<?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-8615285</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:55:37.920-07:00</updated><category term='Outsourcing'/><title type='text'>Small Print Studio</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my general diary of thoughts, art, and words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-3757318945263083956</id><published>2007-02-02T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:19:06.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outsourcing'/><title type='text'>Do you actuall read this...do I really keep it updated.</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy this year.   It has has almost been a year since I updated.  I am going to attempt to share my experiences of outsoucing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-3757318945263083956?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/3757318945263083956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=3757318945263083956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/3757318945263083956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/3757318945263083956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-actuall-read-thisdo-i-really.html' title='Do you actuall read this...do I really keep it updated.'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-114315788516356343</id><published>2006-03-23T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:51:25.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized ....</title><content type='html'>I had not posted anything on here since novemeber.  I have like 3 drafts of diffent things I have written but are not done.  So I hope to soon post more.  Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-114315788516356343?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/114315788516356343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=114315788516356343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/114315788516356343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/114315788516356343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-realized.html' title='I just realized ....'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-113184830988553132</id><published>2005-11-12T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:18:29.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random links of great fun</title><content type='html'>1. Trever making a big splash with his &lt;a href="http://www.trevorvanmeter.com/flyguy/flyGuy.swf"&gt;flyguy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For the music lover in us all the the fluid sounds of japanese &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/drum.php"&gt;drumming&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is a sad Suess spoof, &lt;a href="http://www.seuss.org/seuss/seuss.sttng.html"&gt;star trek&lt;/a&gt; read if you dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Albert I bet just read and enjoy. &lt;a href="http://rescomp.stanford.edu/~cheshire/EinsteinQuotes.html"&gt;Quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I always find java games are the most addicting games to play. Just ask &lt;a href="http://www.fetchfido.co.uk/games/eskiv/eskiv.htm"&gt;fido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Muppets, Oh my &lt;a href="http://muppets.go.com/games/muppets-flyinggonzo.html"&gt;Gonzo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't laugh it is way to &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/"&gt;meen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Everyone want a &lt;a href="http://www.jacksonpollock.org/"&gt;Pollack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This seems like a good number to stop with may I should &lt;a href="http://faculty.washington.edu/chudler/tenper.html"&gt;think&lt;/a&gt; about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-113184830988553132?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/113184830988553132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=113184830988553132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/113184830988553132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/113184830988553132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-links-of-great-fun.html' title='Random links of great fun'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-113181799272401056</id><published>2005-11-12T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:43:42.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnies are so funny</title><content type='html'>I laughed my ass off.  So now I am officially no longer a geek I totally did not know how to add a link to a website.  &lt;a href="http://people.freenet.de/schnubelken/bunnys/"&gt;Bunnies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-113181799272401056?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/113181799272401056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=113181799272401056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/113181799272401056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/113181799272401056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/11/bunnies-are-so-funny.html' title='Bunnies are so funny'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-113000136447670513</id><published>2005-10-22T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:45:00.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good clean funn!!!!!!#$%@</title><content type='html'>anyone want some &lt;a href="http://www.imagesbystiles.com/video/teacups200k.wma"&gt;tea&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-113000136447670513?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/113000136447670513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=113000136447670513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/113000136447670513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/113000136447670513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-clean-funn.html' title='good clean funn!!!!!!#$%@'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-113000129500610280</id><published>2005-10-22T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T10:14:55.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drivers in Utah and other misc. stuff</title><content type='html'>I just must say Drivers in Utah are insane they must have some sort of injustice complex in their head.  I am driving down I15 and by the way every 10 miles there is 10 miles of construction where the traffic is funnelled into a single lane.   So you are forced from everyone going 90 miles an hour and tailing until switch lanes for them to 2 miles an hour.  In one such incident we were driving in the right hand lane and traffic was backing up in the left lane bcause that was the lane everyone was having to merge into.  I continued in the right lane until... some freak of a Utah driver in his multi purpose vehicle pulls half way in my lane to cause me and any other traffic to come to a stop.  Sure maybe he wants to stop the injustice of having to wait in line while others pass him, but he could have killed someone.  So I start to pulll around him and he pulls out in front of me again, but instead of letting me by he continues to pull further over.  Finally we have to merge and he will not let me in I finnally have to push into the lane infront of this van full of elder folk.  This type of traffic continues until we cross over into Arizona.  Wow Arizona what a kick ass entrance into any State.  We drove thru the most beautiful canyon I have ever seen it was massive and breath taking and made me feel tiny and insignificant.  The thought of before the flood all of this was hidden it was a masterpiece that had been uncovered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l8tr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-113000129500610280?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/113000129500610280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=113000129500610280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/113000129500610280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/113000129500610280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/10/drivers-in-utah-and-other-misc-stuff.html' title='drivers in Utah and other misc. stuff'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112982696198617831</id><published>2005-10-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:49:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Miss Crazy</title><content type='html'>...Ha I bet you thought I was going to talk about Kim and how I drove 10 out of 12 hours on the trip.  Well, I really like to drive...no it really true.  I do some of my best thinking on the road.  We are in Provo right now.  Wow, I am totally unimpressed.  It is like being in a suburb of a suburb.  The only thing of is that this is the corp office of novell they build networks and stuff, but they are on there way out.  Did I use the correct there or is it their.  Anyway on to vegas baby!  I am really looking forward to seeing Michael, Crystal, and Israel Ward.  It has been like 2 years.  So, I will give an update in Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112982696198617831?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112982696198617831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112982696198617831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112982696198617831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112982696198617831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/10/driving-miss-crazy.html' title='Driving Miss Crazy'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112973652836778153</id><published>2005-10-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:42:08.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So how did no TV work?