at the all-star weekend. Barkley won, and obviously, there are no hard feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i really wonder, is that if they had a mulligan on that hug, would they change it? meaning to say, was that on purpose, or was it just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;volatile&lt;/span&gt; snowball of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;miscommunications&lt;/span&gt; that flashed back and forth 20 times in a split second before ending in something neither of them intended? i mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; definitely done the awkward "handshake or hug?" greeting, where you change your mind about 5 times of which to do before settling into an overly enthusiastic hug (because you don't want them to feel like you're not good enough friends for the hug) and that naturally leaves both of you with nothing to say to one another immediately following and avoiding eye contact for the next few minutes. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; definitely never had that accidentally end in a man kiss. knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i might as well say something note to self related. the new cd is in production right now. they're pressing discs and printing cover art as we speak. or. as you read. unless you're reading this a month from now, then they'll be done. also, the music on those cds sounds awesome. awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-8306688325933354477?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/8306688325933354477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=8306688325933354477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/8306688325933354477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/8306688325933354477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/03/i-didnt-see-wardrobe-malfunction-live.html' title='i didn&apos;t see the wardrobe malfunction live...'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-7606592995350228224</id><published>2007-01-25T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:28:43.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>studio week x</title><content type='html'>okay, i'm giving up on counting. it wasn't really doing anything for me anyway. the point is that we're done with all of our initial tracking, and we got the first mix of 6 of the songs this past sunday. we've been listening to them all week and it's shaping up really well. however, we did sit down and compile a list of tweaks that we wanted to make, and we ended up with three and a half pages. so we still have some work ahead of us. they're all pretty minor things, like levels and maybe re-recording a guitar track here and there because we didn't like the tone we chose, but it's all pointing towards a really good record in the end. also, right now i'm working on the templates for stickers and tshirts. hooray for merch! don't worry, they'll be so sweet when i'm done with them that you will have no choice but to buy lots of each.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-7606592995350228224?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/7606592995350228224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=7606592995350228224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/7606592995350228224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/7606592995350228224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/01/studio-week-x.html' title='studio week x'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-3719542815891070510</id><published>2007-01-18T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:40:13.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>studio week 2</title><content type='html'>okay, so i can't call this entry "days 3-6" because that would get annoying, and if we work for half a day, does that count as a whole day or not? and i can't call it "week 1" because we've already been in for a few days. therefore, we're starting at week 2. it's kind of arbitrary, but i'll post a key that does the calculations for you so you don't get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this time around, i took some pictures, so you can get a feel for what it's like to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/40oz-front-door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/40oz-front-door.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's the front door. on a sunny day. notice the tea strainer that jason found and hung on their mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/jason-guitar-take.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/jason-guitar-take.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is jason laying down a rhythm guitar track. and wearing a really bright blue sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/what-tom-does-now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/what-tom-does-now.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;since tom finished his drums in december, this is basically all he does when he comes to the studio anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/gameboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/gameboy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is basically all i do. i don't have an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/master-at-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/master-at-work.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's the master at work. this is ben began, the controller of our universe until the end of january. whenever i sit on the couch and watch him mixing/recording, i feel like he looks like the phantom of the opera, surrounded by pipe organs from that angle. so i wanted to share that with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, i actually wrote this last week, and i'm starting to get confused as to when i took the pictures, so just take it all in as an experience. at this point, we're done with all the initial tracking except for the vocals for "everything" (yes, the song that jason performed with laura jones at my wedding) and "nothing can stop us now" (yes, the song that nobody's heard of). we will start getting mixes this weekend, and by sunday, we should have first drafts of all 9 songs. i'll let you know how it goes. rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/ben-ready-to-rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/blog_images/ben-ready-to-rock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17548227-3719542815891070510?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/3719542815891070510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=3719542815891070510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/3719542815891070510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/3719542815891070510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2007/01/studio-week-2.html' title='studio week 2'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-940884127248009978</id><published>2006-12-24T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:13:39.