<?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-7589523561433155081</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:42:46.153-05:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='firefox url encoding sso'/><category term='forecast camping chance of rain meteorology'/><category term='mom cancer update'/><category term='wife'/><category term='insomnia productive dog sitting'/><category term='wife exploring maps guys right'/><category term='cancer mom hospital sleep'/><category term='busy computer price'/><category term='GTD Life Balance'/><category term='mom cancer'/><title type='text'>Similating Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a student of all creation -- but notably you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-5953749233326491992</id><published>2012-01-29T15:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T15:42:46.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Chuck</title><content type='html'>My wife and I watched the final episodes of Chuck Friday night; afterwards I searched the internet for reactions and explanations on why I shouldn't be horribly disappointed.  I was certainly happy that everyone other than the main characters were getting shots at their dreams, and I was pleased that Chuck was showing his devotion to Sarah and that Sarah was willing to try to fall in love with Chuck again.  I applauded the choices to take Chuck and Sarah back to when Chuck had the Intersect and to see the same locations of previously memorable scenes.  Why did the authors feel compelled to throw away 5 years of the relationship built between Chuck and Sarah?  I even &lt;a href="http://www.hitfix.com/blogs/whats-alan-watching/posts/interview-chuck-co-creator-chris-fedak-on-the-series-finale" target="blank"&gt;read in an interview with Chris Fedak&lt;/a&gt; that this was a happy ending. After thinking long and hard, I wonder if this is a byproduct of America thinking the early part of a relationship is the best part.  I can certainly empathize; the first years of meeting my wife, falling in love together, and starting our future were amazingly fantastic.  But I wouldn't want to go back and relive that time -- to trade in the rich relationship we have now and to give up our years of shared experiences.  I think Chuck did the right thing -- sticking by his wife and working to make her fall in love again.  However, like Chuck and some of the fans, I certainly grieved the death of the relationship that was and the picket fence/children life that was to be.  It was their relationship that I had enjoyed most about the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-5953749233326491992?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/5953749233326491992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=5953749233326491992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/5953749233326491992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/5953749233326491992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-chuck.html' title='Goodbye Chuck'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-5426425038518555724</id><published>2011-12-17T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:04:46.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial for mom</title><content type='html'>I used Google pages to put up a &lt;a href="http://vabw.mywilliamshome.com/" target="_blank"&gt;memorial site for my mom.&lt;/a&gt;  I miss hearing her voice, but am glad she's in her savior's arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-5426425038518555724?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/5426425038518555724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=5426425038518555724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/5426425038518555724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/5426425038518555724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2011/12/memorial-for-mom.html' title='Memorial for mom'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-550757528534764527</id><published>2011-12-16T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:49:38.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it</title><content type='html'>Last thanksgiving weekend I was out with my wife picking up my in-laws pizza dinner.  While waiting for the pizza to come out of the oven I was opening the door for people going in and out – I have had people do the same for me many times when picking up pizza for my family.  Most people were thankful, but one young man insulted me (somewhat unintelligibly) as he left (stormed out).  My motivation wasn't gratitude so I wasn't angry or hurt -- just puzzled.  A gift must be received in order to be given -- what made this man so distrustful to not accept my help?  Was it pride?  I am definitely out of touch with certain segments of our society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-550757528534764527?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/550757528534764527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=550757528534764527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/550757528534764527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/550757528534764527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-2950301877488359202</id><published>2011-04-29T22:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:18:41.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>Virginia Anne (nee Bruce) Williams passed away from melanoma on April 23, 2011.  After 43 years of marriage, Gini leaves husband John, son Doug (Liz), grandchildren Jacob, Bethany, Elijah, Trinity, Charity, and Selah (Cincinnati), daughter Elizabeth (Laramie, WY), brother Robert (Lin) and his children and grandchildren, and sister Margaret.  Gini grew up in Laramie, graduating from the University of WY in 1967.  John and Gini settled happily in Cincinnati in 1979, with yearly summer trips back to her beloved SE WY mountains.  She was an active volunteer in her children?s schools and served ably in her church in many roles, including deacon, elder, handbells, choir, and financial secretary.  She touched lives wherever she went and will be missed by all.  Memorials may be made to Northminster Presbyterian Church, 703 Compton Rd, Cincinnati, or to the UW Bruce Scholarship in Psychology.  A celebration of her life will be held at Northminster on June 4 at 10 am and a graveside service in Laramie on July 16.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-2950301877488359202?