</title><content type='html'>Well, at first it was really wierd, I did it for 3 days with no TV straight.  Then I eased back into it with the philosophy that I would watch what I want to watch, but when I want to watch it and since we have a hi-tech dvr I can do that and that has worked out great.  I actually started reading again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the day Kim and I leave fo Vacation.  We are going to provo ut and then las vegas nv and then disneyland and then stockton ca.  I have to go but I will fill you in on more details later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112973652836778153?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112973652836778153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112973652836778153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112973652836778153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112973652836778153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-how-did-no-tv-work.html' title='So how did no TV work?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112805520987303368</id><published>2005-09-29T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:40:09.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - NO TV</title><content type='html'>So after a long heated discussion with my wife last night we decided to go with out TV for a while instead of using it as an excuse for not getting things done.  KIm did some blogging and I pulled out my accoustic Guitar and restrung it and tried to remember what Michael Ward taught me.  Well, needless to say I definitaly remember little to nothing of what I learned. LOL.  I guess it really is important to practice.  It was strange not watching TV.  I did not really realize how addicted I was to it.  Like tonight is the first new episodes of smallville and alias for this season.  It was reall hard not to watch.  I think I am gooing to call Todd Fadel and see if he has an opening for guitar lessons.  Tomorrow night is Serenity I am looking forward to finally sharing the experiance kim and I had back in march with our friends tomorrow night.  As for Diabetes I am back on the bandwagon again tested last 133mg which is not to bad and is a much better start than 300mg.  next blog update NIN concert experiance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112805520987303368?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112805520987303368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112805520987303368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112805520987303368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112805520987303368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-1-no-tv.html' title='Day 1 - NO TV'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112681738144516258</id><published>2005-09-15T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:49:41.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Name For work on monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="position:relative; border:1px #320 solid; background-color:#c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:#320;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="font-size:32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bloody Jack Roberts&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="flag.gif" style="top:5px; position:relative; display:block; width:100px; background-color:#320;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="left:110px; top:-60px; width:290px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Two things complete your pirate persona: style and swagger. Maybe a little too much swagger sometimes -- but who really cares?    Arr!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate/" style="position:absolute; width:100%; left:0px; bottom:20px; color:#f8eecc;"&gt;Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112681738144516258?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112681738144516258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112681738144516258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112681738144516258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112681738144516258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/09/pirate-name-for-work-on-monday.html' title='Pirate Name For work on monday'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112625068900841752</id><published>2005-09-09T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:24:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trav's tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45317739@N00/41628675/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/41628675_9bc45e42f3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45317739@N00/41628675/"&gt;Trav's tattoo&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/45317739@N00/"&gt;The Vicks&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My first tattoo&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112625068900841752?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112625068900841752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112625068900841752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112625068900841752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112625068900841752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/09/travs-tattoo.html' title='Trav&apos;s tattoo'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112459021008010620</id><published>2005-08-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:10:10.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude Crazy stuff</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, we had to go see the doctors... wait by they way if you did not hear my wife is preggers, we had to go to the doctors because there was a possibility something may have been wrong.  She had some possible spotting so as a precation the OBGYN had us come in they took blood and then the Doc had us come back and we did an ultra-sound.  Oh my goodly wise GOD may he make the most blessed.  I got to hear the Heart beat of my child we are like 7 or 8 weeks along and that baby has a heart beat.  Just amazing mind blowing a real gigantic &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think it is just going to be me for Art house tonight, but I am just so stoked God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood sugar levels  averaging 98mg&lt;br /&gt;Just tested 100mg&lt;br /&gt;weight 259&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112459021008010620?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112459021008010620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112459021008010620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112459021008010620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112459021008010620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/08/dude-crazy-stuff.html' title='Dude Crazy stuff'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112381553664479962</id><published>2005-08-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:58:56.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So wow alot has happend.  Camp was awsome.  My glyciemic levels continued to drop and become more stable.  I swam in a 75degree lake all week and slept in my hammick and Drank a ton of water.  Last week I went from averaging 130mg on my blood suger down to averaging 108mg with a low around 85mg which just rules.  I also have lost 16lbs since I started sharing this with you all on the blog.  The newest thing is this week I was promoted to Supervisor of my dept. and at first I was not sure if it was going to be a good thing, but after some prayer God totally provided for my family.  Moving from hourly to salary can be a tricky thing, but it totally worked out.  Well how is that for an update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112381553664479962?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112381553664479962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112381553664479962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112381553664479962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112381553664479962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-again.html' title='Back again!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112132446051523944</id><published>2005-07-13T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:01:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the letter from the Dr.</title><content type='html'>So the good news first... I am on the right track. The bad news however is simply this my liver took a serious hit during the last 3 months, so no more drinking parties for me for a while and if I don't get my diet under control it is going to be drugs to keep my blood sugar under control. My hemoglobin A1C was 8.8 which is really bad. This is how bad when I found out that I had diabetes my 90 day HA1C was only 7.0 which is not good, but not that bad.  I was down to a 5 for 6 months then for like 8 months I did not see my Dr and it comes back 8.8. So it is time to kick this into overdrive to really depend on God and get the exercise program going. Right now I am listening to RAtM township rebellion the main chorus is "I stand on a silent platform, fight the war Fuck the norm." It is time fight the battle.&lt;br /&gt;God, I am tired of the messed up things that hold me down the bitterness the anguish of failure. I know you are king and creator I want nothing more than to put myself in your hands and pound a future worth living. Ignorance will no longer rein in this mind. I turn over me to you God you are so much greater than me and I can no longer deny that in any part of my being. Help me to deeper my understanding of the fear of the Lord. Give the faith to bring your healing to all mankind. Drive forward the rejoicing heart in my life. Let me think on all things that are good true and healing loving amazing works of your hands. Kill the voices inside my head of doubt and destruction and push through your dreams and visions.