<?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-20896253</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:14:38.765-05:00</updated><category term='Philippines'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Hungary'/><category term='makes me laugh'/><category term='Last Languages'/><category term='Orlando'/><category term='e.e.cummings'/><category term='Ted Loder'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='worldview'/><category term='postcard'/><category term='47'/><category term='art'/><category term='Bible translation'/><category term='Indiana'/><category term='Filbert'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='Cootie Brown'/><category term='Boston'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Nativity'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='Willow Creek'/><category term='worship'/><category term='Frederick Buechner'/><category term='Ukraine'/><category term='update'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='URBANA&apos;09'/><category term='sonnet'/><category term='Bethel'/><category term='diversity'/><category term='wallpaper'/><category term='BSF'/><category term='God'/><category term='Kenya'/><category term='Nebraska'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='flowers and plants'/><category term='rocks'/><category term='Wycliffe'/><category term='FMC-Indy'/><category term='hmmm'/><category term='food'/><category term='Panama'/><category term='Brazil'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Jamaica'/><category term='Thailand'/><category term='Northland'/><title type='text'>Hubbard's Cupboard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2741763928128277675</id><published>2009-09-12T19:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:23:15.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubbard's Cupboard has MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bookmark for my blog, delet it and reset it to this: &lt;strong&gt;http://ruthhubbard.wordpress.com&lt;/strong&gt; so you'll always return to the HOME page of the new blog (rather than to an outdated specific blog entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you access this blog via an &lt;strong&gt;RSS&lt;/strong&gt; feed, you'll want (I hope) to unsubcribe the blogger one and newly subscribe to the wordpress one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blogging on Blogger.com for a few years. I'd recently become frustrated by some of the limitations there which motivated me to look more closely at WordPress.com. After a bit of informal research and some dinking about (my way to describe what I've been doing to test this online software) I've decided to convert. Some of the features I'd hoped to have aren't possible on the FREE blog sites -- and for now, I don't want them badly enough to pay montly blog hosting fees or to spend the time it might take me to figure out my other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave the old blog where it is for a while (at least) -- mayby longer. I think, for instance, that the images that migrated are dependent on the old blog for the time being. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this will be here, but there will not be NEW POSTS here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2741763928128277675?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2741763928128277675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/hubbard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2741763928128277675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2741763928128277675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/hubbard.html' title='Hubbard&apos;s Cupboard has MOVED'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8546907489614097158</id><published>2009-09-11T04:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:02:10.053-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>9.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqsBHH_T5_I/AAAAAAAAGhM/rw4F9T1JETM/s1600-h/911.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqsBHH_T5_I/AAAAAAAAGhM/rw4F9T1JETM/s200/911.gif.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380395401739495410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nine one one. What is your emergency?" 911 is the number you dial on the phone when you need emergency services.  It is the promise of help. The beginning of a rescue.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 11 is my mom's birthday. This has been a part of the rhythm of my life for my entire life. Labor Day/school starts and then we soon celebrate mom's birthday. Six weeks later it's dad's birthday followed by Halloween and my birthday. Soon after that is Thanksgiving and then Advent which leads to Christmas and New Year's.  It has long marked the beginning of a long season of celebrations in our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqoUqlWhV_I/AAAAAAAAGg8/yrg1Z66GnjU/s320/300px-new_york_times_9-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380135426661111794" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nine eleven is the day when terrorists flew commercial jets full of passengers into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon and not into the White House (thanks to brave passengers who acted selflessly over Pennsylvania). Nine eleven is the traumatic event which has shaped American thinking and acting for almost a decade now. It is this generations' JFK assassination in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that one of my early reactions to the news as it was unfolding was a totally selfish anger that "they" had turned my mom's birthday into something else. That morning I'd woken up and wondered what it was going to be like for me, living through Mom's birthday without her. She'd died just over nine months earlier. Part of my willful response to the events of that morning -- my "you can't beat us that easily" rebellion was to continue on with our quiet celebration of Mom. Dad and I went to Ritter's and had frozen custard sundaes for supper in her honor. Inside I was sticking my tongue out at "those terrorists" with one of the ultimate comfort foods. I think we were the only customers Ritter's had that night. Most Americans had begun to hunker down already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqoRsnKhR6I/AAAAAAAAGgs/_SME_l99iP8/s200/09.porsche.911.carrera.340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380132162972501922" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three digits with multiple meanings. All depends on how you slice it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Porsche makes a 911 model -- but that is pretty far from my life experience radar. I only remembered it when I Googled "911" to find these images for illustration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8546907489614097158?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8546907489614097158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/911.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8546907489614097158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8546907489614097158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/911.html' title='9.11'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqsBHH_T5_I/AAAAAAAAGhM/rw4F9T1JETM/s72-c/911.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5444714766504800889</id><published>2009-09-10T06:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:56:33.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqjbWgmfKbI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/wQMnSmd3IsM/s1600-h/tweet-display.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqjbWgmfKbI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/wQMnSmd3IsM/s320/tweet-display.jpg.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379790934649022898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I Twitter &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that there is an iPhone app I want with Fantasy Football season beginning this weekend. Thanks to Bycemaster who tweeted "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;@Ruthhubbard hey, did you see that there is a free app to track your yahoo fantasy team up in the app store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded that Northland's NOW gathering began this week -- and found out that I could view via the web if that was an option that worked for me when vrain tweeted "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Join us online at Northland at 7PM for the launch of NOW! Web or iPhone www.northlandchurch.net&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered that briggzay is not only dealing with a bit of a plague in his office, but has a sense of humor about. He tweeted, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;my office has become a den of fruit fly iniquity. calling in the swat team&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know that Kouya has a new phone, jlhufford's son had a good first day at kindergarten, threadless was selling all of their T's for $9 each yesterday and Relevant mag was selling 1-year subscriptions to their mag for $9.99 for that one day only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I need to know these things?  Maybe not. Couldn't I find them out in different ways?  Some of them...but some of them, no. Kouya lives in the UK and briggzay is from the Chicago area, for example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point isn't really the information -- or at least not the information alone. It is about the relationships. I know some people view these relationships on Twitter and Facebook as "fake." I'm not going to argue. I'll also choose to not be swayed by the nay sayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I know that my friends (abudigan and his non-twittering wife) will have a/c installed today and that Joy_B has some shopping to do before the baby arrives. I happened to hear these things via Twitter this morning and last night. I could have heard them at the office later today -- but may have miss those conversations because, well, the Wycliffe USA Board is gathering and we're all hands on deck for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who follow me on Twitter know that I'm looking at migrating my blog from Blogger to WordPress. And now, you know too.  [&lt;i&gt;Word Press has some features which I like and I'm trying to determine whether it's worth the work. The literal migration itself is automated and, actually, I've already pushed the button. But there are things that don't move (some embedded video) and there is a learning curve on the software. For the moment, I'm still a Blogger.com blogger.] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5444714766504800889?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5444714766504800889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5444714766504800889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5444714766504800889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqjbWgmfKbI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/wQMnSmd3IsM/s72-c/tweet-display.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7492762165725953442</id><published>2009-09-09T09:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:36:12.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>09/09/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;09/09/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7492762165725953442?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7492762165725953442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7492762165725953442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7492762165725953442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html' title='09/09/09'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1985748141208138749</id><published>2009-09-08T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:19:16.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Play: something about strawberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This video plays automatically. The problem is, there is another in the post just below that will do the same thing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How annoying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. I don't know what to do to make that not happen. I do know that if you &lt;b&gt;click on the one you don't want to hear&lt;/b&gt; (or on both of them) it will pause the video. I guess I'll have to resist posting these more than every five blog entries -- or figure out how to change the settings. Hmmmm.  Now back to your regularly scheduled blog...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://manage.infinovation.com/assets/player.swf?a=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;amp;v=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="AccountKey=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;amp;VideoGuid=1753b874-e3cb-102c-bd23-12313d00b021&amp;amp;Signature=fa8pcGtS6Ly6wknNtOLoTJC8bAg%3D&amp;amp;AutoPlay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://manage.infinovation.com/assets/player.swf?a=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;amp;v=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="640" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="AccountKey=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;amp;VideoGuid=1753b874-e3cb-102c-bd23-12313d00b021&amp;amp;Signature=fa8pcGtS6Ly6wknNtOLoTJC8bAg%3D&amp;amp;AutoPlay=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Nancy likes Cold Play. She has an advantage these days that keeps her connected to new music: offspring. As a single and childless woman of 47 years I have done my time lamenting both of those realities from time to time -- though mostly I'm good with both.  And mostly for the past decade or two if I have had anything even akin to regrets about my state is has related more to specific advantages or disadvantages and not so much to the whole picture. I am fully aware that there are two sides to this coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the disadvantages of not having kids at this age in my life is that I don't have access to the music that seems to surround our nation's youth. Yes, I could be more intentional about it -- watch MTV or whatever it is I could do to change that. I could spend a boat load of money downloading things from iTunes when they tell me that this or that is a necessary addition to a complete collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more than a decade -- while many of my peers were disconnected from the music and lost in a land of Barney and Wiggles and Christopher Robin -- I was teaching high school and was one of those "cool" teachers who actually liked the music that my students listened to. Well, most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is background. Context. Explanation to why I'm asking "where have I been?" as I explore Relevant tv and the music videos shared there.  (David Gray and Cold Play. I wonder what's next?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1985748141208138749?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1985748141208138749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold-play-something-about-strawberries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1985748141208138749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1985748141208138749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold-play-something-about-strawberries.html' title='Cold Play: something about strawberries'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-129479743727532623</id><published>2009-09-08T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:55:08.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://manage.infinovation.com/assets/player.swf?a=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;amp;v=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="AccountKey=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;amp;VideoGuid=e39699ce-e952-102c-bd23-12313d00b021&amp;amp;Signature=ayaMEYsIvgfa9IA7h0sV%2B7jnLfg%3D&amp;amp;AutoPlay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://manage.infinovation.com/assets/player.swf?a=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;amp;v=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="640" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="AccountKey=ogHxrXBWR5bCa2AuKR3pdm3z9&amp;amp;VideoGuid=e39699ce-e952-102c-bd23-12313d00b021&amp;amp;Signature=ayaMEYsIvgfa9IA7h0sV%2B7jnLfg%3D&amp;amp;AutoPlay=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Relevant TV, "If Chris Martin, Bob Dylan and Billy Joel had a love child, it'd be &lt;a href="http://www.davidgray.com/"&gt;David Gray&lt;/a&gt;." That TWEET worked with me and I clicked to view and listen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I liked what I heard well enough to post the video here and give you a link to his website so you can listen and consider for yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-129479743727532623?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/129479743727532623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/david-gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/129479743727532623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/129479743727532623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/david-gray.html' title='David Gray'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-3954015848128966167</id><published>2009-09-07T20:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:10:05.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microwave Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqWq31SKzwI/AAAAAAAAGew/x1eJ4_YcfVc/s1600-h/old-microwave-controls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378893206136737538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqWq31SKzwI/AAAAAAAAGew/x1eJ4_YcfVc/s400/old-microwave-controls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day when I was living with my parents in Zionsville, I often found it helpful to suggest ways that they could improve their lives (and mine) through the purchase of some new something. By 1975 -- the year we moved to Z'ville and the year I started high school -- the popularity of microwave ovens in American homes had sky rocketed. I was quite sure that our lives would be significantly improved if we, too, had one of these appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure when I began campaigning toward this end, but I do know that over time, my recommendations grew in their intensity and passion. The bottom line reason we didn't get one was budgetary. So, one particular Christmas when the church my dad pastored gave my folks a monetary gift, I was sure we'd finally get our microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had her eye on a chair. An Occasional Chair, to be more exact. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One afternoon that winter my mom found me standing in the living room punching imaginary buttons on that chair and placing some sort of snack on the seat. She asked what I was doing and I told her that I was using the new microwave to heat up my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a few years longer before my parents had their first microwave and truly, I don't think our lives were in any way less meaningful than they would have been had that technology arrived earlier. In fact, I'm quite sure of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-3954015848128966167?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/3954015848128966167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/microwave-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3954015848128966167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3954015848128966167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/microwave-memories.html' title='Microwave Memories'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqWq31SKzwI/AAAAAAAAGew/x1eJ4_YcfVc/s72-c/old-microwave-controls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8955769322892259319</id><published>2009-09-06T19:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:13:00.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trying a new look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqWvVKc3a0I/AAAAAAAAGe4/8eEYiX5F1Bk/s1600-h/hubbards-cupboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqWvVKc3a0I/AAAAAAAAGe4/8eEYiX5F1Bk/s400/hubbards-cupboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378898108081466178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blogger provides basic templates for their free blog service. Others create blog templates (more are created for WordPress than Blogger, from what I can tell) that they let people use (in exchange for a link to their websites and blogs OR for a price). I've found a few that I like a lot, but that require more HTML or XML skills than I even dream of having. The one I've used most recenlty is nice, but...maybe I just got bored with it. I've saved it incase I want to put it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've resorted to one of the most basic templates that Blogger offers. I'm trying to add a header that I created in Photoshop (I've done that before) but Blogger.com is not cooperating. So, since the direct approach isn't working, I'm going to place the image here and then link to it from the header form. Maybe that will work. Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8955769322892259319?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8955769322892259319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-new-look.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8955769322892259319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8955769322892259319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-new-look.html' title='trying a new look'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqWvVKc3a0I/AAAAAAAAGe4/8eEYiX5F1Bk/s72-c/hubbards-cupboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2335064252703951216</id><published>2009-09-04T21:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:06:56.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>August Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377790353234001202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqG_1WEI_TI/AAAAAAAAGcs/L_6pM0WJFL0/s400/August_Rush,_2007,_Freddie_Highmore,_Keri_Russell,_Robin_Williams.jpg" /&gt;I watched August Rush tonight. I picked it up at the library last weekend mostly because it looked like it might be interesting and, well, when it's free it's easier to take a risk on a movie that you might turn off in 10 minutes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not turn it off. In fact, I watched it and then hopped on iTunes and downloaded the CD (not the soundtrack, the "music from" one). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to try to tell you that the story is anything but predictable. From the opening stanza I knew where this had to go. The thing is, this story isn't about the what and what -- and it's only barely about the who. This movie is about the mystical something that we call music. And yet the moment we name it, it has slipped into a new thing that we can't quite put our finger on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found the movie to be affirming. Life-giving. Bright. True. And at had a good beat; you can dance to it. You almost have to dance to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that's how I hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2335064252703951216?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2335064252703951216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/august-rush.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2335064252703951216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2335064252703951216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/august-rush.html' title='August Rush'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SqG_1WEI_TI/AAAAAAAAGcs/L_6pM0WJFL0/s72-c/August_Rush,_2007,_Freddie_Highmore,_Keri_Russell,_Robin_Williams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8713968437138550201</id><published>2009-09-03T15:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:50:23.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Michelle's Story</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting for a few days for this media to be available to share with you. Listen to Michelle's story and consider all that you can learn about God and about your own story when you listen to hers.  I love that God created us to live and grow in communitiy, to benefit from each other's stories as we are all written into God's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="578" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6419538&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6419538&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="578" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6419538"&gt;Michelle's Story&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northland"&gt;Northland Media Design&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From August 30, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing Michelle's story, listen to the song which she shared at Northland immediately following the video this past weekend. (The guy who is playing bass and singing back up? That's her husband.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="578" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6399711&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6399711&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="591" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6399711"&gt;"Sweet Sweet Sound&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northland"&gt;Northland Media Design&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From August 30, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8713968437138550201?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8713968437138550201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/michelles-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8713968437138550201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8713968437138550201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/michelles-story.html' title='Michelle&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6537480503026494642</id><published>2009-09-03T08:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:51:00.