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/2950301877488359202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=2950301877488359202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/2950301877488359202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/2950301877488359202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2011/04/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-294866207305695273</id><published>2010-04-27T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:49:41.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefox url encoding sso'/><title type='text'>Firefox and Encoded URLs</title><content type='html'>Firefox seems to automatically decode URLs.  Not a bad thing, but it's important to know!  Developers encode URLs to pass data between internet applications through URLs because not all data passes well (an easy example is the Carriage Return character).  I was working on a single sign-on web application by copying and pasting generated data into a second application; however, I failed to realize the errors in the second application came from Firefox decoding my safely encoded data.  I actually switched to IE in order to get the proper values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-294866207305695273?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/294866207305695273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=294866207305695273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/294866207305695273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/294866207305695273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2010/04/firefox-and-encoded-urls.html' title='Firefox and Encoded URLs'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-3528302177595476100</id><published>2009-09-04T23:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:50:37.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife exploring maps guys right'/><title type='text'>My wife zings me, and for once I laugh last</title><content type='html'>There are some key ways that I fit the stereotypes about guys to a T, and one of them is reading maps and asking for directions.  If I don't know an area I almost always arm myself with a google map, but this time I was taking my family only about 15 minutes away -- and why waste a sheet of paper for such a short trip?  And if the trip takes longer than expected -- so much the better because I love to drive new places and find new routes in the car.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wife, who doesn't share my love of exploring, is a model of sainthood on these expeditions --but I know she suffers.  So recently when she came up with one of the all time great zingers, I could do nothing but practically laugh myself off the road into a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned, we're on a short 15 minute drive to my friend's house.  I glance at the google map, but don't print it because I think I know right where this is and how to get to it.  I do jot down a few street names in my GTD moleskin notebook, and give the list to my wife.  We get to our first major turn, and I take it.  My wife immediately points out that the name in my notebook does not match the street sign.  I say (of course), "I'm pretty sure this is the street though.  Let's check the next street sign. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drive a little ways, and of course the next sign matches the first one -- but I drive on having a hard time digesting this turn of events.  Immediately my wife says, "Quick honey, call the county because someone has put up the wrong street signs.  Someone must be told!"  After laughing myself to tears for several minutes, I tell her we're going to take the next planned turn and double check that the street sign doesn't match.  She accepts this arrogance in quiet amazement as I try to talk her through that this really is the only possiblity of the route as we know the other streets around there reasonably well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we take the turn and look at the street sign -- and it Matches what was on the list!   That never happens to me -- usually when I insist on the stupid choice I immediately pay for it in some wonderfully humiliating way.  But this time ... I was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting that aside, the zinger has come up countless times and provided tons of laughs -- another credit to my lovely wife.  But, she now has to put up with another couple of years of new routes as I remind her about the last time I knew the route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-3528302177595476100?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/3528302177595476100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=3528302177595476100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/3528302177595476100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/3528302177595476100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-wife-zings-me-and-for-once-i-laugh.html' title='My wife zings me, and for once I laugh last'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-8780419047156014870</id><published>2009-07-11T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:08:47.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy computer price'/><title type='text'>What I've been Doing -- Thing One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/SlleYSqx5qI/AAAAAAAAADI/dF_ZJgg8tSs/s1600-h/acer_frombb_sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/SlleYSqx5qI/AAAAAAAAADI/dF_ZJgg8tSs/s200/acer_frombb_sc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357417003155056290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that has kept me busy is my recent acquisition of a new computer.  I used to buy a new computer every 5 years to semi-keep up with the gaming curve.  I'd usually spend a couple of thousand dollars on it, and it would be very good but not the best.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of months ago at work, one of my excellent co-workers mentioned he bought &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=9173262&amp;amp;type=product&amp;amp;id=1218044029168"&gt;an amazing gaming laptop&lt;/a&gt; from Best Buy (pictured at left) for $800.  I checked it out, and was immediately jealous.  After thinking about it for a while, I decided I couldn't really afford a new computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step forward another month, and my dad decided to take the plunge and purchase a computer to use for work and for gaming at home.  