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112132446051523944?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112132446051523944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112132446051523944' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112132446051523944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112132446051523944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/07/got-letter-from-dr.html' title='Got the letter from the Dr.'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112084607104658705</id><published>2005-07-08T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T11:08:52.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly diabetes update</title><content type='html'>This would be considered a bad week average tests between 130 - 165mg and no weight loss, but the good news is that I am stable enough that I can start some sort of exercise program. So it is not really a bad week just a transitional week. So, I think I should start walking until I get alittle lower then start making it to the gym. This sunday I have a hike planned for after church up eagle creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS 22 more shopping days to my birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112084607104658705?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112084607104658705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112084607104658705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112084607104658705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112084607104658705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekly-diabetes-update.html' title='Weekly diabetes update'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112024599466522977</id><published>2005-07-01T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:26:34.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July...</title><content type='html'>29 more shopping days to my 32 birthday just thought everyone should know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112024599466522977?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112024599466522977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112024599466522977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112024599466522977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112024599466522977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/07/july.html' title='July...'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-112015954580328043</id><published>2005-06-30T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:25:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabetes-update</title><content type='html'>Blood sugar testing out 138-108mg which is alot better and my weight is 263lbs.  So I are getting there.  Last night my brother and sister-in-law and their new kid came over and had lasagna.   Since I cannot have pasta until I get to my target weight, I decided to create a lasagna with out noddles.  I took about 5 eggs and thined them with some half and half and cooked a thin flat egg and then cut it in the shape of long flat noodles it was pretty good, but it was not the same.  I need to find out how to make pasta so I can make some pasta maybe out of soy or flax or even splet.  Well, anyway back to work.  Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-112015954580328043?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/112015954580328043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=112015954580328043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112015954580328043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/112015954580328043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/diabetes-update.html' title='Diabetes-update'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111998862757734320</id><published>2005-06-28T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:57:07.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a hike!</title><content type='html'>Sunday 3rd of July we can meet at a location later determined.  My email is travis@transedge.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111998862757734320?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111998862757734320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111998862757734320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111998862757734320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111998862757734320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/take-hike.html' title='Take a hike!'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111947582523684769</id><published>2005-06-22T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:30:25.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabetes-not as fun as you think?</title><content type='html'>So as I have said before I am a type 2 non insulin dependent Diabetic. Good news I am starting to get it under control again. So far I have lost 5lbs of 90lbs I need to loose and my blood sugar is now between 165-190 mg rather than 230 - 300 mg that I was experiencing a week before. My first goal is to get down under 250 lbs in the next 2 months about 7 lbs a month I know this is ambitious but it is necessary to get weight down to manage the disease better. So I am at least on the right track and I have my 6 month check up on July first.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to give a weekly update on this and hopefully in the next few weeks I will try to get some art work up here in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was funny kinda sophomoric :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misternicehands.com/"&gt;http://www.misternicehands.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111947582523684769?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111947582523684769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111947582523684769' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111947582523684769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111947582523684769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/diabetes-not-as-fun-as-you-think.html' title='Diabetes-not as fun as you think?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111911546187431360</id><published>2005-06-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T10:24:21.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly - Serenity (not about the movie)</title><content type='html'>This morning I watched a little TV show called Firefly I think just about everyone who reads this blog already knows about this amazing series.  I watched Ojects in space the final episode of the series before it was cancelled so sadly by Fox.  I really want people to see this show.  It was the first time space had no sound and the first other than in Japanese anime that I have actual experianced a Scifi show that had no aliens.  It is completely incredible.  If I had the money I would buy this series for everyone, and the cool thing is I know that everyone would like it.  I know this because everyone I have shown this to has fallin in love with the 14 episodes and no one can figure out why it was cancelled.  The good news is that this series in some amazing twist of fate and fan desire has become a movie called &lt;a href="http://browncoats.serenitymovie.com/serenity/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  So, if you are reading this blog for the first time and you want to know more go to the link.  Have a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111911546187431360?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111911546187431360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111911546187431360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111911546187431360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111911546187431360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/firefly-serenity-not-about-movie.html' title='Firefly - Serenity (not about the movie)'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111904031444892372</id><published>2005-06-17T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:04:46.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops I did it again</title><content type='html'>Here I am again.  I just figured this out. I am actually not bad at time management Just at implementation. I think it is because I set up ambitious schedules for myself and then spread myself far to thin to get everything done I want to get done. So the end result is a brain numbing lull that I fill with TV and movies. Not that those things are bad, but I think it is time to re-evaluate them and the importance to my life. This segues me to think more about other things not just TV, but my beliefs as well. Not my faith so to speak, but my beliefs. Such as what have I ingrained in my head as truth that is merely conjecture, for example if something good happens that something bad must be right behind it; I am overweight so I can not get healthy; or the only to get smart or learn is to go to school. So, I think it is time to start tearing down the mythos of my self beliefs. I am still trying to figure that out how to do it, but I think it will take some introspection and a lot of prayer and a little implementation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111904031444892372?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111904031444892372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111904031444892372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111904031444892372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111904031444892372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I did it again'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111885674972280843</id><published>2005-06-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:32:29.