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio Day 2</title><content type='html'>Well, we're officially done with recording drums for the album. Actually, we'll almost for sure add some tamborine and other percussive instruments here and there (we could use a little more cowbell) but the main tracking is done. Tom definitely felt more comfortable this time, and was able to pound out 4 songs in less than 5 hours. We got some pretty sweet artistic shots of him drumming, and I was able to keep from laughing during the filming, for the most part. This studio video will turn out one of two ways: awesome, or something that only the band members enjoy watching. I think the album itself probably has more promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-940884127248009978?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/940884127248009978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=940884127248009978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/940884127248009978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/940884127248009978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2006/12/studio-day-2.html' title='Studio Day 2'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-4964924789665823503</id><published>2006-12-17T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:50:47.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio Day 1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our first day in the studio for our upcoming album. Right now we're just tracking out the drums, and then during the off days, Ben Began (our producer and sound engineer) is cleaning up the tracks a bit. We've finished the drums for 5 of the songs, and next Saturday, we're doing the final 4. I guess that lets you know that we're doing 9 songs for this go-around. And another tidbit is that the album will be called "Whiteout". But I shouldn't even be talking about this - it's nowhere near ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to bring a video camera into the studio with us, to document the process, which we're not sure was a good idea yet. Hopefully, we'll be able to put something interesting together to post on our website, or YouTube, or something. And I'll bring in a digital camera to take some stills to post here if I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday I learned that Tom sits high up on his drumming stool when he plays. That's neat. I wonder if I have any tendencies like that. I'll let you know if I find any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-4964924789665823503?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/4964924789665823503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=4964924789665823503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/4964924789665823503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/4964924789665823503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2006/12/studio-day-1.html' title='Studio Day 1'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-8277680109526360485</id><published>2006-12-07T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:44:49.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Budweiser Chach Seat</title><content type='html'>Has there ever been a lamer interview gimmick than the Budweiser Hot Seat on Sportscenter? I remember when they first started doing it, they actually asked difficult questions, and tried to "grill" the person on the hot seat, but they quickly learned that they normally just refused to answer the questions and got kind of pissed. So now the whole thing has basically been reduced to a normal interview, with really intense music in the background. And flames around the person being interviewed. It's what it would look like if Satan decided he wanted to work for ESPN. The effect is really anti-climactic. Like something exciting might happen... just wait for it... wait for it... and then it never happens. I'd like to see this applied to other things, like the State of the Union address. How great would it be to see George W sitting behind the Oval Office desk, with computer generated flames on either side of him, with really dramatic drum music in the background? "My fellow Americans, this is the BestBuy.com Hot State of the Union Address..." Tell me you wouldn't watch that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-8277680109526360485?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/8277680109526360485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=8277680109526360485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/8277680109526360485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/8277680109526360485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2006/12/budweiser-chach-seat.html' title='The Budweiser Chach Seat'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-8802760806257327253</id><published>2006-11-28T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:13:32.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby talk</title><content type='html'>apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; reached the stage in life where everyone is having babies. i wasn't really informed that i had passed the stage where everyone is getting married, probably because i just got married, and i still have a few weddings on my schedule (namely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jason's&lt;/span&gt;). as fun is it is to get emails from friends, telling us about their baby/pregnant/ultrasound status, lines like this always make me uncomfortable: "We were able to find out the sex." it sounds like a foreign person describing their wedding night. can we bring the word "gender" back into the rotation please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studio prep is going great. we're all on the same page, and we're making some really good progress. we're being like 100% more deliberate about our writing, and our lyrics, and just everything for this record than we were for the last one. i just feel like our sound is so SOLID. also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing the cover art this time, and i think it looks pretty. you'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-8802760806257327253?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/8802760806257327253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=8802760806257327253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/8802760806257327253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/8802760806257327253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2006/11/baby-talk.html' title='baby talk'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-116239747203192915</id><published>2006-11-01T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:18:55.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>release date tbd</title><content type='html'>well, in terms of live shows, we'll be disappearing from the public eye, much like the Tigers after their inexplicable collapse against the world champion with the least wins in history. (on a side note, someone should tell the pitchers that the ball boys in foul territory aren't on the team, and can't field the ball, so they shouldn't throw the ball to them). anyway, we're plugging away at new material right now, and we're going into the studio starting on dec 17th. technically, that's next month. holy crap. if you've seen our live show recently, you'll know a few of the new tunes. overall, we're really excited about this whole project, because we're spending twice as much studio time on each song, and we're doing more production. so we all have our work cut out for us. don't worry, i'll give frequent and outrageous updates whilst we studio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-116239747203192915?