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><title type='text'>Let's NOT keep Christmas this year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="578" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RKF95H84MA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RKF95H84MA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, let's give it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6537480503026494642?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6537480503026494642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-not-keep-christmas-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6537480503026494642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6537480503026494642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-not-keep-christmas-this-year.html' title='Let&apos;s NOT keep Christmas this year.'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-822831840712650580</id><published>2009-09-02T06:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:14:51.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sp-dscW78vI/AAAAAAAAGRE/QVbejwZ69XI/s1600-h/5460_248956825323_797650323_8087337_5427344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sp-dscW78vI/AAAAAAAAGRE/QVbejwZ69XI/s320/5460_248956825323_797650323_8087337_5427344_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377189866955862770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and Cat serve with Youth For Christ in Asia -- they live in Thailand.  This year when their three youngest (handsome young men in the photo) went back to school, their oldest was in the States preparing to start University. For the traditional back-to-school family photo, she Skyped in. You can see her there on the laptop screen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a number of friends who have sent their first-born sons and daughters off to University in the past year or two. Many of them have sent back to the States while they continue to live and serve hither and yon around the globe. I've found myself praying more for MK's and their parents for these past few seasons because their reality is closer to me than it has been in the past, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The technology we have today (Vonage phones, Skype, Facebook, etc) makes all of this less of a relational disruption than in the past, but it's not without cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-822831840712650580?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/822831840712650580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-school-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/822831840712650580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/822831840712650580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-school-photo.html' title='1st Day of School Photo'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sp-dscW78vI/AAAAAAAAGRE/QVbejwZ69XI/s72-c/5460_248956825323_797650323_8087337_5427344_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1435879893396553814</id><published>2009-09-01T20:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:29:58.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hot chicks in 1 hot car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376666864567381826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sp3CBsom70I/AAAAAAAAGQg/DAiA9K0KECw/s320/ruth+becky+1966.jpg" /&gt;Becky, my cousin, posted this photo on her Facebook page recently. I grabbed it and tossed it here on the blog both because it's just such a cute pic which I had to share and because it brought back memories. This may have been the first appearance of these 2 hot chicks in 1 hot car, but it was not the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back when we were both in our 20-somethings (&lt;i&gt;days when I was teaching high school in Indianapolis, Indiana and Becky was running a day care center in Council Bluffs, Iowa&lt;/i&gt;) Becky invited me to join her on a business trip. I was on summer break and visiting family in and around (mostly around) Omaha. Becky needed to make a run to Kansas City to get some supplies for the daycare. I could ride along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the fact that we got up rather early was carefully calculated. The plan was to get to the store when it opened, make the purchase, and then head to Worlds of Fun (was that the name?) for an afternoon of amusement park madness. It was a good plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one more factor that made it a GREAT plan -- Becky was the proud owner of a brand new Mazda Miata. It was the premier year for that adorable, speedy, convertible. We had way too much fun speeding down the highway turning heads. And the drive home that night...top down...gazing up at the stars (benefit of being the passenger) was spectacular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1435879893396553814?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1435879893396553814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-hot-chicks-in-1-hot-car.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1435879893396553814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1435879893396553814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-hot-chicks-in-1-hot-car.html' title='2 hot chicks in 1 hot car'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sp3CBsom70I/AAAAAAAAGQg/DAiA9K0KECw/s72-c/ruth+becky+1966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6519508176016573068</id><published>2009-08-31T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:15:35.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meerkats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpyB6Iz_aRI/AAAAAAAAGQU/ePIMU4USgQo/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpyB6Iz_aRI/AAAAAAAAGQU/ePIMU4USgQo/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376314890971474194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a very good reason that these critters have their own "reality" television show -- they are adorable and, unlike most zoo animals that seem to be bored beyond words with the humans who trail past every day, these guys seem quite engaged. They may not be. That's not the issue. They give every appearance to be totally enthralled with whatever you might be saying or doing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd only seen them on the commercials for the &lt;a href="http://animal.discovery.com/fansites/meerkat/meerkat.html"&gt;Meerkat Manor&lt;/a&gt; show -- but after having seen them at the Lincoln Park Zoo recently, I may become a fan. Not of the show -- of the animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say that knowing full well that this is why I am more of a dog person than a cat person. I respond better to the "&lt;i&gt;you're here!  oh, I've waited all day for you to return!! you smell great and i love you and can we just hang out and...you're here!!&lt;/i&gt;" of a canine companion than I do to the "&lt;i&gt;you're back?  hmmmm. I'd not noticed that you left. Well, it's about time. I'm hungry. You do know how to open those cans, don't yo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;u?  OR should I call someone else?&lt;/i&gt;" of a feline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6519508176016573068?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6519508176016573068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/meerkats.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6519508176016573068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6519508176016573068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/meerkats.html' title='Meerkats'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpyB6Iz_aRI/AAAAAAAAGQU/ePIMU4USgQo/s72-c/IMG_0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2149338318728183289</id><published>2009-08-30T19:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:56:44.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warehouse 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpsK5MU8exI/AAAAAAAAGQM/kJZMqTxIFNM/s1600-h/warehouse+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375902557874715410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpsK5MU8exI/AAAAAAAAGQM/kJZMqTxIFNM/s400/warehouse+13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warehouse 13 is a new series on the SyFy network -- and it is, well, cool. I like it. I like it on a few levels, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I like the concept. The series follows United States Secret Service agents Myka Bering and Peter Lattimer as they are reassigned to the government's secret Warehouse 13, which houses supernatural objects. They are tasked to retrieve missing objects and investigate reports of new ones. The promos for this show call Warehouse 13 "America's Attic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I like the ensemble cast. As the characters develop, they are growin growing on me. (&lt;em&gt;Here is a list of the characters that I grabbed from Wikipedia. I've added some of my comments to the list&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Lattimer&lt;/strong&gt; (Eddie McClintock), a "rule-bender" Secret Service agent. Agent Lattimer is smart, handsome, athletic and has a knack for quick thinking. He's a recovering alcoholic and can sometimes be prone to petulance. He has a deaf sister who taught him lip reading. He has a sixth sense in regards to immediate dangers and a weakness for cookies. Peter reminds me of a cross between Tony on NCIS and they guy on Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myka Bering&lt;/strong&gt; (Joanne Kelly), Lattimer's "by-the-book" partner. She has more book smarts and an eye for details. She takes her job very seriously and has many clashes with Lattimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthur "Artie" Nielsen&lt;/strong&gt; (Saul Rubinek), the Secret Service agent in charge of Warehouse 13. Although incredibly smart, he is uncouth and lacks certain social skills. He has a fondness for baking cookies, which is good for Peter. (Arite is in the photo above.) He brings a good bit of comic relief to the story -- and add the important connection to the history of this multi-century operation at the Warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leena&lt;/strong&gt; (Genelle Williams), the proprietor of the bed-and-breakfast where Lattimer and Bering stay. She can see auras and also knows about Warehouse 13. She has been aware of Warehouse 13 for quite a while and has known many of the Warehouse agents that have died -- making it seem as if she is much older than she appears to be. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Dickinson&lt;/strong&gt; (Simon Reynolds), Lattimer and Bering's former boss at the Secret Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Frederick&lt;/strong&gt; (C. C. H. Pounder), the director of a secret government organization, who IS older than she appears. She is a shadowy figure and is usually accompanied by her bodyguard. She is apparently Artie's superior. This woman is truly a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claudia Donovan&lt;/strong&gt; (Allison Scagliotti), a "young, hip, brilliant techno-wiz" whose brother was believed to be dead. She hacked into the warehouse computer systems and kidnapped Artie so that he would help her bring back her brother and now works in the warehouse with Artie. She's the Abby from NCIS character -- but not exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally, the gadgets are delicious. Not the artifacts, the gadgets. The ways they communicate and record or search for info, get around in the warehouse. That stuff. I imagine that the design team who creates these things is having a great time with this job. Set design and props. (What do that call it in television?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2149338318728183289?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2149338318728183289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/warehouse-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2149338318728183289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2149338318728183289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/warehouse-13.html' title='Warehouse 13'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpsK5MU8exI/AAAAAAAAGQM/kJZMqTxIFNM/s72-c/warehouse+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4994293456972434445</id><published>2009-08-29T19:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:01:47.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpnAQ5GO7CI/AAAAAAAAGP4/nkFB4xLEekI/s1600-h/mini+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375539026680802338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpnAQ5GO7CI/AAAAAAAAGP4/nkFB4xLEekI/s400/mini+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm designing a set of mini prayer cards which I'm hoping will help people who've committed to pray for me and my ministry with Wycliffe to do just that. On Friday I posted a few of my initial draft designs on Facebook and recieved GREAT input from all sorts of people. I use that input to design a few more and gathered more input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was both surprised and honored by all the people who gave their opinions and shared their preferences and observations. How cool that people would take the time to invest themselves in this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (while I watched a movie I picked up at the library -- love free dvd "rental"), I worked on what I think will be the final 10 designs. They are also posted on Facebook. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=113979&amp;amp;id=615581679&amp;amp;l=4719495837"&gt;Click this link &lt;/a&gt;and you should be able to see all of them (one of them is the image above) whether or not you are a registered user of Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4994293456972434445?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4994293456972434445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayer-cards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4994293456972434445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4994293456972434445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayer-cards.html' title='Prayer Cards'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpnAQ5GO7CI/AAAAAAAAGP4/nkFB4xLEekI/s72-c/mini+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-292398859353725324</id><published>2009-08-28T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:16:34.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ukraine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Gifts Can be...Tricky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpnB8t_v-6I/AAAAAAAAGQA/s7bfQohae_M/s1600-h/2009-bday-certificate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375540879126690722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpnB8t_v-6I/AAAAAAAAGQA/s7bfQohae_M/s400/2009-bday-certificate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend, Charlene, is celebrating her birthday today. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!). I've blogged about her before -- told about the adventure that she's on with her husband, Mark, serving with SEND International in Ukraine. So, one of the things I was thinking about lately was what to give to her for her birthday. I wanted to do something different than I'd done in the past. This was complicated by the fact that she is living in Kiev, Ukraine -- so postage can be both expensive and unreliable AND there aren't places there that sell gift cards that can be purchased online and delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do something that people often do for missionaries -- I sent money to be deposited in her account (not as a ministry gift which is assessed, but as a personal gift -- I actually sent it directly to the person who manages their personal bank account here in the States). But I wanted to make it fun for Charlene so I created a "fake" gift certificate that I sent to her electronically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'd been to Kiev this summer, I knew of this store (found a photo of it online so I could fake the logo) and wanted to give the gift from here. I saved the certificate as a .jpg file and had it ready for delivery. Oh, I also used an online currency converter to get the amount right in local currenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fired up Skype and watched for Charlene to come online and delivered the gift via Skype while we chatted a bit. It was kind of like stopping by to drop off the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I blogging about this?  I figure that most of you who read this support missionaries here and there or have friends/family living overseas. You may find yourself choosing to give cash gifts, but would like a way to make it feel more like a gift that has some thought behind it and less like a financial transaction. So, if this sparks any ideas for you -- then I've accomplished what I'd hoped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-292398859353725324?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/292398859353725324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/gifts-can-betricky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/292398859353725324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/292398859353725324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/gifts-can-betricky.html' title='Gifts Can be...Tricky'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpnB8t_v-6I/AAAAAAAAGQA/s7bfQohae_M/s72-c/2009-bday-certificate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1434831728499156544</id><published>2009-08-27T06:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:38:02.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>SOUR '日々の音色 (Hibi no neiro)'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The EP of Japanese group SOUR titled Water Flavor  (or is the song title SOUR WATER FLAVOR by a group named Torrent? or visa versa?) was released in June of this year. This video (okay, there really are only bits and pieces about this group or this release that I can find on the internet -- in English -- so I'm reading between the lines a little) was created for that release.  Anyhow, that's not really the point. The point is, this is brilliant. Eddie (friend/colleague with Wycliffe UK) posted this to FB today and I'm quite smitten with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfBlUQguvyw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfBlUQguvyw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to know what the song is about -- but I will continue to enjoy this whether I know or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1434831728499156544?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1434831728499156544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/sour-hibi-no-neiro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1434831728499156544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1434831728499156544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/sour-hibi-no-neiro.html' title='SOUR &apos;日々の音色 (Hibi no neiro)&apos;'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7608382700158985022</id><published>2009-08-26T20:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:47:05.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life: Illustrated and Incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I remember when I was in college and we were just beginning to have electric typewriters that offered more than one font type AND size. That meant that if I had a paper to write and the prof had given page number parameters, I could cram in more words with a smaller font. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a designer I've also known for a long time that if you don't have much to say (or nothing at all to say) you can do that more engagingly by illustrating it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpXcC06C0CI/AAAAAAAAGPk/HvOXtf5zfN0/s320/2907587289_69d8bf7d96-480x360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374443671456501794" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I have not yet convinced you to click to the next blog or return to Facebook or even go back outside for one last romp through the sprinklers, then I will simply say that you are reading (and viewing) at your own risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My day began (well, after I left the house, anyhow) with a visit to Dr. Gabor's office for a blood draw. The first tech "missed" and the second one had to go for my other arm before striking a productive vein. Still, I was out of there quickly and on my way to the office. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am honestly fascinated by all that they can tell from testing the blood. As one who has a family history that includes all sorts of things (including diabetes) that are often diagnoses by blood tests, doctors seem to be happy to test mine annually and I am happy for them to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpXcCGsThSI/AAAAAAAAGPU/aG7XsV5U1X0/s320/skype+name.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374443659050845474" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day at the office was relatively routine. I'm not complaining about that at all and that should not be taken to mean that I didn't do anything interesting or important. I did spend a good bit of time interacting with people through email. I'm starting to forget how we functioned before we had it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My INBOX has been a little out of control for the past week or two. I was pleased to get it down to a manageable level between yesterday and today's focused attention on doing just that. And no, I didn't just DELETE things randomly, though I admit to having threatened that on occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On project I'm working on this week involved the production of a draft document (using WORD) which then needed to be shared with a colleague who works in Dallas with Wycliffe's primary strategic partner organization, SIL for his input and additions before we jointly share it more broadly. For various reasons that are even more irrelevant to this story than what I've already included, email was the chosen method of sharing. Problem is, somewhere between my OUTBOX and his INBOX, the file was converted into something that was useless (and huge). After a couple attempts, we resorted to other technology -- and I transfered the document to him through SKYPE. Click, zoom, done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpXcBiWb0_I/AAAAAAAAGPM/WzaXNZmDNO8/s320/fantasy+football.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374443649295438834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before 5 pm, I gathered up my belongings and headed down to the computer training lab where I met with some of my colleagues with whom I am playing Fantasy Football this year for our player DRAFT. The process of ten teams/owners selecting fifteen players each took around two hours. It was fun -- at least I know I had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime later in the season I'll share my team logo and my drafted team. I will potentially blog about that again before the season is over -- but doubt it will be even as frequently as weekly. But then again, who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpXcBFDFAcI/AAAAAAAAGPE/kTOy5eM6ULY/s320/213835main_08pd0697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374443641429623234" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I thought I'd give you a glimpse into my tomorrow-but-actually-Friday: the shuttle has been rescheduled to go just after midnight tomorrow night (making it technically Friday morning) and I plan to join a few other colleagues for the trip out to the coast to watch it up close. Not from the Cape itself -- we aren't fortunate enough to have tickets for that. But from the river. I've not seen a night launch from up close and fear there won't be many more opportunities. You will hear about that from me sometime before the weekend passes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/20896253-7608382700158985022?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7608382700158985022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-life-illustrated-and-incomplete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7608382700158985022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7608382700158985022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-life-illustrated-and-incomplete.html' title='A Day in the Life: Illustrated and Incomplete'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpXcC06C0CI/AAAAAAAAGPk/HvOXtf5zfN0/s72-c/2907587289_69d8bf7d96-480x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5466147284128129549</id><published>2009-08-25T20:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:55:49.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Teeth, et al</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpSINOXZy6I/AAAAAAAAGO4/Ji4hApXmf9k/s1600-h/1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpSINOXZy6I/AAAAAAAAGO4/Ji4hApXmf9k/s400/1121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374070016135777186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something clicked this morning and I started making phone calls for the purpose of making appointments. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor (fasting blood draw and basic). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opthamologist (eye check and new Rx for new contacts). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentist (cleaning, X-rays and exam). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured that between my this and that, I would likely get all of this accomplished before the holidays kick into full swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am only about a month late on the doctor appointment. No worries there.  It has been nearly two years on the eyes and that means it's time. The dentist...well...it has been a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dentist had a last-minute cancellation and so I went this afternoon. I go back in three weeks to spend a few hours dealing aggressively with the two issues that showed on the X-rays/exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have the blood draw in the morning tomorrow and then go back for the rest in on week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting to hear from the opthamologist. I didn't call there, I requested the appointment via their website. Hey, I had to try to see if that worked. Theoretically it should be easy. Like I said, we'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, whatever clicked in my head, I'm glad it did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5466147284128129549?