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this will be daily...some new websites...Sorry I cannot help myself</title><content type='html'>What is truly sad is that I am addicted to stumbling on these websites.  If you don't have mozilla I don't know what to tell you Stumble is this cool plugin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Trav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funny2.com/index.htm"&gt;http://funny2.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clublaugh.com/es-items/712.swf"&gt;http://www.clublaugh.com/es-items/712.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.molvania.com/video_medium_2.html"&gt;http://www.molvania.com/video_medium_2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xenohistorian.faithweb.com/europe/eu05.html#Arthur"&gt;http://xenohistorian.faithweb.com/europe/eu05.html#Arthur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.micro.magnet.fsu.edu/primer/java/scienceopticsu/powersof10/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;http://www.micro.magnet.fsu.edu/primer/java/scienceopticsu/powersof10/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madnesstemple.com/dodgethedot/"&gt;http://www.madnesstemple.com/dodgethedot/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://typeworkshop.com/index.php?id1=type-basics&amp;id2=&amp;amp;id3=&amp;id4=&amp;amp;id5=&amp;idpic=02"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://typeworkshop.com/index.php?id1=type-basics&amp;amp;id2=&amp;id3=&amp;amp;id4=&amp;id5=&amp;amp;idpic=02&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetechdomain.com/?p=27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;http://thetechdomain.com/?p=27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eyesondesign.net/pshop/tuts.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;http://www.eyesondesign.net/pshop/tuts.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just darn Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gethappy.com/watchmore.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;http://www.gethappy.com/watchmore.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111885674972280843?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111885674972280843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111885674972280843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111885674972280843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111885674972280843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/maybe-this-will-be-dailysome-new.html' title='Maybe this will be daily...some new websites...Sorry I cannot help myself'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111878707855611715</id><published>2005-06-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:11:18.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly web sights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Funny&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iparklikeanidiot.com/"&gt;http://iparklikeanidiot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interesting&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howstuffworks.com/"&gt;http://www.howstuffworks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How too&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.eyesondesign.net/pshop/tuts.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;http://www.eyesondesign.net/pshop/tuts.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111878707855611715?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111878707855611715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111878707855611715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111878707855611715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111878707855611715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekly-web-sights.html' title='weekly web sights'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111877668830968280</id><published>2005-06-14T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:18:08.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I find this site so therapeutic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nonstop.lv/files/bubblewrap.swf"&gt;http://www.nonstop.lv/files/bubblewrap.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111877668830968280?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111877668830968280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111877668830968280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111877668830968280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111877668830968280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-find-this-site-so-therapeutic.html' title='I find this site so therapeutic'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111868620747259896</id><published>2005-06-13T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:21:12.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negativity - The heart of my depression</title><content type='html'>So, having diabetes is a drag especially when you don't take care of yourself. What can I say? I have a desease and when I do not monitor myslf it gets out of control. Well, what is bugging me right now is my lack of control of it. I am pretty good at sticking to avoiding sugar, unless it is candy sweet/sour candies mmmm...makesmymouthwaterjustthinkingaboutthem.  But there is my point.  No self control.  So what does this have to do with negitivity?  Well, I am finding that the more sugary things I eat the more negative I get.  So this Blog today is brought to you by the randomness that is the drop of my blood sugar may it fall from the heights to to the depths to level off at normal.  I am barely thinking straight anyway.  I think who and therfore I am an owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111868620747259896?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111868620747259896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111868620747259896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111868620747259896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111868620747259896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/negativity-heart-of-my-depression.html' title='Negativity - The heart of my depression'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111817887279934916</id><published>2005-06-07T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:14:32.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All your base are belong to us</title><content type='html'>This is fun.  The history here is an adopted by the geek from a mistranslated Super NES Game.  Watch geek with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planettribes.com/allyourbase/AYB2.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.planettribes.com/allyourbase/AYB2.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111817887279934916?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111817887279934916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111817887279934916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111817887279934916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111817887279934916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-your-base-are-belong-to-us.html' title='All your base are belong to us'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111817668050218149</id><published>2005-06-07T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:38:00.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So as to not fail to update my blog this week</title><content type='html'>New Edge Networks Sold To MCI.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the big rumor when I came in this morning.  WOW talk about the crazy world of Telecom the only reason I new it was not true was that MCI was just purchased by Verizon.   Anyway the only other weirdness in my life is trying to figure out why I keep having dreams about selling my house.  Don't get me wrong I love the house we live in and it was such a blessing that God provided for us.  But I keep running into is it better to sell or get a second on the equity.  Such a boring blog today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111817668050218149?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111817668050218149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111817668050218149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111817668050218149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111817668050218149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-as-to-not-fail-to-update-my-blog.html' title='So as to not fail to update my blog this week'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111704755799294078</id><published>2005-05-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:40:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I had a dream Part Deu</title><content type='html'>...I seemed to be the last one on the stairs and as we climbed I could see other levels and other people on those levels but they were unclear and my focus bordering on fog or blurriness. The people ahead of me began moving again and when we reached the top of the stairs everyone moved to the left down a catwalk that appeared to go around the outside of this inner sanctum to the building. I did not follow everyone because right in front of me were these guilded doors. They appeared like the doors outside they were the same height but completely covered with gold. I stepped forward and pushed the door and opened into this sanctuary where inumerable amount of people with yellow and red stripes on their chests. The room appeared to be covered in gold and there appeared to be no shadows on anyone. I looked up and I see this huge dome that appears to be translucent that the light is coming from. I also notice that there is what appears to be some sort of balcony right below the dome that follows the edge of the walls. The wall everyone is facing (on my right,) has a stage as well on either side of the stage are two alcoves.  