I did a lot of research on price points, and ended up recommending a &lt;a href="http://www.gateway.com/systems/product/529668231.php"&gt;Gateway 7805u&lt;/a&gt; from Best Buy.  Dual Core, 1066MHz FSB with 4 Gigs DDR3, and a Tier One video card for $1200.  That is crazy good.  Only negative was the screen, which was 1440x900 -- but what a price.  Of course, he had to go through the University so couldn't get that laptop, but that's a different story ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was researching the laptop for him, and told him -- it will be around for a while if you change your mind.  The next day, I visited a Best Buy and learned the model had just been discontinued.  A few weeks later I was at a store that had one left, and it was deeply discounted.  I finally gave in to temptation -- and was especially pleased to learn it was one of the early 7805 which had a full 1900x1200 screen.  It's taken me a couple of weeks to set it up and get used to Vista, but it is finally performing well -- incredibly well.  I still can't believe the price I paid for this thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, my dad ordered a roughly equivalent laptop, and only paid 350% what I paid.  Them are the rules ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-8780419047156014870?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/8780419047156014870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=8780419047156014870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/8780419047156014870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/8780419047156014870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-ive-been-doing-thing-one.html' title='What I&apos;ve been Doing -- Thing One'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/SlleYSqx5qI/AAAAAAAAADI/dF_ZJgg8tSs/s72-c/acer_frombb_sc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-1354955729245507186</id><published>2009-07-07T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:16:09.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom cancer update'/><title type='text'>Update on Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Hard to believe it's been over a month since I posted -- lots and lots going on.   I've been using GTD to get my life organized, so I have lots of blog topics.  I thought I would hit the most important one tonight -- mom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;As I mentioned, she came through her first chemo treatment really well.   The second one hit her like a freight train.  She came home from the hospital dehydrated, and it turns out very anemic.  She also is getting blood clots from her pic lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Now that the doctor is aware he is of course working on treating the symptoms.  She just finished her third round of treatment -- actually was in the hospital over the fourth of July -- so let's see how she bounces back.  If she bounces back really well, the doctor may let her go to Wyoming.  I think it is one of the things keeping her hopes up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-1354955729245507186?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/1354955729245507186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=1354955729245507186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/1354955729245507186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/1354955729245507186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-on-mom.html' title='Update on Mom'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-2766044585428995052</id><published>2009-05-22T01:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:26:56.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer mom hospital sleep'/><title type='text'>Update on Mom</title><content type='html'>Speaking of insomnia, why don't hospitals let patients sleep?  My mom's chemo keeps her in for 5 days at a time, and she gets maybe 4 hours of unbroken sleep a night.  Sleep is so important for keeping a body healthy and strong -- why is that?  She was told "Hospitals are for treating the sick not for getting sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than being exhausted, she is in good spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-2766044585428995052?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/2766044585428995052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=2766044585428995052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/2766044585428995052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/2766044585428995052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-mom.html' title='Update on Mom'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-3928092008196376655</id><published>2009-05-22T00:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:50:25.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia productive dog sitting'/><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>For some reason &lt;del&gt;I have&lt;/del&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insomnia"&gt;insomnia&lt;/a&gt;.  Scratch that, it's not persistent.  In any case, my sleep patterns are off this week from dog sitting -- he and I were on different sleep schedules so I kept him up and then he kept me up.  Earlier in the week I got through my to-do list, which felt great.  Now, I've got a couple of posts on my mind, and I work some more on a computing project that I work on.  Eventually, I'll be tired enough to head back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-3928092008196376655?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/3928092008196376655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=3928092008196376655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/3928092008196376655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/3928092008196376655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2009/05/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-8479782087146140609</id><published>2009-05-20T03:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:14:49.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GTD Life Balance'/><title type='text'>Life Balance</title><content type='html'>One of the things I've learned about myself is my lack of life balance.  Due to having many responsibilities, my lack of life balance forces me to play catch-up in the areas I have been neglecting.  