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5466147284128129549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/clean-teeth-et-al.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5466147284128129549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5466147284128129549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/clean-teeth-et-al.html' title='Clean Teeth, et al'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpSINOXZy6I/AAAAAAAAGO4/Ji4hApXmf9k/s72-c/1121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4551715434643475267</id><published>2009-08-24T06:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:53:40.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>Immersion or Sprinkling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpJue9r-zGI/AAAAAAAAGOs/r2c-67Fz-os/s1600-h/IMG_2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpJue9r-zGI/AAAAAAAAGOs/r2c-67Fz-os/s400/IMG_2572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373478783640587362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've been to Millennium Park in Chicago, you might recognize this fountain/art. This is one of two box buildings from which water gushes and which emit images of faces. (Inadequate description. Sorry.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was there this month with Tammy, Julie and Sandy (who took the photo -- thanks for sharing), I had an urge to stand under the falling water. It was, I suspect, somewhat motivated by the temperatures -- but not entirely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had excuses both times we were near this installation -- spending the day in soaking wet clothes as the first and not wanting to get our borrowed car wet was the second. So, instead of taking the plunge, as it were, I stood close by the falling water and imagined what it might be light to take that last step back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it was the responsible thing to do. Still, I wonder what it would be like to stand, drenched to the skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if I'm regretting having missed the experience or regretting having not overcome the excuses more.  Now, don't get me wrong, I do know that I have (as John Ortberg would say it) stepped out of the boat on occasion -- but I also know that my natural tendency is to do the safe thing. To stay dry. To keep my arms and legs inside the vehicle and my seatbelt fastened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next time I visit the Windy City I will get a chance to submit myself to this baptism and will not hesitate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4551715434643475267?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4551715434643475267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/immersion-or-sprinkling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4551715434643475267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4551715434643475267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/immersion-or-sprinkling.html' title='Immersion or Sprinkling?'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpJue9r-zGI/AAAAAAAAGOs/r2c-67Fz-os/s72-c/IMG_2572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6341793619670021833</id><published>2009-08-23T21:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:04:24.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpHx4SuBa2I/AAAAAAAAGOg/G-FlDqZFL4E/s1600-h/bottle_24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpHx4SuBa2I/AAAAAAAAGOg/G-FlDqZFL4E/s400/bottle_24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373341779829549922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not a ketchup fanatic, but I am sure I've consumed a fair quantity of this stuff in my lifetime. And yes, I'm pretty sure that this is my favorite brand.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heinz has been making and selling ketchup since 1869. One hundred and forty years. Crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the interesting thing (for me, anyhow) -- if you go to heinz.com you'll find that they are on message in every category to near perfection. I enjoy seeing companies who know what their BRAND identity is all about and are intentional and dogmatic about maintaining that identity in all they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my early memories of the HEINZ brand via television is of a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_vssdys8lk"&gt;commercial&lt;/a&gt;, but only recently did I realize that Matt Le Blanc was the actor who co-starred with the ketchup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/20896253-6341793619670021833?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6341793619670021833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/ketchup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6341793619670021833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6341793619670021833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpHx4SuBa2I/AAAAAAAAGOg/G-FlDqZFL4E/s72-c/bottle_24.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8218412278499327646</id><published>2009-08-22T14:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:48:55.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zinger Pull Chain Switch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpA3_k39RMI/AAAAAAAAGOA/AhCxfuPKSx4/s1600-h/BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpA3_k39RMI/AAAAAAAAGOA/AhCxfuPKSx4/s200/BIG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372855920822666434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just stubborn enough that I will use a good bit of time in pursuit of fixing a thing that "should be" easy enough to fix. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than a week ago Dad pulled the chain that controls the speed of the ceiling fan's rotation and it broke off. He's been living with "fan ON and stuck at medium" for all this time. Yesterday he carried the ladder in to see if he could attach the new chain he picked up at Wal-Mart only to discover that there was nothing to attach that chain to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got up this morning, I thought I'd take a look myself and came to the same conclusion -- this was going to take more than just a climb up the ladder to remedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took apart what needed to be taken apart to get a better look at (what I now know is) the Zinger Pull Chain Switch. [&lt;i&gt;The image is NOT the same switch...it is only a single switch and not a 4-wire, 3-way switch like I've bonded with on my Saturday.&lt;/i&gt;] It didn't take too long to determine that we needed to find a replacement switch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it certainly did not take any arm twisting to add Lowe's to Saturday's produce market and library list of errands. I had a few things I wanted to get "next time I'm at a Lowe's or Home Depot" so the agenda for our hot and humid August morning was quickly set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very (very, very) helpful staff at Lowe's quickly found the replacement part of us and we were on our way.  [&lt;i&gt;I'm wondering if they're putting customer service on steroids there -- we were warmly and happily approached by no less than 5 staff in our time there, all wanting to be so helpful and encouraging -- wondering if we're working on any projects that we'd like help on. I should have invited one of them home immediately&lt;/i&gt;.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpA8DUEAuWI/AAAAAAAAGOI/mARYYHHv8JI/s320/ceiling_fan_250x251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372860383075809634" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once home, I read the instructions (try not to pass out) and headed back up the ladder with confidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour later, I'm admitting that this not going to be one of those project about which I wonder "why did I put that off for so long" because it turns out to be much easier than I'd thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I "think" that the switch I purchased is faulty -- but really how would I know that. I'll pick up another on the way home from church tomorrow. I'm not driving 25 miles round trip to potentially fail again. [&lt;i&gt;You can see how my attitude has shifted from "DIY QUEEN of the UNIVERSE" to "Where is Andrew or any of the other (very handsome) handyman types from HGTV or DIY or any other network for that matter??"&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I think I'll plant a plant in a pot and then take a nap. I'm very good at both of those activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8218412278499327646?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8218412278499327646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/zinger-pull-chain-switch.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8218412278499327646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8218412278499327646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/zinger-pull-chain-switch.html' title='Zinger Pull Chain Switch'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SpA3_k39RMI/AAAAAAAAGOA/AhCxfuPKSx4/s72-c/BIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6305522950791687164</id><published>2009-08-21T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:10:44.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>10 conclusions from this day</title><content type='html'>1. i must see my opthamologist soon for new contact lenses - my current ones have been a major contributor to  far too many headaches these past two weeks&lt;br /&gt;2. thunderstorms are brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;3. i want to go to improv camp -- do that have that for middle-aged women?&lt;br /&gt;4. the gator nation is a powerful force&lt;br /&gt;5. a hand full of tootsie rolls in a little brown bag can be a fantastic treat&lt;br /&gt;6. there's an ap for that&lt;br /&gt;7. there is a reason they call it the rainy season&lt;br /&gt;8. i'd best get to making a plan for the fantasy football draft -- like, what will I wear?&lt;br /&gt;9. i am not insane&lt;br /&gt;10. laughter oils the gearbox in my brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6305522950791687164?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6305522950791687164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-conclusions-from-this-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6305522950791687164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6305522950791687164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-conclusions-from-this-day.html' title='10 conclusions from this day'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6028423193361734774</id><published>2009-08-20T06:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:44:30.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Open Sourcing the Gospel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/So0nTl-eqnI/AAAAAAAAGNk/i3CVo8Mt5o8/s1600-h/3821657267_057d623884_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/So0nTl-eqnI/AAAAAAAAGNk/i3CVo8Mt5o8/s400/3821657267_057d623884_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371993148088035954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/So0lY3FeDeI/AAAAAAAAGNc/ZA6AO2kusq0/s1600-h/WhyBibleTranslation.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night as I was pondering this idea of outsourcing sermons I let my mind wander. Before I knew it, I was asking what it looks like to open source the Gospel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(By this I don't mean outsource in the sense that we just hire other people to do the work or "open source" in a sense that everyone takes the parts they like and then uses those to create their own paths to redemption and reconciliation -- I still hold that Christ was not kidding when he said that "I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. No one comes to the Father but by me.")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking more in lines of making the platform of the Gospel available to everyone to apply to their own contexts. That's what I understand open source to be relative to software development anyhow (in my limited understanding). I'm pretty sure that a critical part of making that possible is that the Word of God -- the Word who created the earth and everything/everyone in it and the Word who became human and moved into the neighborhood, filled with grace and truth and the Word which has been translated into words and whose flesh has become the Church -- that Word must be translated to include everyone. That would suggest that the words must be translated into the languages of every people and that what will follow will be the incarnation of Christ as the Church is established among every people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say "every" for two reasons -- the nature of Christ demands inclusion and the Word itself refers to people from every nation, tribe, tongue and people worshipping around the throne in heaven. "Every" is God's idea, not some political or social agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this understanding of the Gospel, there are two interdependent movements that are essential: Bible translation and church planting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PHOTO: Reading Gapapaiwa New Testament. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People enjoying reading New Testaments in their own language for the first time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo by Jonathan Federwitz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6028423193361734774?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6028423193361734774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-sourcing-gospel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6028423193361734774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6028423193361734774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-sourcing-gospel.html' title='Open Sourcing the Gospel'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/So0nTl-eqnI/AAAAAAAAGNk/i3CVo8Mt5o8/s72-c/3821657267_057d623884_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-472146397838794085</id><published>2009-08-18T20:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:01:08.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>A Call to Destructive Behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/So06ZnLTP8I/AAAAAAAAGN0/NxhpBILsTsA/s1600-h/outsource-homework.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372014142210392002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/So06ZnLTP8I/AAAAAAAAGN0/NxhpBILsTsA/s400/outsource-homework.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As Hamel continued, I must have realized that I was not going to be able to keep up with him because my notes start getting less and less complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after he said that we must (in order to catch up with the pace of change in the world which is our context for ministry) (1) overcome the temptation to take refuge in denial and (2) generate more strategic options, he said that (3) what we're doing now has to be destructed before the new can be built. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world does one accomplish that and, well, isn't that dangerous? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarification came to me with this next directive: CHALLENGE YOUR OWN ORTHODOXY. His instruction is to consider what has not changed for 3-5 years (and in that he implies "or longer") and ask WHY? Those long-lasting things are "orthodoxy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he started to toss out ideas of ways that the church could do this, my head started to swim (the good kind of head-swimming) with questions and wonders. He asked evocative questions. Why don't we outsource sermons -- put the topic out there a week or two ahead of time and let people contribute to it -- participate in it's development. Why don't we bring lap tops to church for note taking and online interaction? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The further down in the trenches you are, the easier it is to mistake the edge of the rut with the horizon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just about everyone who took notes (whether it was like me in the mole skin or like many by Tweeting) got that one recorded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you're looking at all of those things that have become "orthodoxy" for you -- and arguing with yourself about why it's okay that you're holding on to tightly to strategies that don't work any more and to programs that are ineffective, ask yourself this question: Am I more committed to redemption, renewal and restoration or to policies, processes and procedures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-472146397838794085?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/472146397838794085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/call-to-destructive-behavior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/472146397838794085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/472146397838794085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/call-to-destructive-behavior.html' title='A Call to Destructive Behavior'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/So06ZnLTP8I/AAAAAAAAGN0/NxhpBILsTsA/s72-c/outsource-homework.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-3719627657384506441</id><published>2009-08-18T06:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:17:44.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><title type='text'>Birds in Bushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sop_QURnQqI/AAAAAAAAGNA/8Pvr1PCUmsA/s1600-h/1927-tee_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sop_QURnQqI/AAAAAAAAGNA/8Pvr1PCUmsA/s320/1927-tee_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371245423889957538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Gary Hamel, continued&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the temptation to take refuge in denial must be overcome and Hamel gave some great ways to ensure that it happens. I had no idea when I blogged those notes yesterday morning that I'd have a chance to see them lived out during the day. The executive leadership from Wycliffe USA and from SIL International met together all day (something we are making a habit) and a simplified version of what we did together was that we engaged in battle against denial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hamel's next point is that leaders who want to lead organizations and movements that are engaged and relevant in a culture that is changing at the speed of light is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Generate More Strategic Options&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He instructed us to not hold so tightly to the bird in the hand -- suggesting that one of the two or three in the bush might be a better option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the illustrations he used to express this need for generating more strategic options comes from nature -- oak trees and acorn. He said that most acorns are fully capable of producing an oak tree. The key is finding the right conditions for that to happen -- the right soil, light, water, season combination. "Acorns are a search strategy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, among the examples he offered of how this is working today - in the age of social media and everyone having a voice - was &lt;a href="http://www.ideastorm.com/ideaAbout?pt=About+IdeaStorm"&gt;Dell's IDEASTORM&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sop-tZqXg6I/AAAAAAAAGM4/dGNhC3k0bvI/s320/696-tee_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371244824040539042" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he gave other examples that I didn't write down, &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/"&gt;Threadless&lt;/a&gt; came to mind -- a t-shirt company that (among other things) makes and sells &lt;a href="http://twitter.threadless.com/"&gt;t-shirts that contain text from Twitter messages&lt;/a&gt;. People come to the site and vote on the ones that they'd wear and not wear each week and the winners are created and offered to the public for sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started asking myself what I can do to open up the conversation to more people -- in Wycliffe, for example. What would that look like?  How could we make that work better than it does now?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/20896253-3719627657384506441?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/3719627657384506441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/birds-in-bushes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3719627657384506441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3719627657384506441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/birds-in-bushes.html' title='Birds in Bushes'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sop_QURnQqI/AAAAAAAAGNA/8Pvr1PCUmsA/s72-c/1927-tee_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2166973802966136501</id><published>2009-08-16T21:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:22:06.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><title type='text'>Umption in my Gumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoizVbGcqiI/AAAAAAAAGMs/Nosw5ay7QwE/s400/3795810425_227312f477_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370739736272742946" /&gt;Gary Hamel presented session #2 at the Leadership Summit. I was tuned in to listen right away because of the intro John Ortberg gave him -- and I was not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The world is becoming more turbulent faster than most organizations are becoming resilient." He said that our problem is inertia -- living and doing ministry at a time when the pace of change is in hyperdrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made some recommendations for those organizations and individuals who want to continue to be relevant and effective in this new world -- a new world that Bill Hybels had already warned is here to stay in session 1. &lt;i&gt;I'm going to share the first one tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Overcome the temptation to take refuge in denial.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He suggested that the good news about this one is that denial follows a know pattern and can be identified -- and if you can identify it, you can combat it more easily. That pattern looks something like this: DISMISS; RATIONALIZE; MITIGATE; CONFRONT. "Every organization is successful until it is not." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the powerhouse statements that he made about this tendency for organizations to choose denial over reality is rather...well, rather convicting.  "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;When an organization misses the future, it's not because the future was unknowable. It's because the future was unpalatable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hamel then gave these three things leaders can do to avoid denial:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a) Cultivate a culture on unflinching honesty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(b) Question your beliefs (not your creeds or practices)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c) Listen to renegades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I am chewing this over again -- at a pace a bit slower than I could last week -- Hamel is a fast talking (literally, not figuratively). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where, in Wycliffe's cultures, do we cultivate a culture of unflinching honesty? And where don't we?  Where do we, in actual fact, cultivate a culture of nodding heads and pasted on grins?  &lt;i&gt;Now, for all sorts of reasons I'm not going to fill this blog with names and departments and scenarios ("honesty" should sometimes be delivered privately). But I'm asking God to help me see that specifically where I am called to wield influence. Where I have responsibility. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I'm asking--beyond Wycliffe USA's "Results to Achieve" (some organizations call them Ends or Goals) and our "Core Values"--what needs to be poked at more vigorously and called into question?  Where have we ignored the signs of ineffectiveness (that is, where are we in denial about programs that are well loved or that are long-standing and therefore have been deemed "the way we do it") and where are we telling ourselves that certain things are not our responsibility when they in fact could be changed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, well, I'm asking myself who the renegades are to whom I need to be listening.  And what distinguishes a renegade from a complainer or someone who just likes the sound of her own voice (or his...that is a trait that plagues both genders)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes my head hurt. But the cause of Bible translation and the ultimate building of the Kingdom is too important to be crippled by leaders who are unwilling to roll up their sleeves and do the hard work of change in order to avoid the aspirin bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2166973802966136501?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2166973802966136501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/umption-in-my-gumption.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2166973802966136501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2166973802966136501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/umption-in-my-gumption.html' title='Umption in my Gumption'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoizVbGcqiI/AAAAAAAAGMs/Nosw5ay7QwE/s72-c/3795810425_227312f477_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7462425167829845721</id><published>2009-08-15T07:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:21:33.