From the far alcove I begin to here chanting, then from the darkend stage a drum beat with more different instruments sounds that moves into the best sounding musical sound that I have ever heard.  Then as the climax the singer begins to sing.  It is one of the twin boys from below.  As he sings I notice that the people start singing with him that the red stripes began to change to yellow.  I looked up again and I thought I saw someone walking on the balacony above and then I woke up.  When I woke up I felt an overwelming sense of peace.  The revelations I have had from this dream are the red and yellow stripes, red equals sin and the yellow is those who are healed.  The other revelation is that no one with seemed to care about the stripes that others had they seem that they were unified in one spirit with one cause to worship and support each other.  It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111704755799294078?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111704755799294078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111704755799294078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111704755799294078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111704755799294078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-i-had-dream-part-deu.html' title='So I had a dream Part Deu'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111703289953786222</id><published>2005-05-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T07:54:59.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I had a dream repeated</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      So I had a dream        &lt;/h3&gt;                   &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been unsure where to write this down at. I like this space and it is for my thoughts and dreams are thoughts. So anyway it was like 2 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in front of a great stone cathedral with a dome top. I was at the bottom of a short staircase that was twice as wide at the bottom as at the top and large wooden doors with embossed squares and an arched top. I walk up to the door and push it open. Inside it is like a market place of medieval times. It was dimly lit up and there were waves of people walking to and fro trading but not seeming to pay for anything. I met several people and talked to them mostly about the doom and the building in conversation that seemed deep but inconsequential. What I noticed about the people was that they had a red or yellow gash of paint or color across their chest. Next I met these 2 boys twins one with a yellow and the other with red on them. I started talking to them about how to get to the dome at first they seemed apprehensive and then one of them spoke up and said that only the minister could go to the dome. I began to feel angry I want to scream out no way that is so wrong. I turned away from the boys and started walking around furiously. I began to search for a way up after a few minutes of walking around I notice a stair well built on the wall out of wood it had rickety look to it, but it seemed firm with the amount of people going up it. I followed the crowd of people and continued to ask if this was the way to the dome, but I received the same answer. I seemed to be the last one on the stairs and as we climbed I could see other levels and other people on those levels but they were unclear and my focus bordering on fog or blurriness...more to follow&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111703289953786222?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111703289953786222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111703289953786222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111703289953786222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111703289953786222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-i-had-dream-repeated.html' title='So I had a dream repeated'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111697919822005464</id><published>2005-05-24T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:40:44.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have been Dared</title><content type='html'>Not really bold questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last CD I bought was:&lt;br /&gt;Beach Boys "songs we love to love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing right now:&lt;br /&gt;The Killers... no wait Bob Watkins - Abbey Road Medley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blackeyedpeas.com/images/album_elephunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get retarded.&lt;br /&gt;I love the beats and grooves it makes wanna dance. This song is all about letting yourself go andnot worring about what others think about you just dance fool dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.com.com/mp3/images/cover/200/drf900/f924/f92424kh0af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Me&lt;br /&gt;This song moves me. Just hearing Gene's voice with the moody keys he plays reminds me of the deepest despairs that I have experienced and how desparatly I needed salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.com.com/mp3/images/cover/200/drg700/g731/g73101xbhar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak To Me&lt;br /&gt;This whole album was beautiful, but this song is my mantra when it comes wanting to hear from GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.discogs.com/R/t/291658-1088615388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song For Shelter&lt;br /&gt;I like to be moved this song inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.leconte.com/barnabas/images/als.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Aliens&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put something that I thought rocked. When I was younger I found this random band and wore out their cassettes, yes I did say cassettes. It was before I had a views on music this was just a band and music I really liked. oh yeah if anyone wants to get me a cool birtheday gift here is a link to were you can get these CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://christiandiscs.com/cgi/flat3a.cgi?Barnabas&amp;&amp;amp;last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-111697919822005464?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111697919822005464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111697919822005464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111697919822005464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111697919822005464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-i-have-been-dared.html' title='So I have been Dared'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-111220802711125318</id><published>2005-03-30T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:40:27.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I am tired.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why is everyone a problem to solve?  We accept only what  we see as acceptable.  We never look beyond our own nose.  And if we do we  revert back to the acceptable. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When did the choice of comfort over-rule the choice of  living and caring?  Why is that we only love pretty people?  Why do we praise  mediocrity of living?  How can we call ourselves Christian when we live in fear  and division?  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And so I am tired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Don’t the games of cat and mouse ever tire of politics  and war?  So begins the Declaration of my  dependence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I so declare, that I have for far to long depended on  all others for my faith and beliefs.  I so declare there is price for living  such a life that price I paid openly with a lack of substance of self, but much  more a resounding gong of all who were my friends touting all ideas and beliefs  as my own to keep the friendship alive.  As I said before I openly made my self  in the image of those who were my friends, but in that have closed myself down  barely allowing out anything remotely me.  I declare that I painted to please  others I danced to please others I have been self defecating to please others.   And what has that taught me.  If you treat yourself like crap and a fuck up  then no matter how much people love you they will treat you like crap.  It is  all games. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I am so TIRED.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Of the self defecation that I put myself through,  writing.  I mean what the fuck no matter what I do or what I know none of it  really truly matters.  It is meaningless whether I throw my wife a party for her  birthday or if I get up in the morning or if I have money or friends or even  family.  This is finally true there is no deeper meaning to this life than what  we already know.  Life is utterly fruitless, totally and absolutely mundane.  I  can not take it anymore and yet I cannot change it.  It is not my job that  sucks, it is not anything exterior.  It is not death, it is not life it is not  whether the sun rises or if my DSL circuit is working, it is not whether Al Gore  should have one or if Valtrex will stop outbreaks of genital herpes.  None of  these things matter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So what does matter?  Does sin, does freedom, does  religion, does politics, or any other things we make walls in our lives to keep  people apart and segregated into their little groups and factions?  