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/116239747203192915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=116239747203192915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/116239747203192915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/116239747203192915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2006/11/release-date-tbd.html' title='release date tbd'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-116088561122874885</id><published>2006-10-15T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:13:31.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why jim leyland is the best manager in baseball</title><content type='html'>i mean, besides the fact that he managed the tigers to the world series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRO2ZGSVa4M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRO2ZGSVa4M &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-116088561122874885?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/116088561122874885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=116088561122874885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/116088561122874885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/116088561122874885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2006/10/why-jim-leyland-is-best-manager-in.html' title='why jim leyland is the best manager in baseball'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-116075336575404078</id><published>2006-10-13T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:29:25.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Pig, indeed</title><content type='html'>well, we pulled off maybe our best show ever last night, despite me breaking a string (on my electric! that NEVER happens!) during Simple, which was song 2 of 6. luckily, i brought my old Strat, and rocked out on old blue for the rest of the night. i haven't played that guitar in years. anyway, that will most likely be our last show until after we go into the studio, which means not till probably march 07. keep checking back here though, because we plan to do some fun stuff when we're in the studio and post stuff on the website. also, jason and i decided some of our conversations are too funny to be read by only us, so i'm going to start posting conversations we've had over email or myspace or whatever that made me chuckle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=32094536&amp;amp;MyToken=e57e2297-6a72-40ff-b62f-c428da7efae8"&gt;Note to Self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Oct 5, 2006 10:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, me too. let's quit the band and never see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=38996320&amp;amp;MyToken=9dbd33fb-7c23-458f-8d18-49a2fb5e6906"&gt;IM ENGAGED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Oct 5, 2006 10:31 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=32094536&amp;amp;MyToken=f115a989-c519-4ccc-bf88-f4c5efc411ea"&gt;Note to Self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Oct 5, 2006 2:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the cd was really the birth of Note to Self. the college years were like the dating period, complete with a breakup. and then the writing of the new material was like the marriage, with the time in the studio being the consumation of the marriage. and finally, we gave birth to a bouncing baby band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, forget i ever wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message -----------------&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=38996320&amp;amp;MyToken=37680dcd-479e-4f28-ad9f-4c4c13f5f601"&gt;IM ENGAGED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Oct 5, 2006 9:33 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should create a birthday for "note to self" - hmm... when was note to self born? I guess I would say when the first CD was released. Before that was all just conception &amp;amp; development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-116075336575404078?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/116075336575404078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=116075336575404078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/116075336575404078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/116075336575404078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2006/10/blind-pig-indeed.html' title='Blind Pig, indeed'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17548227.post-116068514839043725</id><published>2006-10-12T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:32:28.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>restored roar</title><content type='html'>so i don't even know what to say about the Tigers right now. watching Joel Zumaya against the Yankees in Game 2 of the ALDS... i just can't even remember a time that i was just so confident that there was no chance an opponent would be able to even touch a Detroit pitcher. they still have some work to attend to, but things are looking good for them to go to the World Series. the World Series! and if you don't think that my last post was a brilliant ploy of jinx-reverse-psychology, then you're kidding yourself. of course, Sean Casey and Zumaya are both hurt, so maybe i'm posting this a bit early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, have you been watching Lost? dear Lord, i don't know what to think about in that realm of my life either. how come no one even mentions the "security system" anymore? did Michael and Walt really make it back to the real world? how come Jin can understand and speak that much English after being there for only 2.5 months? ugh. i hope they just wrap the whole thing up and explain everything and make it a hit-you-in-the-face-flash-in-the-pan event. alas, the reality of network television will take over and they'll drag it on as long as they can so the green keeps flowing in. i'm nervous, because they're coming dangerously close to going down the road to &lt;a href="http://www.jumptheshark.com/"&gt;jumping the shark&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, we're playing a show at the blind pig tonight with down the line. and it's SNOWING. i'm not sure what that means, but hopefully people will seek warmth and shelter at the blind pig. and buy cds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17548227-116068514839043725?l=www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/116068514839043725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17548227&amp;postID=116068514839043725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/116068514839043725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17548227/posts/default/116068514839043725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thekidscallitnotetoself.com/2006/10/restored-roar.html' title='restored roar'/><author><name>ben</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02805713195796084944'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>