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I'm a Loaner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoanOsTidvI/AAAAAAAAGMg/vZWm7eq-mh0/s1600-h/3797920765_30b5cbfc8c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoanOsTidvI/AAAAAAAAGMg/vZWm7eq-mh0/s400/3797920765_30b5cbfc8c_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370163476539012850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica was interviewed at the Leadership Summit last week. I'd heard about Kiva before that hour, but I'd not paid all that much attention to the story or the strategy. Last week I listened. I was taken in by three aspects of this venture and found myself compelled to at least try it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, my mind was captured by the idea itself -- the simplicity and the goodness of it. Invite people to make small loans directly to people who need those loans. Use systems already in place for part of that process and build systems for others parts (but only when a system is necessary). Charge a low interest on those loans so that repayment is possible. Make these loans to those who can't secure regular bank loans -- the hard-working poor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the goodness of the idea, my hear was captured by the stories of people who have been and continue to be impacted by this simple idea.  Here is Lourdes Arambulo's story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lourdes Arambuloo, who lives in the island village in the town of Binangonan, Rizal Province in the Philippines, is a woman of courage who maintains hope in her ability to rise above poverty. Happily married to Felix, a 37-year-old fisherman and her business partner, she is a mother to three boys and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourdes joined ASHI (Ahon Sa Hirap, Inc.), an MFI and KIVA partner in the Philippines, in 1999, and during her ten years as a member of ASHI, she has been noted for her exemplary performance in meeting her obligations in the organization. Her previous loans were carefully used as rolling capital for her fishing business. Because fishing allows her to earn just enough income for her family needs, she recently ventured into raising pigs, an enterprise that will bring her enough profit to save for the future of her children. Fishing will now become her secondary business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now requesting her ninth loan, 45,000 pesos to pay for 10 piglets, 26 sacks of assorted feeds, vitamins and transportation expenses. Lourdes is hopeful that the trust and opportunity given by ASHI and KIVA, coupled with hard work, will allow her to reach her dreams of expanding her business, sending her children to school, and building a new and more spacious house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, who doesn't want to be a part of that kind of healthy development?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there is the Spirit of God speaking to me and saying "this is one way." I've often asked what it looks like in our context and our world for a person like me to live out the clear commands from Scripture like those in Isaiah 58.  "&lt;i&gt;Remove the heavy yoke of oppression. Stop pointing your finger and spreading vicious rumors! Feed the hungry, and help those in trouble. Then your light will shine out from the darkness...&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've blogged before and will again about how Bible translation (the work/ministry in which I'm investing myself deeply through my vocation) fulfills this mandate. So you see, it's not that I've never had an answer or a way to do this before. I've had myriad opportunities (and have even taken a few of those) to be a part of removing yokes of oppression and of helping those in trouble. Kiva provides one more way -- a way that I'm exploring through participation right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join me if you'd like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7462425167829845721?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7462425167829845721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-loaner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7462425167829845721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7462425167829845721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-loaner.html' title='I&apos;m a Loaner'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoanOsTidvI/AAAAAAAAGMg/vZWm7eq-mh0/s72-c/3797920765_30b5cbfc8c_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-3396957724376237230</id><published>2009-08-14T06:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:58:36.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>You can ignore it, but it won't go away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoVCuXqoPqI/AAAAAAAAGMM/MfsTWycmgEE/s1600-h/socialmedialandscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoVCuXqoPqI/AAAAAAAAGMM/MfsTWycmgEE/s400/socialmedialandscape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369771495103413922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us (individually if we're over 40 years old and organizationally) are already running to catch up with this new thing. The learning curve is steep because it's not so much about the technology (we've survived new technology before) as it is about a new world view. If you've been thinking that you can ignore Social Media for a few months and it, too, will die in popularity like salad shooters and mood rings, then you're going to wake up in a few years more confused than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm already confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're needing to get a sense of just how powerful and how widespread this revolution has already spread, then the video below is a good place for that conversation to start. (Thanks to Lynn who posted this on Facebook from YouTube where I saw it and grabbed it to post on my blog. Next step? I'll Tweet it. Crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIFYPQjYhv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIFYPQjYhv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-3396957724376237230?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/3396957724376237230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-can-ignore-it-but-it-wont-go-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3396957724376237230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3396957724376237230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-can-ignore-it-but-it-wont-go-away.html' title='You can ignore it, but it won&apos;t go away...'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoVCuXqoPqI/AAAAAAAAGMM/MfsTWycmgEE/s72-c/socialmedialandscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6786458934571730014</id><published>2009-08-13T06:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:48:57.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><title type='text'>Millennium Park - Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoPs99yWUvI/AAAAAAAAGMA/jRSu55MWQBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoPs99yWUvI/AAAAAAAAGMA/jRSu55MWQBQ/s320/IMG_1278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369395730057679602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plan was simple: meet in Chicago and attend Willow Creek's Leadership Summit together and then stay a couple days extra to play in the Windy City. Julie, Sandy, Tammy and I did just that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday morning we woke up to rain (it had been raining all of Friday), but the forecast promised the rain would move on and the sun would shine. While we did linger a bit longer than planned over the coffee at the hotel, we did not really alter our plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the driver, I chose a route from Schaumburg to the Loop that had us cross the north side of the city on Irving Park -- I enjoy those neighborhoods -- and then drop south on Lake Shore Drive. We parked in the Millennium Parking Garage under the park/art institute. With Lalapalooza in town all weekend (3 days of concerts at Grant Park) all the garages were charging "event" prices, so picking one place and leaving the car there was the plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a couple of hours playing in the park. The two places that engaged us the most were the bean and the fountain. Okay, I probably enjoyed the fountain the most of any of us -- or maybe I'm just assuming that because I'm the one who had to take off my shoes and roll up my pant legs so I could splash around with all of the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At noon we found seats in the shade near the stage and enjoyed a FREE jazz quintet (soprano sax with strings) concert before heading to lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I've got photos on my laptop which I'll load on to another blog entry later -- maybe even later today. This photo is from my phone and is already loaded on the home computer.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6786458934571730014?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6786458934571730014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/millennium-park-chicago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6786458934571730014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6786458934571730014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/millennium-park-chicago.html' title='Millennium Park - Chicago'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoPs99yWUvI/AAAAAAAAGMA/jRSu55MWQBQ/s72-c/IMG_1278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5845756773115529741</id><published>2009-08-12T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:36:47.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>The Leadership Summit (aka #TLS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoPslKC_DII/AAAAAAAAGL4/fKS3V8uRPrE/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoPslKC_DII/AAAAAAAAGL4/fKS3V8uRPrE/s200/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369395303851953282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I did not blog during or immediately following the Leadership Summit this year (like I did last year), I am not sure I'll go back and do it. It's possible that I will use future blog space to think through the notes I took. You know, a little cud chewing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5845756773115529741?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5845756773115529741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/leadership-summit-aka-tls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5845756773115529741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5845756773115529741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/leadership-summit-aka-tls.html' title='The Leadership Summit (aka #TLS)'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SoPslKC_DII/AAAAAAAAGL4/fKS3V8uRPrE/s72-c/IMG_1268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-792023512713009248</id><published>2009-08-07T23:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:40:10.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing on YouTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AM7zb5FMmLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AM7zb5FMmLM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we should be sleeping soon...but started playing oldies from our youth now found on YouTube. Like this one. Oh my. If we would have had the right technology (aka cables), we could have played these on the big screen and had kareokee night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-792023512713009248?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/792023512713009248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-on-youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/792023512713009248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/792023512713009248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-on-youtube.html' title='Playing on YouTube'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7159097550962476246</id><published>2009-08-01T17:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:28:22.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Breathe Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="501" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5718523&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=4698ab&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5718523&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=4698ab&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="501" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt; I first heard this song on a recording by &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lost Dogs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; quite a few years ago.  It was Track 18 on their 1992 release &lt;a href="http://www.thelostdogs.com/music/scenicroutes/"&gt;Scenic Route&lt;/a&gt;s. When I read the playlist on that recording I find myself able to hum all of them and recall the lyrics for most (at least for parts of the songs).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vernon and the team offered this version in worship recently and I was, as I often am, amazed by the power of the right song as part of a whole -- with other music and Scripture reading and a sermon and the lights and graphics. All of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was also reminded of why I love this song which so clearly reminds us that ALL are loved by God and ALL are invited to breathe deep of his very breath. He does not ask us to straighten out our act or get our stuff together or make things right or figure them out BEFORE we are loved, invited, included. He promises to walk with us through all of that mess and do the straightening and cleaning and restoring for us. He knows we can't do it ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am also reminded that many of the things that we think divide us (status, titles, roles and such) actually don't. Or only do because we let them, but by letting them we are listening to the one who deceives and divides rather than the One who is Truth, the One in whom everything is brought together in unity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lyrics are in the video above, but I'll put them here too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe Deep (The Breath of God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;(Music and lyrics by Terry Taylor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Politicians, morticians, Philistines, homophobes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Skinheads, Dead heads, tax evaders, street kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Alcoholics, workaholics, wise guys, dim wits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Blue collars, white collars, war mongers, peace nicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Suicidals, rock idols, shut-ins, drop outs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Friendless, homeless, penniless and depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Presidents, residents, foreigners and aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Dissidents, feminists, xenophobes and chauvinists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Evolutionists, creationists, perverts, slum lords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Dead-beats, athletes, Protestants and Catholics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Housewives, neophytes, pro-choice, pro-life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Misogynists, monogamists, philanthropists, blacks and whites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Police, obese, lawyers, and government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sex offenders, tax collectors, war vets, rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Atheists, Scientists, racists, sadists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Biographers, photographers, artists, pornographers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Gays and lesbians, demagogues and thesbians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;The disabled, preachers, doctors and teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Meat eaters, wife beaters, judges and jurys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Long hair, no hair, everybody everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Breathe deep the Breath of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7159097550962476246?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7159097550962476246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/breathe-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7159097550962476246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7159097550962476246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/08/breathe-deep.html' title='Breathe Deep'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8297524047461991359</id><published>2009-07-29T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:58:42.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ted Dekker: GREEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SnD-LpYa9WI/AAAAAAAAGBA/QHRmEIvYygs/s1600-h/greencardfront-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SnD-LpYa9WI/AAAAAAAAGBA/QHRmEIvYygs/s400/greencardfront-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364066632238560610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SnD6xsnWcjI/AAAAAAAAGAw/eJ6KMXBChlI/s1600-h/greencardfront.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember which one of Dekker's books I read first, but once I'd read one, I was quickly on my way to becoming a fan.  A few months ago I took the "Circle Trilogy" on a long trip and read all three in the span of about 10 days. It's hard to explain the experience, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not one to think that any fiction work is for everyone -- but if suspense/fantasy/sci-fi is interesting to you at all and you've not read any of Dekker's work, you should at least give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A month or so ago I became aware that the next book in this series -- GREEN -- will be released soon. Then, not long after hearing that, I was invited by a marketing deal to which I subscribe to promote the book with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Essentially I can invite people to go to the website and sign up to receive info about the book when it's published (including a discount coupon for the book) and by doing go I become eligible for fabulous prizes (you know, autographed books and some amazing trip). Truth is, I'm not all that fired up for the prizes (though a trip is always cool). I just want to pass on the op for a coupon to you if you are wanting to purchase the book anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, go to the website and sign up if you want to. When you do, you can give them my code number and that will get me "credit" toward whatever it is I get credit for. (I really did read it when I signed up. I just didn't care that much.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;That code is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;6970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, I'm not at all sure why the graphic above lost a layer of it's color. Bummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And, here is some info about the book. There is way, way more on the website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SnD9jR9JbDI/AAAAAAAAGA4/_tFeJar__z4/s400/About-Green.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364065938755382322" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8297524047461991359?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8297524047461991359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/ted-dekker-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8297524047461991359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8297524047461991359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/ted-dekker-green.html' title='Ted Dekker: GREEN'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SnD-LpYa9WI/AAAAAAAAGBA/QHRmEIvYygs/s72-c/greencardfront-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-639402011333955840</id><published>2009-07-28T12:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:05:40.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URBANA&apos;09'/><title type='text'>Wycliffe "at" URBANA'09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sm8n57N-PTI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/OzsSExJ9f4o/s1600-h/wycliffe-at-URBANA09---pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363549557323873586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sm8n57N-PTI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/OzsSExJ9f4o/s400/wycliffe-at-URBANA09---pray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I will potentially (and probably) blog about over these next months is URBANA. It's a great conference hosted by InterVarsity every three years that I've attended twice in my lifetime (1987 and 2000) and which I'll attend again this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already posted some comments about it on Facebook and have Tweeted about it. Blogging is sure to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we build the on-site team and develop our strategies for the event, one of my priorities is to provide tools to that team that will enable them to effectively engage a prayer-team to support the work we'll be doing. The graphic above is one of those tools -- an represents a small collection of digital graphics that we'll be able to email to people or put on blogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-639402011333955840?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/639402011333955840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/wycliffeurbana09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/639402011333955840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/639402011333955840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/wycliffeurbana09.html' title='Wycliffe &quot;at&quot; URBANA&apos;09'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sm8n57N-PTI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/OzsSExJ9f4o/s72-c/wycliffe-at-URBANA09---pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6418487758283523829</id><published>2009-07-27T07:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:21:40.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sm2Lh_OE14I/AAAAAAAAF_M/2ft_wdACOUc/s400/chicago-theatre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363096147290544002" /&gt;Next week I'm flying to the Windy City to meet up with a few friends. We're going to attend Willow Creek's Leadership Summit together and then will spend the weekend doing a bunch of whatever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago is a great city for that. Parks, museums, neighborhoods, zoos, shoreline and skyscrapers.  Oh, and millions and millions of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been exploring our options -- making lists of things we could do if we choose to. It's one of these deals where we want to squeeze all we can out of the time, but the highest value is being together. The place is, well, frosting.  Bonus (and a great bonus, no denying).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time we were all together was the first time we were all together -- and that was a year ago Spring in Thailand. There we (in various combinations) rode elephants and enjoyed a number of eating adventures, we sat in meetings and visited the pink-shirt ladies for foot massage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've each traveled thousands of miles (literally and figurative) over this past year plus. It's been a joy to do that together (figuratively, but really). I'm looking forward to some literal together time, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6418487758283523829?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6418487758283523829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6418487758283523829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6418487758283523829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sm2Lh_OE14I/AAAAAAAAF_M/2ft_wdACOUc/s72-c/chicago-theatre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-3607418608526590873</id><published>2009-07-24T19:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:21:56.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cootie Brown'/><title type='text'>The World Calls it Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Smo9ZRoOvuI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/XzVyPfhSraI/s1600-h/DSC00934.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Smo9ZRoOvuI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/XzVyPfhSraI/s400/DSC00934.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362165810776162018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cootie enjoys socc...er...football. She likes the thrill of it. The competition. The companionship. The grass stains and sweat and especially the snacks after the game.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was thrilled to hear about the good fortune of the US team this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Smo_-gsc1AI/AAAAAAAAF-g/QieznSEZskY/s200/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362168649498809346" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHICAGO (July 23, 2009) -- The U.S. earned a trip to their third straight CONCACAF Gold Cup Final, following Thursday's 2-0 victory against Honduras at Soldier Field in Chicago. Clarence Goodson scored the game-winner in first-half stoppage time, and Kenny Cooper added an insurance goal as the game reached 90 minutes. With the victory, the U.S. will face Mexico on Sunday at Giants Stadium in East Rutherford, N.J. Kickoff on Sunday is set for 3 p.m. ET on Fox Soccer Channel, Univision and the Futbol de Primera Radio Network.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmpAoAVPxBI/AAAAAAAAF-o/pe6KouJQPTA/s200/DSC00931.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362169362366055442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday evening and The Brownmeister thought the best thing to do (since I didn't give her the option of a chewy treat, another bowl of food, or a ride it the jeep) was to kick it around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's done that and now she is resting. With her blanket. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-3607418608526590873?