Does it  matter how you pray or if you have an understanding of the indwelling of the  Holy Spirit?  You know what I say FUCK NO!  We are not those who want to live  our lives divided always living by our own rules.  If you believe there is a  click look at yourself and examine your relationships and your interactions and  your choices.  It is time to stop pointing fingers.  I have spent to much of my  life trying to please everyone.  I know I do it.  I know it is natural to be  drawn to like minded people Human nature some might say.  Nothing wrong with  Human nature we are only human.  That, my friends is the crap, false, half truth  that is taking our lives away from us on a daily basis.  I am not saying not to  be human I am just saying that we have some much more.  Jesus showed us that we  could be so much more.  He walked the Earth and he went only after the pompous  and the piteous, those who covered the truth with rules and those who tried to  exploit the poor by making a mockery of the temple with there money changing and  animal scalping.   But even more important than that he built a community of  people who had only one thing in common which was being Jews.  Then after his  death and resurrection his followers did the same thing all the way to us  unifying people with only one common bond Jesus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Now I am kinda sleepy, but not so much  tired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I really only want to declare to everyone this no matter  what has transpired no matter the gap between us I will never stop loving you  all.  I will always keep hope alive for deeper and stronger friendships.  And I  have faith that as we go through life we will gain more freedom as we loose  ourselves in the person who is Jesus.  I am still not sure what exactly that  totally means, but I am going after it because with out Jesus everything is  absolutely worthless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Good night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/8615285-111220802711125318?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/111220802711125318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=111220802711125318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111220802711125318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/111220802711125318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/03/declaration.html' title='Declaration'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-110961677382490185</id><published>2005-02-28T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:53:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluriness</title><content type='html'>The dream I was telling in my previous post will have to wait. A friend passed away either this morning or last night. I am wondering if this guilt or grief I am feeling. On Friday I spoke to her husband briefly and began what I hope is reconcilliation between us. I loved this couple very much, but we drifted apart, because Mine and Kim's separation from a mutual church we went to. It was what seemed inevitable because we did not have regular contact or whatever the excuse.  They were the first we told we were leaving the church. I cannot believe that Michelle is gone and at a such a young age. My heart goes out to Paul and his family. It is kind of blurry today. I will need to think on these thoughts more today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-110961677382490185?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/110961677382490185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=110961677382490185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110961677382490185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110961677382490185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/02/bluriness.html' title='Bluriness'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-110816583636015639</id><published>2005-02-11T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:52:58.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I had a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been unsure where to write this down at.  I like this space and it is for my thoughts and dreams are thoughts.  So anyway it was like 2 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in front of a great stone cathedral with a dome top.  I was at the bottom of a short staircase that was twice as wide at the bottom as at the top and large wooden doors with embossed squares and an arched top.  I walk up to the door and push it open.  Inside it is like a market place of medieval times.   It was dimly lit up and there were waves of people walking to and fro trading but not seeming to pay for anything.  I met several people and talked to them mostly about the doom and the building in conversation that seemed deep but inconsequential.  What I noticed about the people was that they had a red or yellow gash of paint or color across their chest.  Next I met these 2 boys twins one with a yellow and the other with red on them.  I started talking to them about how to get to the dome at first they seemed apprehensive and then one of them spoke up and said that only the minister could go to the dome.  I began to feel angry I want to scream out no way that is so wrong.  I turned away from the boys and started walking around furiously.  I began to search for a way up after a few minutes of walking around I notice a stair well built on the wall out of wood it had rickety look to it, but it seemed firm with the amount of people going up it.   I followed the crowd of people and continued to ask if this was the way to the dome, but I received the same answer.  I seemed to be the last one on the stairs and as we climbed I could see other levels and other people on those levels but they were unclear and my focus bordering on fog or blurriness...more to follow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-110816583636015639?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/110816583636015639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=110816583636015639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110816583636015639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110816583636015639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-i-had-dream.html' title='So I had a dream'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-110815595338329471</id><published>2005-02-11T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:05:53.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANd now for something completely differnet...uh maybe</title><content type='html'>http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/mahnamahna.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-110815595338329471?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/110815595338329471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=110815595338329471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110815595338329471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110815595338329471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='ANd now for something completely differnet...uh maybe'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-110815540658487564</id><published>2005-02-11T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T12:56:46.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something for your day if it is not fun or if it is fun</title><content type='html'>http://www.koreus.com/files/200405/mahnamahna.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-110815540658487564?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/110815540658487564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=110815540658487564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110815540658487564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110815540658487564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-for-your-day-if-it-is-not.html' title='something for your day if it is not fun or if it is fun'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-110314847079335363</id><published>2004-12-15T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T09:13:08.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sMOkInG</title><content type='html'>You know every time I have quit smoking before I never noticed how bad my breath was right after I quit. It is odd this time around I have had no desire to pick up the habit again. I just cannot see the point. In fact looking back at I only smoked to be apart of a group of people that smoked. I STARTED SMOKING TO FIT IN???????? What the 7734 (for those of you who do not know what that number is type it into a calculator and turn it up side down, now tha is youhoime work) What was I thinking. It was fear of being rejected for not being a rebel, a disdent, but really why smoking. It was because sad but true, I used to do anything to please people and fit in. I am not sure I have totally changed my ways, but I am aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the second artistry on last Friday and it rocked Everyone painted and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-110314847079335363?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/110314847079335363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=110314847079335363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110314847079335363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110314847079335363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/12/smoking.html' title='sMOkInG'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-110245178065875584</id><published>2004-12-07T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T12:36:34.