Having recently been forced into a career change has presented me with the opportunity to try to re-balance my priorities, and I'm working on re-implementing &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidco.com/"&gt;GTD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my life.  Yesterday I finally have all of my open loops collected into &lt;a href="http://www.trgtd.com.au/"&gt;my system&lt;/a&gt; -- now I have to organize my projects, decide which ones are currently active, and start creating next actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my projects is figuring out how to balance my life better – I’ll post more as I read about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-8479782087146140609?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/8479782087146140609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=8479782087146140609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/8479782087146140609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/8479782087146140609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-balance.html' title='Life Balance'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-8844591994670831085</id><published>2009-05-18T16:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:20:22.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom cancer'/><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>I took my mom to the &lt;a href="http://www.thechristhospital.com/"&gt;hospital&lt;/a&gt; today to start her treatment for &lt;a href="http://www.melanoma.com/"&gt;melanoma&lt;/a&gt;.  There is no cancer in her skin, they did not catch it early, and it has spread -- that's the bad news.  The good news is her immune system is actively fighting, and she has a great doctor.  I wish I could do more, but all I can do is pray and help however I'm needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take today for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-8844591994670831085?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/8844591994670831085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=8844591994670831085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/8844591994670831085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/8844591994670831085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2009/05/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-1800441131892809022</id><published>2009-05-14T07:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:21:44.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forecast camping chance of rain meteorology'/><title type='text'>What does Chance of Rain mean?</title><content type='html'>I'm contemplating camping this weekend, and with 3 of my children at 3 years and younger I'm a little concerned about the forecast of 60% of rain for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered what Chance of Rain means.  Does it mean there will be that much rain over the entire area over the course of a day?  Or Chance for any given moment of a day there will be rain in one area?  Or chance that rain will develop over all or part of the viewing area?  I've always wondered at a time when I'm away from the computer -- but today I'll check Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://blogs.wsj.com/numbersguy/deciphering-a-20-chance-of-rain-470/"&gt;Carl Bialik's blog&lt;/a&gt;, it looks like different meteorologists define chance of precipitation differently.  Some give the worst case scenario, but all use the term inconsistently.  At least I've been confused for a reason.  &lt;a href="http://nicksab.blogspot.com/2006/07/50-chance-of-rain.html"&gt;For What It's Worth&lt;/a&gt; paraphrases &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weather For Dummies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I can't conclude anything.  However, I've decided what I really care about for camping is expected duration of rain for the area -- a storm or two is fine, but a day cooped up in a tent with my one and a half year old would wear on both our nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-1800441131892809022?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/1800441131892809022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=1800441131892809022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/1800441131892809022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/1800441131892809022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-does-chance-of-rain-mean.html' title='What does Chance of Rain mean?'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589523561433155081.post-1671259832951720333</id><published>2008-07-12T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:53:25.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Honey-Dos</title><content type='html'>My wife is one of those brilliant people that have generally amazing ideas for improving things -- but we are on opposite pages when it comes to implementing the vision.  I'm usually trying to decide what we're actually changing, if the project is worth doing, and how to implement the possible changes.  Meanwhile, my wife has purchased the paint, the wood, decorations, and torn down existing structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the projects almost always turn out brilliantly (with a few tweaks from me once I catch up) -- but there is often some pain in getting us on the same page.  My ponderings for the day -- how to facilitate future projects with my wife and in other projects I work on with co-workers and friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589523561433155081-1671259832951720333?l=similate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/feeds/1671259832951720333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589523561433155081&amp;postID=1671259832951720333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/1671259832951720333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589523561433155081/posts/default/1671259832951720333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://similate.blogspot.com/2008/07/honey-dos.html' title='Honey-Dos'/><author><name>similate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071251169531800655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysP3m2qApdE/ShHDrT3fZHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yOrVQRn6P3k/S220/150px-TheTick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