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/3607418608526590873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/world-calls-it-football.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3607418608526590873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3607418608526590873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/world-calls-it-football.html' title='The World Calls it Football'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Smo9ZRoOvuI/AAAAAAAAF-Y/XzVyPfhSraI/s72-c/DSC00934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6286056500553418740</id><published>2009-07-22T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:32:18.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for sharing this, Angela! I'll post without further commentary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6286056500553418740?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6286056500553418740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-celebration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6286056500553418740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6286056500553418740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-celebration.html' title='Wedding Celebration'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8268406766450702216</id><published>2009-07-22T06:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:44:05.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>Kindle Kindling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Smbq2iBbDQI/AAAAAAAAF9w/o6XXU_gJrOQ/s1600-h/feat-libr-300px._V251249390_.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Smbq2iBbDQI/AAAAAAAAF9w/o6XXU_gJrOQ/s320/feat-libr-300px._V251249390_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361230628997762306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me at all, you can't be surprised that I think these are very cool tools!  The Kindle (first and second generation) not only works, it it beautiful to look at and quite nice to hold.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I travel, the more I think that being able to load a whole pile of books onto a small but easily viewable device like this is a good thing. Add the ability to also load dozens of magazine/newspaper publications and it's nearly irresistible. The fact that this loading is done over a G3 network at no fee beyond the purchase of the publication is brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out a few months ago that you can also upload PDF files to this device (for now, through a website -- but soon they will be directly loadable if I understand correctly) makes the deal is so sweet I need a cup of coffee with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Smbq-oAyA-I/AAAAAAAAF94/PLmUt0NhY7U/s200/feat-pencil-300px._V251249385_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361230768044639202" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing even has a long battery life -- actually makes it through a 36 hour door to door trip to the other side of the globe without a recharge. And the size - it leaves loads of room in the backpack for other travel essentials,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when the&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00154JDAI/?tag=googhydr-20&amp;amp;hvadid=3254143971&amp;amp;ref=pd_sl_177pa6cuyf_e"&gt; 2.0 version was introduced by Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; and the price began to do as prices of technology are supposed to do, what kept me from clicking on the &lt;i&gt;Add to Shopping Cart&lt;/i&gt; button and calling it mine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I travel and take a new book or two with me (usually fiction), I sometimes bring those books home in my suitcase -- but I often pass them on to someone else who either also travels or who lives where English books are not so readily available as they are where I live. You can't share books purchased on the Kindle unless you also share the device. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmbrHTGkScI/AAAAAAAAF-A/akVMrriOk9Y/s400/earths-biggest-selection-450px._V251249388_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361230917050583490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that may seem incidental -- and ultimately it might be less of a reason than it has been for me so far. But, sharing books is one of the things I love about books. Libraries are built on the value of sharing books and now also include sharing other things. I love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then yesterday Eric Twittered about &lt;a href="http://slate.com/id/2223214"&gt;this article on slate.com&lt;/a&gt; in which Farhad Manjoo suggests that the technology which lets Amazon.com delete an e.book from the Kindle owned by anyone "on network" whenever they want to paves the way for book-banning like we've never experienced. This article is fascinating if you are at all willing to consider any sort of conspiracy theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have friends who have these and love them -- friends who are not as easily lured into the latest gadgetry as I am. Will I take the Kindle plunge one of these days? Perhaps. The jury is still out, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8268406766450702216?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8268406766450702216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/kindle-kindling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8268406766450702216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8268406766450702216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/kindle-kindling.html' title='Kindle Kindling'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Smbq2iBbDQI/AAAAAAAAF9w/o6XXU_gJrOQ/s72-c/feat-libr-300px._V251249390_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-3527740715309492655</id><published>2009-07-20T19:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:00:31.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cootie Brown'/><title type='text'>Cootie Trades "Camp" for "Spa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmUCVftIZCI/AAAAAAAAF9g/-lxQB_dz-vI/s1600-h/IMG_1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmUCVftIZCI/AAAAAAAAF9g/-lxQB_dz-vI/s400/IMG_1237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360693499765744674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may remember that Cootie Brown is a regular guest at Hubbard's Cupboard and an occasional blog contributer as well. A couple of years back when I had just started to blog with any regularity, Cootie stayed with me for a spell and we enjoyed a week or so of "CAMP" with all sorts of activities appropriate for that theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she's back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriving this morning after breakfast -- on her 8th BIRTHDAY, no less -- she has decided that she'd rather go for a SPA theme for this summer stay-cation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today she spent a good bit of time out by the fountain on the patio dreaming of younger days when she'd rather hunt geckos than have her nails done. She says that the sound of water's babble makes her think of the brooks and creeks and raging rivers where he loves to ramble and hunt with her friends. I'm pretty sure that all of that romping is also in her dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll eventually grow weary of the spa treatments and we'll be on to other ventures, but for now, it is rather placid around here and I don't mind at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;If you are new to the blog and would like to catch up on Cootie's exploits, simply click on the "tag" above for "Cootie Brown" and all of the blogs which have been similarly tagged will magically assemble themselves in one long string. Oh, the joys of technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-3527740715309492655?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/3527740715309492655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/cootie-trades-camp-for-spa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3527740715309492655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3527740715309492655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/cootie-trades-camp-for-spa.html' title='Cootie Trades &quot;Camp&quot; for &quot;Spa&quot;'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmUCVftIZCI/AAAAAAAAF9g/-lxQB_dz-vI/s72-c/IMG_1237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2315050863356104280</id><published>2009-07-20T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:02:25.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FMC-Indy'/><title type='text'>Meet me in St. Louis</title><content type='html'>I made a comment on the other day on Facebook about URBANA'09 on which Janet Balasiri commented something like "I'll see you in St. Louis!"  Janet, who is on staff with InterVarsiy (the event sponsors) has leadership responsibility for a portion of the event - a significant portion, if I might say so. (&lt;i&gt;Having been a sponsor on a short term mission trip that Janet took with Faith Church to Barcelona and now having the privilege of seeing the ways that God is using her makes me proud in a way.&lt;/i&gt;) Anyhow, that comment made me think of this song:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/csw2yBYYFdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/csw2yBYYFdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also made me think about how Faith Church is having an interesting impact on URBANA'09 this year (again) - probably one that is much deeper than I'm aware of, but still. There is Janet's leadership of the Poverty tracks. Then there is a little thing like Jim Tebbe's leadership of ALL OF URBANA.  There are others who have been sent from Faith who are on staff with IV (including Don Fields, Larry and Debbie Lee, Mark and Dawn Slaughter). I'm suspecting that there are other Faith missionaries who will be representing their respective missions agencies at the event. Like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things that is requiring a good bit of my attention during these hot days of summer is planning Wycliffe USA's strategy for URBANA'09. I'm not alone in this venture by any means and that is reason for gobs of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;a href="http://www.urbana09.org/home.main.cfm"&gt;URBANA09 website&lt;/a&gt; they have FAQs. For the first question (What is Urbana?" they offerr this answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Urbana is the missions conference for North American student hosted by InterVarsity Christian Fellowship/USA and Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship of Canada. Urbana 09 will be our 22nd conference. The first "Urbana" was held in Toronto in 1946. From 1948  to 2003, the conference was held at the University of Illinois at Champaign-Urbana. Since 2006, Urbana has been held at the Edward Jones Dome in St. Louis, Missouri.  Generations of college students have come to Urbana to hear about cutting edge issues missions and respond to the call to participate in God's global mission. During the five days of Urbana participants will experience multicultural worship and drama, dynamic speakers, in-depth Bible study and prayer. They will also be encouraged to explore short-term and vocational opportunities as they interact with representatives from more than 300 mission agencies and educational institutions. Attendance at Urbana is usually around 20,000.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I keep on this topic I may find myself singing It's A Small World next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before I do that, let me encourage you to consider &lt;b&gt;praying&lt;/b&gt; for this event. It is not too soon to start doing that. I'm sure you could find inspiration for your praying on the URBANA'09 website -- or ask to be on Janet's or Tebbe's or my prayer update distributions (which ever of us you may know) as I suspect there will be specifics shared in those publications. Find out if any students you know are going and pray for them. There are loads of ways you could be directly and deeply involved through prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2315050863356104280?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2315050863356104280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-me-in-st-louis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2315050863356104280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2315050863356104280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-me-in-st-louis.html' title='Meet me in St. Louis'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5789941476483905062</id><published>2009-07-19T07:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:31:18.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worldview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Cathedrals and Laboratories</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5627040&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5627040&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5627040"&gt;Cathedrals and Laboratories&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northland"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Northland&lt;/span&gt; Media Design&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier this week I shared a quote that had been shared at the beginning of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Northland's&lt;/span&gt; worship last weekend. That quote came in this media piece. As one who has long believed and celebrated the fact that all truth is God's truth and that God can be seen in all He has created, I found this topic to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; and affirming in many ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I grow weary of the part of the conversation that keeps trying to limit God to religious discussions as if we can somehow put a fence about Him and expect that He will behave Himself like a well-trained pet. And while I fully admit that the conversations that push out the sides of the box walls in which we carry around our definitions of God (for I think our finite minds make boxes even when we are trying hard not to do so) can be painful and difficult, they are one of the best ways we can spend ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;In addressing the dance between science and faith, Joel reminded us that science answers the WHAT and HOW questions while faith answers the WHY and WHO questions. And to think that God is only interested in the WHY is to strip God of Himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joel Hunter&lt;/b&gt; is one of the people in my life who is helping me to push out the sides of the boxes that I don't really want to have but am stuck with because of my own limitations. &lt;b&gt;Ted Dekker&lt;/b&gt; is another -- he uses fiction. &lt;b&gt;John Rutter&lt;/b&gt; does it with choral music. Who else? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5789941476483905062?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5789941476483905062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/cathedrals-and-laboratories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5789941476483905062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5789941476483905062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/cathedrals-and-laboratories.html' title='Cathedrals and Laboratories'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8073166443930197146</id><published>2009-07-18T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:09:20.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I've seen the new Harry Potter movie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmJ8kY8KJVI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/sA_0u72vuwI/s320/CharacterHarry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359983471136220498" /&gt;I've seen it and I like it. As with each of the movies, the book was better. Most of the time books are better because they have more time to tell the story that is within them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do I like about these stories? I like that nothing good is accomplished outside of interdependent relationship. I like that the characters are called to look beyond themselves to a long view as they make decisions. I like that the value of people is not measured by a single set of criteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm aware of the complex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt; nature of these works of fiction.  I've read the suggestions (declarations is a better word) that this is part of a deep and dark plot to brainwash a generation to be willing to take on the mark of the beast and to pursue witchcraft themselves. I also remember hearing people say that these books would single handedly transform an increasingly post-literate generation into readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I fully support the decisions of parents to monitor what their kids read and these are stories that shouldn't be read by some kids -- or at some ages.  I'm not going to draw a line -- mostly those lines don't work all that well. I will say that I think that these stories bring up all sorts of topics that could generate great conversations and if you're letting your kids read these or see the movies, you'd best reading and viewing too. Don't miss the opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8073166443930197146?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8073166443930197146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-ive-seen-new-harry-potter-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8073166443930197146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8073166443930197146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-ive-seen-new-harry-potter-movie.html' title='Yes, I&apos;ve seen the new Harry Potter movie...'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmJ8kY8KJVI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/sA_0u72vuwI/s72-c/CharacterHarry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4689266740008770454</id><published>2009-07-17T12:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:49:32.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><title type='text'>Painting the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmCkUms1sWI/AAAAAAAAF9A/r5wWNm4f1es/s1600-h/paint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359464230463844706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmCkUms1sWI/AAAAAAAAF9A/r5wWNm4f1es/s400/paint2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They* say that a house like mine should be painted every four or five years. They* also say that when houses like mine are built, they often do not get the best paint job and should be painted over within three years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the crazy hurricane season of 2004 prompted me to seal cracks and paint in 2005 before the next season could push more water through the concrete block walls and into the house. The thing is, I wasn't prepared to make the investment in hiring someone to paint my house at that point and so I came up with a plan. I purchased paint that was the same color as what I had on the house and only painted three sides (avoiding the front which would require tall ladders) and even then did not do the part under the screened area. I did all roller work (that means no cutting in around windows). It was something I could do myself. I invested a couple hundred bucks and a couple parts of weekends and got it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look closely, you can see that it was not the best paint job -- and that reality has become more apparent as the sun has faded the two paints differently over time. We have a lot of sun here in Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmCn8HXg5dI/AAAAAAAAF9I/yBo8qgpEbcA/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359468207782553042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmCn8HXg5dI/AAAAAAAAF9I/yBo8qgpEbcA/s200/paint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, five years after the not-so-great paint job and seven years after moving in, it is time to paint the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done some research into what it would cost to hire this work done knowing that I do not have the experise or the capacity to do this work on my own. I was talking with my friend Russ about this about a month ago and he let me know of a guy in Wycliffe who lives/works here in Orlando who has had a painting business. By this time I was prepared to hire the work done and pay what that would cost -- but the idea of paying someone I know made that seem a lot less painful. I contacted Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the short version: Mike is out of the business, but is going to be my consultant to tell me all the things I need to do to prep the house (a process I'll start in Septmenber) and then will bring all of his equipment on a day in (likely) October and we'll work for 12 hours and get it done. And by "we" I mean myself and Mike and a pile of friends who don't even know yet that they will be bribed into helping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a HUGE load off my mind (just having a plan) and the fact that it will be less costly than the original one is a bonus blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any of you who might be considering a trip to Disney World in September and who would like to add a day-long "mission trip" to do some pressure washing or other prep work, I could arrange that. And those of you who are in the area...start thinking now about what kind of bribe will best entice you to join us on paint day.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where did that form for the HOA go so I can get committee permission to paint my own house? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*They? You know...people here and there. Unofficial but somehow authoritative sources, confirmed by some Google searches and reading labels of products. Like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4689266740008770454?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4689266740008770454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/painting-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4689266740008770454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4689266740008770454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/painting-house.html' title='Painting the House'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SmCkUms1sWI/AAAAAAAAF9A/r5wWNm4f1es/s72-c/paint2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4331976860415244229</id><published>2009-07-16T10:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:46:59.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diversity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>Gearing Up for the Leadership Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqYehTIGhmk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqYehTIGhmk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks I'm planning to be at Willow Creek's Leadership Summit once again. I'm starting to gear up for that training event. One way I prepare is be reviewing what I've learned there in the past. Here is a clip from a personal favorite session by Efrem Smith. Good stuff here...really good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4331976860415244229?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4331976860415244229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/gearing-up-for-leadership-summit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4331976860415244229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4331976860415244229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/gearing-up-for-leadership-summit.html' title='Gearing Up for the Leadership Summit'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2875319997154975906</id><published>2009-07-15T18:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:32:07.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Videos on Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/105808841679"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/105808841679" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I'm a little obsessed with Facebook. You might be surprised to find out that while I go there often and do a number of things there, I don't spend all that much time there. Or maybe I'd be surprised at how deluded I am about how much time I spend there. Again. topic for another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month I've found myself needing to spend a significant amount of time focused on some of the things that are my responsibility but which require skills and thought processes that are less natural or developed in me that what I do most of the time. Among these things are certain aspects of budgeting. I've found that when I'm needing to focus so much of my time and energy on a thing that is outside of my comfort zone or expertise arena, it is good for me to take breaks to do things that I find relaxing and amusing -- and those things are generally creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list of things that fit in that category for me are design projects, video projects, cooking (not so much baking), and some aspects of yard and house projects (yes, generally the ones that make things look pretty or that clean out clutter). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, on a whim, I made a short video of myself eating the peach that was in my lunch. I edited it lightly and posted it on Facebook. It drew a good bit of attention and seemed to amuse at least a couple of people almost as much as it had amused me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of days later (Was it more than the next day? I think so.) I created a second in what has become a series of lunch/break time videos. Today...the third was produced and distributed. For those of you who wander to my blog but are not Facebookers (and I'm not judging you at all for that), I thought I'd put HYDRATION EXERCISES here for your viewing amusement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's summer time and there's nothing on television anyhow -- other than the NCIS marathon on USA and really, how many times can you watch Kate get shot in the head and how many times is Abby's farting stuffed hippo really amusing? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2875319997154975906?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2875319997154975906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/videos-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2875319997154975906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2875319997154975906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/videos-on-facebook.html' title='Videos on Facebook'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1418986501786897683</id><published>2009-07-14T12:25:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:30:52.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes me laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356205240992642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sly0lDFmQ4I/AAAAAAAAF8o/PgVk6Ps57aQ/s400/Milligan+Boys+Camping.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam was in my New Testament class as a freshman the last year I taught (1996-1997). I'd had his brothers in various classes before him and found Sam to be equally engaging and delightful to have in class while also being uniquely himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that teachers (and parents and youth pastors) are not supposed to have favorites (and you know that statement has to be followed by a...wait for it...) but, Sam was one of mine. I'm not sure he knew that at the time. Had I stuck around Heritage for three more years and seen him through to graduation, he would have eventually found out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most teachers and parents and youth pastors who are honest enough to own the fact that there are some "kids" they connect with more easily or enjoy more consistently, I worked hard to not let those facts bias my evaluation of academic preformance or judgement of classroom behaviour. But, how that worked and whether that worked is a topic for another day and another blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam (and his wife Alyssa, who I'd also had in class along with her sibling) is another person I've "found" on Facebook. Imagine my delight to see that they'd ended up together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358356434397055586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sly0yYwqSmI/AAAAAAAAF8w/6Cq_T3WdW_4/s320/sam+and+his+boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other delight is seeing the way Sam interacts with his boys. The image to the right is from this past Fall and was one of the first I saw of them. The image above is from their first camping trip as a family. There are other images of the boys crossing the stream, ankle deep in the water and having a delicous time of it. But this one...I can almost hear the giggling and I'm not sure if it is them or me who is having the most fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1418986501786897683?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1418986501786897683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/sam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1418986501786897683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1418986501786897683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/sam.html' title='Sam'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sly0lDFmQ4I/AAAAAAAAF8o/PgVk6Ps57aQ/s72-c/Milligan+Boys+Camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6763648057566079964</id><published>2009-07-13T06:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:01:34.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallpaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Heavens Declare the Glory of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlswDNlD4RI/AAAAAAAAF8g/YFuguGvJ9xA/s1600-h/EBB-quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357929013430182162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlswDNlD4RI/AAAAAAAAF8g/YFuguGvJ9xA/s400/EBB-quote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northlandchurch.net/main/staff/dr._joel_c._hunter/"&gt;Joel Hunter&lt;/a&gt; is taking us through a mini-series (focused on challenges to Christianity) in the middle of this year's focus (Christian Apologetics) which is part of a 10-year teaching plan at &lt;a href="http://www.northlandchurch.net/"&gt;Northland&lt;/a&gt;. Sunday's focus was on the relationship between SCIENCE and FAITH. I may write more about that later. For now, I wanted to share this "postcard" I created which was inspired by one of the many statement we heard or saw during the worship this weekend -- a statement by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I'm using this as my wallpaper as a reminder of the presence of God in all truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6763648057566079964?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6763648057566079964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/heavens-declare-glory-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6763648057566079964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6763648057566079964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/heavens-declare-glory-of-god.html' title='The Heavens Declare the Glory of God'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlswDNlD4RI/AAAAAAAAF8g/YFuguGvJ9xA/s72-c/EBB-quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7853862240002960313</id><published>2009-07-12T15:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:25:03.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers and plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>...and then I taught high school for 11 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Slo5Jb8jb9I/AAAAAAAAF7Q/9p0cjnhg280/s1600-h/4924_93472248862_562368862_1989810_6628902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Slo5Jb8jb9I/AAAAAAAAF7Q/9p0cjnhg280/s200/4924_93472248862_562368862_1989810_6628902_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357657540993970130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved teaching. No, not every minute of it or every aspect of it, but in general, I did love it. More than that, I loved the opportunity to invest in the lives of students. Looking back I can see that I missed plenty of opportunities, but I can also say that I made the most of some others. When it's all said and done, I am thankful to God for the privilege.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In some places where people tend to grow up and raise their own kids and die in the same town in which they were born, teachers get to see the long view. They get to see the punk kid grow up into a good man. They get to see the awkward girl develop into a dynamic force of life and goodness. In our more transient society, this has been a bit of a challenge. A near impossibility, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Slo4tQ-BMYI/AAAAAAAAF7I/YMP0Hrv1UXs/s320/5066_1148627845819_1531262651_30375607_3727205_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357657057010987394" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was Facebook. No, it's not the same as if we all lived in small town America. But it is real. Because of the connections possible through this technology, I rejoice as i watch Peter serving as a youth pastor in Pueblo, Colorado and marvel at the fact that he still has so much energy and passion and love that he still finds great joy in life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were it not for Facebook, I would not know that Aimee is a great mom. She's not the only one, either. I know a bit about her mothering because she posts photos and comments about her kids and admittedly jump to conclusions. The photo of the girls to the right is from her FB page. Her daughter's birthday celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Slo5JhXDqZI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/khnN-m-nUIg/s200/5066_1148628045824_1531262651_30375612_1043519_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357657542447311250" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently part of the fun included a sleep-over. You may be wondering how that went with a pack of little girls this young. Well, someone else asked about that and Aimee replied:&lt;i&gt; "Best thing ever was to get those glow bracelets. They each got 3 and i told them the first time they were noisey or out of bed i'd take 1 from each of them. If it happened 3 times they'd be left with nothing. We repeated the rules and reviewed and they all went to sleep! I had even told them they were allowed to talk quietly, but they didn't for very long! It was great!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook also lets me see the creative and absolutely stunning work that Angela is doing as a wedding florist in Indianapolis. I'm rather a fan of flowers anyhow, but Angela finds truly lovely ways use them for maximum impact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I can't keep up with everyone all the time with whom I'm connected on FB, but occasionally I "run into" someone in some way and over and over I find myself thanking God for the joy of those encounters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Slo6VGVCIdI/AAAAAAAAF7g/oIgKmEJ2w0A/s400/5460_100909333871_92571638871_2048410_3363562_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357658840861123026" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7853862240002960313?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7853862240002960313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-then-i-taught-high-school-for-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7853862240002960313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7853862240002960313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-then-i-taught-high-school-for-11.html' title='...and then I taught high school for 11 years.'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Slo5Jb8jb9I/AAAAAAAAF7Q/9p0cjnhg280/s72-c/4924_93472248862_562368862_1989810_6628902_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7147894890556217409</id><published>2009-07-11T15:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:34:28.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bethel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes me laugh'/><title type='text'>Joel Hodgson on SNL (1983)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=8294217&amp;amp;vid=2888942&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/3616/66358819.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=8294217&amp;amp;vid=2888942&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/3616/66358819.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joel Hodgson was an RA (resident assistant) in Edgren Dorm when I was a freshman resident in Bodien Dorm next door. He did his stand-up routine at our freshman Welcome Week, so we all knew he was funny before the real fun began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Bethel, there was a tradition called roommate roulette. The dorm floor would plan an activity and then everyone would get a date for his or her roommate. These were a great way to meet people and have a whole lot of fun. I'm not sure I ever turned down a roommate roulette invitation unless I actually had other plans -- but I do know that my favorite ones were the ones hosted by Joel's floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, as a sophomore I had a class with Joel over our January interim and got to know him a little more. Basically, the guy was dead pan dry all the time and I found it very amusing. I was not the only one - obviously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made this appearance on SNL when I was a junior. I was an RA in Edgren that year and can bear witness to the fact that it was standing room only in the TV lounge that Saturday night. We were proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joel went on to create Mystery Science Theater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, when I ran across this on YouTube I just had to share it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7147894890556217409?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7147894890556217409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/joel-hodgson-on-snl-1983.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7147894890556217409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7147894890556217409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/joel-hodgson-on-snl-1983.html' title='Joel Hodgson on SNL (1983)'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5418483537023167387</id><published>2009-07-10T21:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:43:51.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>2 please, with milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlftzE9Af3I/AAAAAAAAF7A/gIjfMR3OzGg/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlftzE9Af3I/AAAAAAAAF7A/gIjfMR3OzGg/s400/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357011743539232626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/20896253-5418483537023167387?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5418483537023167387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-please-with-milk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5418483537023167387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5418483537023167387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-please-with-milk.html' title='2 please, with milk'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlftzE9Af3I/AAAAAAAAF7A/gIjfMR3OzGg/s72-c/DSC00889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2392372525498259789</id><published>2009-07-09T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:47:46.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is "marriage" a big deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlaO6c65kwI/AAAAAAAAF6o/ktrqSXxXQf0/s1600-h/Wedding+at+Gidropark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlaO6c65kwI/AAAAAAAAF6o/ktrqSXxXQf0/s200/Wedding+at+Gidropark.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356625941650576130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking sociologically, the answer is a resounding YES. In this week's issue of Time magazine, Caitlin Flanagan shares some rather under-reported realities in her essay titled &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1908243,00.html"&gt;Is There Hope for the American Marriage?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Too long used to mass media glorifying the rights of (especially) women to have it all (at least all of it she wants) without any obligation to or need for a man, we often miss the bigger picture. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God created marriage and, as with all things that he created, it would do us well to consider long and hard before undoing something God has done. (I did not say that we should never undo a thing - don't take that to an unintended and ridiculous extreme.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I've been recommending the article all day via Facebook and Twitter links. I'll warn you that there are things Flanagan shared in the article that are unnecessary (content from the emails between South Carolina Governor Sanford and his mistress, for example) -- but the primary content of the article is worth the time to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one paragraph to give you a sense of why I just keep referring back to this today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"...on every single significant outcome related to short-term well-being and long-term success, children from intact, two-parent families outperform those from single-parent households. Longevity, drug abuse, school performance and dropout rates, teen pregnancy, criminal behavior and incarceration — if you can measure it, a sociologist has; and in all cases, the kids living with both parents drastically outperform the others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My excitement about this article should not be interpreted as a slam on the single parents out there who are busting their butts to raise their great kids. On the contrary, it is a kick in the pants for the rest of us in their lives to be willing to engage with them in this venture because the odds are not in their favor. I believe that we can beat the odds, however. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also hope that you are not worried that I'm feeling in any way incomplete because I am single. My enthusiastic support of marriage (both in theory and in practical terms) does not require me to believe that everyone is created to marry or to feel somehow bad about not being married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, this blog went in a few directions all at once. We'll see if any of those circle back around for another blog another day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia, arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2392372525498259789?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2392372525498259789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-marriage-big-deal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2392372525498259789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2392372525498259789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-marriage-big-deal.html' title='Is &quot;marriage&quot; a big deal?'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlaO6c65kwI/AAAAAAAAF6o/ktrqSXxXQf0/s72-c/Wedding+at+Gidropark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2652675773741668379</id><published>2009-07-08T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:01:27.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I like you a latte</title><content type='html'>I am a social drinker and the beverage I'm talking about is coffee. While I occasionally pursue a coffee beverage when I'm on my own, that's usually motivated by the desire for the caffeine kick. Mostly, though, coffee is an emotional and relational experience for me and I think that's why Starbuck's (and other coffee shops which have emulated that brand) work for so many people. They knew that it was not just about the coffee. Truly people won't spend that kind of money on just coffee for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlVSclks_oI/AAAAAAAAF1o/sY1f0rMDqmk/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356277982902943362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlVSclks_oI/AAAAAAAAF1o/sY1f0rMDqmk/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier this Spring when I was at The Cove for a set of meetings, a friend and I ended up in the little town of Black Mountain after discovering that the Blue Ridge Highway was closed only 17 miles from Asheville. We got there a bit before the stores opened -- you know, the stores filled with mountain-made arts and crafts which I needed very much to see and hold and imagine in my house but which I had no intention of actually purchasing. We could (a) sit in the rental car and wait patiently or (b) try out the The Dripolator Coffeehouse. We wisely chose (b). &lt;i&gt;The above photo is of my latte that morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latte itself was lovely to look at, the cup felt good in my hands, the aroma was divine, and the taste was "latte." But it was all of that plus the atmosphere of this place with its mismatched but comfortable seating, large artwork locally painted on the walls, rough wooden flooring, door opening and closing in a sort of rhythm as people come and go that made the coffee beverage "good." A huge part of the atmosphere for me was not only the chance to get to know Nicole a bit better, but the group of people assembled there who we never spoke with but who played real roles in the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I left staff at Faith Missionary Church in Indy until today, I've had a few friends who keep me in Starbuck's gift cards. I love that. I love it because of their thoughtfulness and generosity. I love it because now that the cards work at airport outlets, it means I can often enhance my travel with one of my favorite beverages (I do like some of these coffee beverages just because they are yummy). I also love it because it empowers me to extend their generosity to others. It has been fun be able to say "hey, I think my friend ________ wants to buy us some 'bucks." If you are listening as you read you might be hearing that this all is still more about the relationship than the beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks and all of the others like them are about relationship. It is the non-alcohol-serving version of the Cheers' Bar. When I say, with many others, that the local church should be more like a Starbucks, I'm not really talking about the coffee. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that many churches are serving better coffee than the stuff from the bottom shelf at the warehouse store -- but if it's not really about the relationship, we will have missed another boat of opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you are Facebook friends with Charlene Canada, you can go there and look at recently posted photos from their trip to Siberia via Moscow. Look at that conversation sparked by the photo of a Moscow Starbucks. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starbucks' Mission statement is not to make a great cup of coffee that is so good they can sell it for more than the market has ever endured before. Here is their mission statement: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/mission/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To inspire and nurture the human spirit -- one person, one cup, and one neighborhood at a time. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2652675773741668379?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2652675773741668379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-you-latte.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2652675773741668379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2652675773741668379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-you-latte.html' title='I like you a latte'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlVSclks_oI/AAAAAAAAF1o/sY1f0rMDqmk/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5738423201765382102</id><published>2009-07-08T12:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:50:54.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diversity'/><title type='text'>Conflict and Diversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What people often mean by getting rid of conflict&lt;br /&gt;is getting rid of diversity,&lt;br /&gt;and it is of the utmost importance&lt;br /&gt;that these should not be considered the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-M.P. Follett &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5738423201765382102?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5738423201765382102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/conflict-and-diversity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5738423201765382102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5738423201765382102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/conflict-and-diversity.html' title='Conflict and Diversity'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7752766291828673769</id><published>2009-07-07T06:47:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:41:25.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes me laugh'/><title type='text'>LOL cats... Still amusing.</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago I posted a short blog on the LOLCATS phenom and referenced &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1642897,00.html"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; on Time's website. I think that the popularity has decreased significantly in time as happens with these kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, over the weekend as I was sorting through digital files (&lt;em&gt;if you follow me on FB or Twitter you may have heard updates about that from time to time over the past few days&lt;/em&gt;), I ran into an email that my cousin sent to me quite a while back. It was a forwarded funny deal -- you know those -- and I admit that I likely looked at it quickly to confirm that is didn't contain any "real" message before moving on and then didn't get back to it. It was a collection of the LOLCATS images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday afternoon when I viewed through the images, I found myself laughing. Out loud. Not "lol" fake -- but really laughing out loud. So, I'll share them here in case you are in need of a chuckle or snicker and in case this does it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I might have found these amusing anyhow, but having had a cat for a pet (or having been had by a cat as an owner) I enjoy them even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-62.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513843687010&amp;amp;site=widget-62.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 426px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513843687010&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-62.slide.com/p1/3458764513843687010/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513843687010&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-62.slide.com/p2/3458764513843687010/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513843687010&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-62.slide.com/p4/3458764513843687010/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7752766291828673769?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7752766291828673769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol-cats-still-amusing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7752766291828673769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7752766291828673769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol-cats-still-amusing.html' title='LOL cats... Still amusing.'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2722556728051265503</id><published>2009-07-06T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:53:15.