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To...to...stu...stu...stupid</title><content type='html'>I so HATE and I mean HATE the word stupid. Of all the words in our vernacular this one really caps my hide. I don't care if someone calls me an @$$hole or even a F#(ker, but stupid I come unglued. I would like to think it is knoble and Biblical sermon on the mount thing, but really I just don't like it, because it is not saying my way is better or the way you are thinking is flawed let me help you, it is just, "Your Stupid!" And that is it, there is no dialogue, just one person feeling shit apon and someone else feeling superior. Many who know me know I have a bad habit of correcting people. It usually leaves others feeling the same way so I am working on that, but it just seems to me that if I HATE the word stupid that I cannot treat people like they are stupid because they say something incorrectly. It is to much a double standard. Really why should we call people dumb or stupid no matter what they do. Really it is our perception of how they talk or the decisions they make and it maybe that we are smarter, but what good does that do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-110245178065875584?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/110245178065875584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=110245178065875584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110245178065875584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/110245178065875584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/12/totostustustupid.html' title='To...to...stu...stu...stupid'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-109994111117005230</id><published>2004-11-08T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:11:51.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is weird I always thought of myself as a trusting person, and I may well be.  However I found out that when it comes to growing in person and in faith that I am a bit gun shy.  The story goes that I am coming to a deeper understanding that I am performing for people’s acceptance.  Sometimes it comes out as correction of facts or words other times it could be in telling exciting stories that are kind of part of the truth, but it comes back to the fact that I am looking for some form of self gratification.  Over the weekend my wife and I ran into this when related to me wanting to go back to school and change career paths.  My excuse was that I talk the way I do because of the career I am in I have to be an arrogant prick and tout my expertise and that translates to how I talk to her and others, and that is the reason I need to change careers. However that is not the root issue here and a career change will not change it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The root issue is directly related to how I grew up and felt I had to prove myself to my family and friends.  The truth is that I do not necessarily know who put that on me or if it was a self imposed thing.  What I am beginning to realize is that what I have always thought of myself, the intelligent, self-confident, handsome guy, persona that I put on was all based in hearing that from others to gain self gratification. So generally I would do to get gratified either through performing or in relationships with girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was never based in God’s love or who he has made me to be.  Last night I had a great talk with a dear friend she helped bring this into more perspective.  As we talked I could see that this was not just a me thing, but as we get delivered we have to walk that deliverance out by turning over our habits and life choices to God on a daily basis.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Knowing I have received deliverance for this whole issue, I realize it is time to start walking into that deliverance and letting go of the passed that ruled my life.  I am excited to see what my life will look like when I get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-109994111117005230?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/109994111117005230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=109994111117005230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109994111117005230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109994111117005230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/11/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-109960073891965405</id><published>2004-11-04T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T12:38:58.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I am antsy today I feel like something is going to break.  I was kind of in the air this morning.  I am not sure what it is, but I have drifted somewhat into the mundane and meritocracy for the last week and a half.  Sunday was the bright shining light in the rather dull and what seemed very dreary week and a half.  It is strange sitting out side in my back yard in the early morning just smoking and praying.  Especially when you can feel your spirit lift and hear God speaking to you that you are moving forward and you are not the person you used to be.  That was yesterday morning.  Today, I have a renewed fervor to get things moving again for the comic and towards better time management. &lt;br /&gt;Now news about school and future employment.  I decided that it is time for a complete career change.  No more being the computer geek, I am getting tired of that know it all personality type it tends to breed arrogance and well I don't want to be arrogant.  So, as to the field, graphic artist.  Now what is left is deciding on the school and figuring out how to pay for it.  This is where you wish for some rich uncle or family member to just hear your hopes for a better future and have a desire to bless you with your education to be paid for.  Well, anyway I am looking at both Pacific Northwest College of Art and Art Institute of Portland.  Right now the Later is winning because thy have a night school program.  Anyway please pray for this and for God to break new careers in all of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-109960073891965405?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/109960073891965405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=109960073891965405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109960073891965405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109960073891965405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/11/process.html' title='The Process'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-109874481470802345</id><published>2004-10-25T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T15:53:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about New...</title><content type='html'>Not much new just More....I'm thinkn I will type alot tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-109874481470802345?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/109874481470802345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=109874481470802345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109874481470802345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109874481470802345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-about-new.html' title='More about New...'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-109839588159987074</id><published>2004-10-21T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:58:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought this was appropriate...</title><content type='html'>Rage Against the Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guerrilla Radio &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission third world war third round&lt;br /&gt; A decade of the weapon of sound above ground&lt;br /&gt; No shelter if youre looking for shade&lt;br /&gt; I lick shots at the brutal charade&lt;br /&gt; As the polls close like a casket&lt;br /&gt; On truth devoured&lt;br /&gt; Silent play in the shadow of power&lt;br /&gt; A spectacle monopolized&lt;br /&gt; The cameras eyes on choice disguised&lt;br /&gt; Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?&lt;br /&gt; Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?&lt;br /&gt; Yes a spectacle monopolized&lt;br /&gt; They hold the reins, stole your eyes&lt;br /&gt; All the fistagons the bullets and bombs&lt;br /&gt; Who stuff the banks&lt;br /&gt; Who staff the party ranks&lt;br /&gt; More for Gore or the son of a drug lord&lt;br /&gt; None of the above fuck it cut the cord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lights out guerilla Radio&lt;br /&gt; Turn that shit up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Contact I highjacked the frequencies&lt;br /&gt; Blockin the beltway&lt;br /&gt; Move on DC&lt;br /&gt; Way past the days of bombin MCs&lt;br /&gt; Sound off Mumia guan be free&lt;br /&gt; Who gottem yo check the federal file&lt;br /&gt; All you pen devils know the trial was vile&lt;br /&gt; Army of pigs try to silence my style&lt;br /&gt; Off em all out that box its my radio dial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lights out guerilla Radio&lt;br /&gt; Turn that shit up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It has to start somewhere&lt;br /&gt; It has to start sometime&lt;br /&gt; What better place than here&lt;br /&gt; What better time than nowAll hell cant stop us now&lt;br /&gt; All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now&lt;br /&gt; All hell cant stop us now&lt;br /&gt; All hell cant stop us now&lt;br /&gt; All hell cant stop us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-109839588159987074?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/109839588159987074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=109839588159987074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109839588159987074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109839588159987074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-thought-this-was-appropriate.html' title='I thought this was appropriate...'