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Thy Mercy, My God</title><content type='html'>Some songs hit like a great gust of wind and others like a simple breeze. This is a breeze of Halleluah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5413182&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=c9ff23&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5413182&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=c9ff23&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5413182"&gt;"Thy Mercy, My God"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northland"&gt;Northland Media Design&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From June 28th, 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and the Northland worship team shared this song a couple of weeks ago. I liked it then and still like it now that I can view it over and over again (though I'm not quite that much of a stalker).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2722556728051265503?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2722556728051265503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/thy-mercy-my-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2722556728051265503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2722556728051265503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/thy-mercy-my-god.html' title='Thy Mercy, My God'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8122483157429659924</id><published>2009-07-06T09:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:56:45.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diversity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><title type='text'>Lencioni on Diversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlICim7vDnI/AAAAAAAAFqU/GYNS_biCKFs/s1600-h/lencioni-fortunepic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355345700486844018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlICim7vDnI/AAAAAAAAFqU/GYNS_biCKFs/s320/lencioni-fortunepic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick Lencioni's company has a website (The Table Group) on which he publishes an occasional column called Point of View. In June his column focused on the topic of organizational diversity. My friend and colleague, Paul Edwards, shared this excerpt from that column in an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This caught my attention and has me asking a whole lot of questions in relation to Wycliffe USA's journey toward building a multi-ethnic workforce and becoming a biblically inclusive community. What do we have to learn about conflict? (I am quite sure that the answer is "a whole lot.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"The power of diversity, and the reason why it remains so misunderstood and under-exploited in most organizations: it requires conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practical advantage of diversity boils down to this: a group of people with different perspectives usually makes better decisions and finds more creative solutions than those who have largely similar views, backgrounds and skill sets. This is true for all teams, whether they're running a corporation, a church, a school or a movie studio. However, when a team cannot productively engage in conflict, not only does that diversity remain untapped, it becomes a competitive disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because when team members with divergent points of view cannot openly and passionately advocate their positions, the team will not be able to properly understand and incorporate those ideas into a final decision. Instead, they will frustratingly agree to compromise, walking away dissatisfied with the outcome and resentful of their team members who they still don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the norm in virtually every organization where I've worked or consulted. And that's because when we talk about diversity, the emphasis is usually on acceptance and tolerance and "getting along." All of which, of course, are good things. The problem surfaces when those qualities prevent people from challenging one another's points of view out of fear of being labeled close-minded or intolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the key to making diversity work is to teach people first how to appreciate one another's differences, and then how to challenge them in the context of pursuing the best possible outcome. When a company can do that, it will transform diversity from a slogan to a real competitive advantage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8122483157429659924?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8122483157429659924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/patrick-lencionis-company-has-website.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8122483157429659924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8122483157429659924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/patrick-lencionis-company-has-website.html' title='Lencioni on Diversity'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlICim7vDnI/AAAAAAAAFqU/GYNS_biCKFs/s72-c/lencioni-fortunepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-543314950686242230</id><published>2009-07-05T18:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:00:57.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes me laugh'/><title type='text'>Excuse me...You have a frog on your head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlErCmiB4BI/AAAAAAAAFqE/2pixk3s0lTo/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355108755623239698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlErCmiB4BI/AAAAAAAAFqE/2pixk3s0lTo/s200/Photo+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I crack myself up.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I own that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even all that embarrassed about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when I'm checking out the odd features of some free photo software for the webcam and find a thing that is intended to let you do a portrait with two of the same halves of your face...I can't help myself. Or more correctly, I choose to not stop myself. And then -- and this is the part that surprises people who don't know me very well at all -- I choose to share with "the whole world." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be amused by me or don't be. Your choice. But don't judge me. (If you hear that with a tone of voice that implies that I'm suddenly getting all serious...rewind and try again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's next?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-543314950686242230?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/543314950686242230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/excuse-meyou-have-frog-on-your-head.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/543314950686242230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/543314950686242230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/excuse-meyou-have-frog-on-your-head.html' title='Excuse me...You have a frog on your head.'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlErCmiB4BI/AAAAAAAAFqE/2pixk3s0lTo/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-319096437241357658</id><published>2009-07-04T17:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:26:52.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><title type='text'>New Art by Michael Harrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sk_GzCunB5I/AAAAAAAAFp8/ZuUwJE76SSs/s1600-h/IMG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sk_GzCunB5I/AAAAAAAAFp8/ZuUwJE76SSs/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354717062174803858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael and his wife have served in the Bible translation movement for many years and in a variety of roles. Through it all, Michael has used his skills as an artist/illustrator to bring glory to God and honor to many peoples whom God loves.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past almost two years Michael has served as Wycliffe USA's Artist-in-Residence. This slightly ambiguous role has allowed Michael to produce art, to teach art, to promote art, and to develop curriculum to serve strategies owned by a number of Wycliffe's primary and secondary partners in the States and around the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first in a series of three works that I commissioned for our second floor elevator lobby. Each one will feature one of three areas of the world where there is great need for language development and Bible translation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Michael brought this by my office a few days ago, couldn't take my eyes off of it. It is way more beautiful in person than in this photo. I look forward to having it hanging in the office very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-319096437241357658?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/319096437241357658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/multi-media-art-by-michael-harrar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/319096437241357658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/319096437241357658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/multi-media-art-by-michael-harrar.html' title='New Art by Michael Harrar'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sk_GzCunB5I/AAAAAAAAFp8/ZuUwJE76SSs/s72-c/IMG_1227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-9131496878606322245</id><published>2009-07-03T07:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:46:53.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><title type='text'>FAME: I'm going to live forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywGNmsGoMl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywGNmsGoMl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here we go with another remake of a piece of my generation's coming-of-age collection. I remember the summer that Fame hit the theaters. I was working for a custom silk-screen business, occasionally doing design, occasionally printing shirts, but mostly pulling printed shirts off the dryer and folding them in dozens for shipment to the stores. I'd just graduated from Zionsville Community High School with 156 classmates (give or take) and was headed to Bethel College (now University) in late August. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve called me (my memory has him calling me at work, but I could be wrong) to say that he'd just won two tickets to see this new movie and to ask if I wanted to go with him to see it. We were both a bit unsure of it -- neither of us were in the habit of going to R rated films. I suspect that we were just getting to a place where our parents were increasingly letting us make decisions like that for ourselves. Seems about right.  We decided to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was powerful -- not too surprising for a film about teen angst and longing for significance and the drive of passion. That becomes especially potent when it is mixed with the arts (at least it does for me) and this movie had powerful music and dance at every turn.  It's the first movie I remember seeing Debbie Allen who I knew more as Phylicia Rashad's sister. Allen played one of the dance instructors and her role was relatively small but it grew into a major role when this movie was spun off into a television series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought the cassette of the sound track and wore it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I read about that original movie now, I'm almost shocked by some of the content of the movie. Content I'm sure I saw, but it wasn't the part that made the impression. I think I was most moved by the overwhelming and universal desire for recognition and acceptance and significance. At the age of 18, I was really just starting to understand that I wasn't so unique after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when I saw this trailer for the NEW Fame movie this morning it did exactly what the produces hoped -- it tossed me down memory lane and stirred some good feelings and made me wonder if I could get more of that back for an hour or so if I plunk down my $10 and another $5 for popcorn and see this thing for myself in theaters some September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-9131496878606322245?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/9131496878606322245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/fame-im-going-to-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/9131496878606322245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/9131496878606322245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/fame-im-going-to-live-forever.html' title='FAME: I&apos;m going to live forever...'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1917088852891777337</id><published>2009-07-02T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:04:38.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>07+02=09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's date is a simple math sum. Cool. Not as cool as the date that was also "pi" making it "Pi Day" which just screamed for PIE snacks for one and all...but still cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1917088852891777337?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1917088852891777337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/070209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1917088852891777337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1917088852891777337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/070209.html' title='07+02=09'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1607041810688666813</id><published>2009-07-02T05:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:52:25.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes me laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Web Site Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1913584&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1913584&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1913584&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="580" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:512px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;aka @kenyainside&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;b&gt;Twittered&lt;/b&gt; this yesterday and I missed it because I've not been using my &lt;b&gt;TweetDeck&lt;/b&gt; consistently since before vacation. (In case you are wondering, I &lt;b&gt;Twitter&lt;/b&gt; as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;@rdhubbard&lt;/span&gt;.) Thankfully her dad (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;aka @abudigan&lt;/span&gt;) did see it and, after watching it himself, wandered into my office to tip me off. Old school communication, but effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may remember me &lt;b&gt;blogging&lt;/b&gt; about my realization that I was trying to figure out which of the too-many &lt;b&gt;social media&lt;/b&gt; tools I was going to give priority and which might be cut out. Yeah, I'm still trying to figure that out. You may also have noticed that I am back to blogging with a bit more consistency. Maybe you didn't notice. Hmmm. You do have my blog in your &lt;b&gt;RSS feed&lt;/b&gt;, don't you? And there are notices on my &lt;b&gt;Facebook&lt;/b&gt; profile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm pausing here to imagine how this does not make any sense to some people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really, this this is back story -- and that is a bit ironic since the inspiration of this video is &lt;b&gt;social media&lt;/b&gt;. If you are a &lt;b&gt;social media&lt;/b&gt; user (or even an observer) and especially if you have any appreciation at all for the "great American musical" then I think you'll get a kick out of this bit. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1607041810688666813?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1607041810688666813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/web-side-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1607041810688666813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1607041810688666813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/web-side-story.html' title='Web Site Story'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1935230467501117799</id><published>2009-07-01T10:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:57:42.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SktsNJ-SAnI/AAAAAAAAFpM/QJqq_p2Z5VU/s1600-h/ryan+and+kaden+walking+dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353491555331211890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SktsNJ-SAnI/AAAAAAAAFpM/QJqq_p2Z5VU/s400/ryan+and+kaden+walking+dogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sons (and daughters) are often reflections of their fathers. When they share DNA, there are biological reasons for the resemblance. But the similarities often go much deeper -- especially when the father and the son spend time together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God created us to learn by observation and by mimicking those around us. It is how we learn to talk and walk and what to put on our ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are few things that are more inspirational and encouraging than seeing a good dad investing himself intentionally in the life of his son (or daughter). It's not about fatherhood perfection -- perfection is overrated in every state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is about paying attention. It is about including and engaging. It is about living life in relationship, knowing that there isn't anything with a greater power to influence than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;I snagged this photo off of Facebook. The dad in the picture is Ryan (one of my former students) with his son and a diverse collection of critters. And a blanket, don't miss that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I saw it, I was immediately reminded of how thankful I am for not only my own dad, but good dads everywhere, including those who extend their influence to kids who are not technically their own but who need the impact of a healthy relationship with a healthy man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1935230467501117799?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1935230467501117799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-father-like-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1935230467501117799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1935230467501117799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SktsNJ-SAnI/AAAAAAAAFpM/QJqq_p2Z5VU/s72-c/ryan+and+kaden+walking+dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5547527770958533148</id><published>2009-07-01T06:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:01:17.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities Reflected in Media Consumption</title><content type='html'>I'm quite confident that anyone reading this blog is aware that Michael Jackson died last week. Chances are you know more details about his life and death than you want to know -- it's hard to avoid the media coverage. And while part of me blames news outlets for choosing to give such overblown coverage to this event (my opinion, I know), I also understand that they have to pay their bills and this story is drawing enough attention to help them do that. New is, after all, also a business. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you have been saying that you feel a little sorry for Farrah Fawcett, who also died on Thursday, because she has been upstaged by Jackson. When you put it into print, that sounds kind of funny really. But I do get it. Farrah may not have been on my top 20 people to look up to as a role model list, but there was something more admirable in her battle with cancer than what we are speculating about Jackson's slow suicide (even if that was never his intent) that included long-term over-medication. (But I digress. My intent is not to speculate about how Jackson died or even how he lived. I'm really more interested in how interested we are in his life and death.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SktAIUN88BI/AAAAAAAAFpE/iJK-1A_buSg/s320/image5112584g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353443093670326290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What most of you don't know is that on Thursday, in the northern African nation of Mauritania, Christopher Leggett, 39, was killed. Shot multiple times as he walked down a public street. Al Qaeda is claiming responsibility, saying that this aid worker who taught computer skills in a poor neighborhood of that nation's capital was working to convert Muslims to Christianity. I found the story &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2009/06/25/world/main5112579.shtml"&gt;on line&lt;/a&gt; today because I went looking for it. I imagine that Leggett's wife and four children are not paying much attention to the Jackson story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it would feel good for about 10 minutes to rant and rave about the horrible state our country is in morally and point fingers at the liberal media who have pushed us down that pathway to destruction, I don't think that's the real issue here. While it may irritate me that the media seems to be in a predictable lather over the story that is personified in Michael Jackson and while I do hold News outlets responsible for their work, I do understand that in a society that is ruled by money, the consumer is king. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My behavior -- my choice to turn on and then continue to watch certain news coverage that drones on and on -- I am responsible for that. I understand why outlets barely told Leggett's story and aren't even close to finished with telling Jackson's story -- maybe I'm irritated that I spent as much time as I have listening to the Jackson story (I've never been a fan) and didn't know Leggett's until five days later. I think I'm most irritated at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do, however, as consumers, have a collective responsibility for the direction that media runs. As long as we, the people, purchase more copies of People and watch more episodes of Entertainment Weekly and Big Brother than we do of more substantial work, we can't blame Time and ABC News and The Wall Street Journal for filling its pages with less news and more fluff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Americans seem to love fluff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started with Twinkies and that blasted filling. Yes, let's blame Hostess. Let's point the finger there so we can sleep better knowing that someone else is at fault for all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5547527770958533148?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5547527770958533148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/priorities-reflected-in-media.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5547527770958533148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5547527770958533148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/07/priorities-reflected-in-media.html' title='Priorities Reflected in Media Consumption'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SktAIUN88BI/AAAAAAAAFpE/iJK-1A_buSg/s72-c/image5112584g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4118816853441429286</id><published>2009-06-30T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:18:22.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ukraine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Filbert Hosts Ukrainian Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkqqScw0gII/AAAAAAAAFo8/E1eP3cfuoF0/s1600-h/filbert+as+a+doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353278341018583170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkqqScw0gII/AAAAAAAAFo8/E1eP3cfuoF0/s400/filbert+as+a+doll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Filbert hosted a little party so he could share some of his favorite snacks from Ukraine with his friends in the Offices of the President in Wycliffe's USA headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He served a unique beverage as well as both sweet and savory treats. Now, I will quickly admit that his favorites are not exaclty MY favorites -- but all of the things he shared were fun to try and (thankfully) easy to bring home in a suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted all of the photos from the party in a Facebook album which you can view by following this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=100865&amp;amp;id=615581679&amp;amp;l=bad30487da"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;. Besides photos, you can read captions about the snacks and the party participants as well as the decorations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4118816853441429286?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4118816853441429286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/filbert-hosts-ukrainian-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4118816853441429286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4118816853441429286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/filbert-hosts-ukrainian-party.html' title='Filbert Hosts Ukrainian Party'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkqqScw0gII/AAAAAAAAFo8/E1eP3cfuoF0/s72-c/filbert+as+a+doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1069494989499350168</id><published>2009-06-30T06:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:11:37.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Jesus didn't journal...or blog, or twitter, or have a Facebook profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sknyxa6e8zI/AAAAAAAAFoU/46JIY7pdw-w/s1600-h/978-1-4143-1332-0.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sknyxa6e8zI/AAAAAAAAFoU/46JIY7pdw-w/s320/978-1-4143-1332-0.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353076562958676786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Nancy Ortberg's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOOKING FOR GOD: an unexpected journey through tattoos, tofu, and pronouns &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and greatly enjoying the experience. As I said on Facebook yesterday, it is a well-written and delightfully engaging look at the ways that we connect with God which are less "typical" than your standard 20th Century American QUIET TIME. I recommend it without reservation -- though, as with most books, with more enthusiasm for some of you than others because it will "work" better for some than others.  