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-109838507390107736</id><published>2004-10-21T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:57:53.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The LONG and short of it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;    Last night I began reading the Lord of the Rings books to get me in the flow of Fantasy again as I prep for the drawing of the comic, for it is set in this type of time period rather 16th, 17th and 18th century pirates.  And don't get me wrong I love the movies and find them extremely phenomenal, however after reading the first 100 pages I am totally transfixed on the story and find the movies rather dull in story compared to these books.  I love the dialogue and the imagery is so superb that I do not even see Elijah as Frodo.  It may sound like I am speaking ill of the movies when I am not.  They are like a dream and capture the books wonderfully, but the books themselves are so breathtaking that no movie could actually capture the sheer grandeur that is these books. &lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, I was sick Monday and Tuesday, it was strange I could do most things for a little while, but if I exerted myself I would just crash no energy.  It was like I had a fever, but I could not find the thermometer to verify this.  I tossed and turned Monday night until 4am when it seemed that whatever was plaguing me broke its hold and I slept until Kim got up to work, which was about 6am.  I continued to feel better all day Tuesday and did some work from home and slept.  The strange thing about being sick is always the weird dreams.  My weirdest fever dream is one where I am a strong man in a circus you know the bald guy with handle bar mustache, wearing the tiger skins and wrestling boots.  Well in the dream I am trying to lift a match, the strike anywhere kind, and I can't do it.  It pains me so much that the dream usually was followed by me waking up and me running to bathroom to... well you know it was the Flew you figure that part out. &lt;br /&gt;    Well, the short we had a meeting yesterday here and they basically told us that they are giving raises only to people who are below industry standards.  Here is the rub, I work for a start up company and they started 5 years ago and well we are growing.  However, my fellow co-workers, in the back office or tech support department and me are being told we are important but not worth more than what they pay us for.  I really need a new career.  I am going to go back to school to finish my degree, but I am struggling with direction.  I want to do something in Art, but I want to get paid.  So I was thinking graphic arts and advertising.  I am waiting right now to hear from the art institute of Portland.  Catch you all later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-109838507390107736?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/109838507390107736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=109838507390107736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109838507390107736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109838507390107736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-and-short-of-it.html' title='The LONG and short of it...'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-109752795286739581</id><published>2004-10-11T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:52:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pow, Wap, Blam, Kerblouweeee?</title><content type='html'>Hmm.This weekend was phenomenal.  A few things happened that were fun and beautiful.  Friday I left work early and slept all day long, boy I needed it to the week had been so long and tiring emotionally, spiritually, and physically.  Friday Kim and I just hung out total veg fest in fact I really can't even remember what we did.  Saturday was mostly a blur, tons of errands and I attempted to see Sky Captain, but it just did not happen.  The best part about Saturday was hanging out with a bunch of friends Johnny &amp; Beth, Bonnie  &amp; Eric, and Peter and Marissa at there house having a few drinks and watching twilight zone which totally rocked.  As the Alcohol consumption continued hilarity ensued from everyone telling embarrassing stories.  I commented that if I won Power ball that I would begin my Political Career ramping up for the 2008 Presidential Election.  MY platform would be a reform Platform with three main goals.  First would be congressional reform where in I would break the strangle hold of lobbyist and big business have on the US legislative branch...not quite sure as to how I would go about it, but it would be more directed at gifts and financial compensation for voting certain ways.  Secondly, Election reform, Getting rid of the out dated Electoral College.  I believe it is the biggest slap in the face to all United States citizens, we are informed and we do not need someone else to voting for us.  Of course now that I think about it I have forgotten my third goal, probably had too much Makers.  Sunday was most beautiful.  I left Church feeling so full like you feel after a holiday meal.  I spoke with Michael about the Pirate comic...wait hold on you know nothing of the pirate comic.  Today will be a stream of consciences of thoughts...Thursday was men’s movie night and Kim brought home with her Mike and Thad, Joey Joined us for a little while and Daniel Otto showed early and he and I prayed through some dark old crap that is not me anymore. It was just plain amazing.  After watching the 2 episodes of Band of Brothers I built a fire and we chatted it up.  Mike had come up with this brilliant Idea for doing a comic in the Pirate genre.  Why is this brilliant, well I do not know of any comic has ever been done in the pirate genre.  Anyway, there was a wonderful exchange of Idea's and creativity is flowing.  So Sunday Mike shared the basic plot with me I am stoked and I cannot wait to draw some of this and to flush out the costumes and Characters.  Well, back to work.  Peace to all and may your lives be filled with blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-109752795286739581?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/109752795286739581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=109752795286739581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109752795286739581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109752795286739581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/10/pow-wap-blam-kerblouweeee_11.html' title='Pow, Wap, Blam, Kerblouweeee?'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-109718514165628193</id><published>2004-10-07T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T14:39:01.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>The strange this that our minds do.  See I wasn't sure if I was going to get very spiritual here or not or allow that part of my self out here.  But transparancy is good.  This weekend I was a church retreat with several of my most dearest friends and some of you who may be reading this were there as well.  Actually this starts a couple of weeks ago.   I began a bit of a Journey into finding who I am, where am I going, and what does this all mean, type thing.  Well,  what most people don't know is that God through prayer and and the inner working of the Holy Spirit has torn down walls of hidden abuses in my life.  So, what does that mean definatly please keep me in your prayers and forgive me if I seem a bit more emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-109718514165628193?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/109718514165628193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=109718514165628193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109718514165628193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109718514165628193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8615285.post-109709938453869484</id><published>2004-10-06T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:53:08.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Digory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wonderful! The little things always make life fun. Why should I blog? The real question is why have I not been blogging for years. I mean I am on the computer like 60 hours a week. For the love of Pete, I spend way to much time in front of a computer monitor. No wonder I feel soulless most of the time. This abomination that I am typing this on is stealing my soul........... Well maybe not, but I am sure here a lot so I might as well put down my thoughts. And Digory, well diary just seemed over used so Digory will be playing that role for me as I delve into the recesses of my mind and develop these artistic talents I have been so graciously been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Try...there is no try, there is do or do not." Yoda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8615285-109709938453869484?l=smallprintstudio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/feeds/109709938453869484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8615285&amp;postID=109709938453869484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109709938453869484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8615285/posts/default/109709938453869484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallprintstudio.blogspot.com/2004/10/dear-digory.html' title='Dear Digory'/><author><name>Travis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212790557194252577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/55460688_ce6b2b7b23_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