It works really well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the opening chapter she addresses, head on, the notion that to properly connect with God one must have a quiet time -- in the morning -- that is 30-minutes long and which involves Bible reading, prayer (following a prescriptive adoration, confession, thanksgiving, and supplication model) and journaling. Nancy suggests that this is not the only way. She does not imply that this is a wrong way to connect with God -- only that it does not work as well for some as it does for others and that there are other ways to connect.  Her point is that relationship is not entirely prescriptive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard this notion before (in the book Sacred Pathways, for example) and it resonates well with me both theologically and experientially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her point is not that because Jesus didn't do something, we shouldn't do it (aka "journal") and I'm thankful for that. There are a whole lot of things that Jesus didn't do which I do all the time (including driving a car, listening to music recorded on an iPod, and drinking Diet Coke over ice). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my application points as I'm reading this book is to not get so hung up in the weeds of how I connect with God, but rather to focus on God. To actually connect with Him. Am I reading His Word and praying and yes, even journaling? Yes -- but not "religiously."  I'm trying to find a way to maintain a discipline for these things that does not suck the joy and life out of the relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do this with all of the relationships in our lives that matter to us. I've got a lot to learn and and miles to go before I can call this one "done" -- and I'm okay with that. I'm okay with that mostly because I know that I'm not going it alone. Jesus himself promised to be with me in this journey, even to the very ends of the world. Even if I'm not journaling. Even on days when all I can do is stare at the sun reflected off the lake and sigh, He is with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/20896253-1069494989499350168?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1069494989499350168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-didnt-journalor-blog-or-twitter.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1069494989499350168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1069494989499350168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-didnt-journalor-blog-or-twitter.html' title='Jesus didn&apos;t journal...or blog, or twitter, or have a Facebook profile'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sknyxa6e8zI/AAAAAAAAFoU/46JIY7pdw-w/s72-c/978-1-4143-1332-0.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6234427771027207816</id><published>2009-06-29T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:01:01.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes me laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Photo Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://w/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352793489817574962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkjxUZSZnjI/AAAAAAAAFoM/v-KR90Qb6hw/s400/ruth+as+graphiti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday night while I was watching Harry Potter (and the Sorcerer's Stone -- movie #1 in the series) I found a fun website that uses digital technology to manipulate an image that you upload (basically a mug shot of you or your friend) and an image that has been created by some designer type to create images like the one above where I am grafiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=100182&amp;amp;id=615581679&amp;amp;l=73b439a100"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, you go to my Facebook Album where I've put the ones I've created. Me as a tatoo is pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photofunia.com/"&gt;www.photofunia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are a few that are less than appropriate for children (you've seen things like this if you watch television commercials, view billboards or read any secular magazines). I'd not let kids go there unsupervised myself. And some of the banner ads are questionable. Yeah, really...not for kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6234427771027207816?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6234427771027207816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6234427771027207816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6234427771027207816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-fun.html' title='Photo Fun'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkjxUZSZnjI/AAAAAAAAFoM/v-KR90Qb6hw/s72-c/ruth+as+graphiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-3149722855231912618</id><published>2009-06-27T18:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:19:24.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keurig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkadiH-IiHI/AAAAAAAAFPg/WZALCdJBKOY/s1600-h/b60Add.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352138416757180530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkadiH-IiHI/AAAAAAAAFPg/WZALCdJBKOY/s320/b60Add.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I experienced my first cup of coffee brewed in a &lt;b&gt;Keurig&lt;/b&gt; machine this week. Now I've been on line looking at the options and weighing the cost v. the "goodness" of that cup of coffee. What do you think my chances are of finding one of these machines at a garage sale? or of winning one as a door prize for being the "magic number" customer somewhere? Yeah, that's what I think, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly how stuff can be so...consuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could make a quick list of the stuff that I can really easily get consumed considering, including the new 24" &lt;b&gt;iMac&lt;/b&gt; and the new &lt;b&gt;G3S iPhone&lt;/b&gt;. (&lt;b&gt;Apple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; has long been one of my distractions. That may be why, despite the fact that I have a Mac and an iPhone, I don't let myself upgrade at every opportunity. Maybe I'm afraid of losing the bit of self-control I have.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-3149722855231912618?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/3149722855231912618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/keurig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3149722855231912618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3149722855231912618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/keurig.html' title='Keurig'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkadiH-IiHI/AAAAAAAAFPg/WZALCdJBKOY/s72-c/b60Add.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6207613672506781237</id><published>2009-06-27T05:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:06:25.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>10 Things about Nancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: To say that this is a birthday tribute is to make it more than it likely in fact is -- or it at least raises expectations somehow. This isn't a "top" or "most" or any other sort of scientifically measured and carefully calculated listing. This is just a list of 10 things about Nancy. These are things that I like about her, that is true. And this is her birthday weekend. But, anything else beyond that and you're putting emphasis on the wrong syllable (and if you didn't read that last phrase incorrectly, you need to go back and read it again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-size: 13px; "&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkVyXLUX6uI/AAAAAAAAFOU/OHp_OW_jYhs/s400/nancy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351809474700503778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nancy has great printing. I love distinctive or consistent or expressive handwriting. Nancy's is all of that -- AND she uses that force for the good of others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Nancy enjoys McDonald's iced coffee with skim milk and without liquid sugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Nancy runs. (I can say this "officially" because she has successfully completed more than one 5K race and has the t-shirts to prove it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Nancy sometimes wonders WWJD? (As one who has never watched an episode of 24 myself, I can't fully relate to this. &lt;i&gt;Hey now... don't judge me and I won't judge you.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Speaking of judges, Nancy's brother is a judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Nancy is a big fan of creative packaging and is not afraid to admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Nancy is very good at connecting the dots. She sometimes sees dots that others miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Nancy likes this quote (and I know this because she said so on Facebook) from author Annie Dillard (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teaching a Stone to Talk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Harper &amp;amp; Row, 1982): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of the conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping god may wake some day and take offense, or the waking god may draw us out to where we can never return."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Even though Nancy is a Florida Gator, she does not think any less of me because I am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Nancy celebrates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6207613672506781237?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6207613672506781237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-about-nancy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6207613672506781237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6207613672506781237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-things-about-nancy.html' title='10 Things about Nancy'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkVyXLUX6uI/AAAAAAAAFOU/OHp_OW_jYhs/s72-c/nancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5016865952029359976</id><published>2009-06-26T14:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:08:58.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postcard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>JUNE 09: e.postcard update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkUN5DfYtbI/AAAAAAAAFOE/Qp0LM0y4G-4/s1600-h/Ruth-Postcard-062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351699006040356274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkUN5DfYtbI/AAAAAAAAFOE/Qp0LM0y4G-4/s400/Ruth-Postcard-062009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As always with these postcard updates, click on the image and it will open in your browser window at full size and then you'll be able to read it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5016865952029359976?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5016865952029359976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-09-epostcard-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5016865952029359976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5016865952029359976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-09-epostcard-update.html' title='JUNE 09: e.postcard update'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkUN5DfYtbI/AAAAAAAAFOE/Qp0LM0y4G-4/s72-c/Ruth-Postcard-062009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-3977682932823485434</id><published>2009-06-24T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:18:17.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ukraine'/><title type='text'>Ruth in Ukraine: Facebook Photo Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkUQdVvtYyI/AAAAAAAAFOM/pPBcEKxd89s/s1600-h/mark+char+and+ruth+at+miniaturs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351701828439204642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkUQdVvtYyI/AAAAAAAAFOM/pPBcEKxd89s/s400/mark+char+and+ruth+at+miniaturs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on vacation in June for ten days. Thanks to Delta's frequent flyer program, I traveled to Kiev, Ukraine to visit Mark and Charlene Canada who have been there since November studying Russian language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on the title of this posting and you'll be transport magically to my photo album on Facebook which you should be able to view whether you have an account or not. The photos are captioned (most of them) and tell a good bit of the story of my 10 days of vacation. I had a fantastic -- relaxing -- refreshing -- fun -- educational -- and vision-broadening time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was the drinking chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-3977682932823485434?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=97725&amp;id=615581679&amp;l=16326f2cb8' title='Ruth in Ukraine: Facebook Photo Album'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/3977682932823485434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruth-in-ukraine-facebook-photo-album.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3977682932823485434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3977682932823485434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruth-in-ukraine-facebook-photo-album.html' title='Ruth in Ukraine: Facebook Photo Album'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SkUQdVvtYyI/AAAAAAAAFOM/pPBcEKxd89s/s72-c/mark+char+and+ruth+at+miniaturs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8293433022827984830</id><published>2009-06-10T06:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:05:20.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Keeping Up with the Joneses</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if this is cyclical or whether I've hit the capacity wall. My blogging has decreased significantly in the past few weeks -- and the only thing I can say that I've added to my daily routine in that time is Twittering. Now, I'm not a voracious twitterer and the posts are 140 characters long. Period. But I'm realizing that the content of the twitter is often more like blog content than like my Facebook status updates. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is anyone else having trouble keeping up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I think that while I'm on vacation starting on Friday I will stop with the twittering and stick with Facebook -- my reach is broader and more inclusive on Facebook. We'll see if I miss the twit-bit. I anticipate I'll return to my tweetdeck when I return to the office, but am considering changing my priorities there so I leave myself room for blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no expectations that people are sitting around unfulfilled because I'm not blogging -- I am not sure many have noticed, actually. I mostly know that I enjoy blogging. It gives me mental space to reflect and rejoice and remember -- all things that are pretty critical in life. Jesus seems to put a priority on all of these activities (though he certainly does not specify a medium for doing them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea whether the Jones family has a blog and a Facebook page and a Twitter following actually. If they do, though, I've decided that the goal is not to keep up with their frenzie. The goal -- for me (and for most people I know using these things) -- is to connect with people who matter and to continue the dialogue that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8293433022827984830?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8293433022827984830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-up-with-joneses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8293433022827984830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8293433022827984830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-up-with-joneses.html' title='Keeping Up with the Joneses'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1050993485633489467</id><published>2009-06-05T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:17:45.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible translation'/><title type='text'>JESUS Film Ministry in Nicaragua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SilvUanuVWI/AAAAAAAAFNg/91DLFyFEcGw/s1600-h/jesus-film-header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343924829385807202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SilvUanuVWI/AAAAAAAAFNg/91DLFyFEcGw/s400/jesus-film-header.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A friend who works with JESUS Film just sent this story in an email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening of May 4, 2009, Chema Lopez, a JESUS film team leader, sat with his young daughter outside their home. A young man approached Chema and told him this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Gabriel Antonio Madrigal, I am the oldest of four brothers. I came from a very poor family; my father was a heavy drinker, and he always treated my mom very badly. … it was very hard, very sad, very painful. Seven years ago you [Chema] were in my school on the 4th of September, 2002, and you brought a movie called ‘Jesus for Children.’ That was the day I prayed and gave my life to Jesus. I was in the 5th grade. I arrived at home and told my parents about the movie I had seen, and I remember as well the gift you gave me of a little book … and I also presented that to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My father did not change, but one month later in the morning, my father was in the living room reading this little book and crying. That was the day my father gave his life to Jesus. … My father became more responsible—he didn’t return to his drink, nor did he return to mistreating my mother. He conversed with us, gave us counsel. … I give thanks because I was the first in my family to give my life to the Lord, and through a movie and my word, my testimony and a little book [the whole family believes].”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for the fruit of His work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1050993485633489467?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1050993485633489467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-film-ministry-in-nicaragua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1050993485633489467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1050993485633489467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/jesus-film-ministry-in-nicaragua.html' title='JESUS Film Ministry in Nicaragua'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SilvUanuVWI/AAAAAAAAFNg/91DLFyFEcGw/s72-c/jesus-film-header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8732417822361645983</id><published>2009-06-04T17:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:28:09.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filbert'/><title type='text'>Filbert &amp; Ruth in Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2UqqmuKI/AAAAAAAAFNY/k_NElvrpTik/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580686553364642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2UqqmuKI/AAAAAAAAFNY/k_NElvrpTik/s400/DSC00486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I traveled to Brasilia, Brazil for as the representative of Wycliffe USA at the Americas Area Leaders Meetings. This year the focus was on mobilizing the church into the Bible translation movements. We arrived on Monday afternoon and had meetings beginning Monday night and continuing through Thursday night. We flew home on Friday evening and overnight, arriving in Orlando on Saturday. That gave me a bit of time on Friday to drink coffee and sit by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2OlA8xDI/AAAAAAAAFNI/bK3XzVHMWVE/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580581957256242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2OlA8xDI/AAAAAAAAFNI/bK3XzVHMWVE/s200/DSC00482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our meeting room was on the top floor of the hotel where we stayed. At the hottest time of the day, the fact that the room had windows on three sides was less appealing that all the rest of the day and evening when it was glorious. The temps in Brasilia are moderate year round. In May, as the dry season is just beginning, it is just about perfect -- sunny and dry enough (but not yet uncomfortably so) and "just right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2O7mWU4I/AAAAAAAAFNQ/HXnnNbqJ5dY/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580588019700610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2O7mWU4I/AAAAAAAAFNQ/HXnnNbqJ5dY/s200/DSC00485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At break time, it was nice to grab some coffee and a snack and then head out onto the patio on the rooftop. You can see that Filbert and I liked to "catch rays."  We were also likley catching some breeze, too. And look at that sky. It really was that color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2OR4ZEGI/AAAAAAAAFNA/enTxdU5Mlng/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343580576821088354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2OR4ZEGI/AAAAAAAAFNA/enTxdU5Mlng/s200/DSC00480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things that is my reality at meetings that are conducted primarily in Spanish and Portugese is that I spend a good bit of the time wearing an earbud and listening to English translation of the presenters. I'm so grateful for the technology and the people who are multilingual and willing to serve in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Filbert thought these were radios and we were all listening to music or baseball/soccer games. He was slightly disappointed when he found out it was all business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8732417822361645983?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8732417822361645983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/filbert-ruth-in-brazil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8732417822361645983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8732417822361645983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/filbert-ruth-in-brazil.html' title='Filbert &amp; Ruth in Brazil'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig2UqqmuKI/AAAAAAAAFNY/k_NElvrpTik/s72-c/DSC00486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2890013568245758988</id><published>2009-06-04T16:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:57:22.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filbert'/><title type='text'>Filbert in Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig1mkCYE1I/AAAAAAAAFM4/4Kv61BHU4mg/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343579894500037458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig1mkCYE1I/AAAAAAAAFM4/4Kv61BHU4mg/s400/DSC00483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things that Filbert enjoyed while we were in Brazil was the ability to keep up on what others were doing and thinking through Twitter. Here he is checking Twitter Traffic on my iPhone. I, on the other hand, was paying attention to the meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2890013568245758988?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2890013568245758988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/filbert-in-brazil.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2890013568245758988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2890013568245758988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/filbert-in-brazil.html' title='Filbert in Brazil'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sig1mkCYE1I/AAAAAAAAFM4/4Kv61BHU4mg/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4199672076827432449</id><published>2009-06-01T12:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:54:31.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>QUOTE: G. K. Chesterton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus promised His disciples three things: they would be completely fearless, absurdly happy, and in constant trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4199672076827432449?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4199672076827432449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-g-k-chesterton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4199672076827432449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4199672076827432449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-g-k-chesterton.html' title='QUOTE: G. K. Chesterton'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1868112449660754675</id><published>2009-05-31T16:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:08:38.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><title type='text'>Brasilia, Brazil in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Americas Area Leaders met in Brasilia this past week and I was there representing Wycliffe USA. I've created a collage and posted it here (and am using it as my wallpaper on the laptop). I've also been posting photos on Facebook (with captions) and will place a link below in case you'd like to see those and read about the trip some.  Facebook has a way to make that viewable to you if you don't have an account, so I'll see how that works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SiLiwzVhkeI/AAAAAAAAFMw/pLQJ3VdNI0A/s1600-h/2009+Brasilia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342081436056916450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SiLiwzVhkeI/AAAAAAAAFMw/pLQJ3VdNI0A/s400/2009+Brasilia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=94439&amp;amp;id=615581679&amp;amp;l=d390d29257"&gt;FACEBOOK PHOTO ALBUM OF BRAZIL TRIP 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1868112449660754675?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1868112449660754675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/brasilia-brazil-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1868112449660754675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1868112449660754675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/brasilia-brazil-in-pictures.html' title='Brasilia, Brazil in Pictures'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SiLiwzVhkeI/AAAAAAAAFMw/pLQJ3VdNI0A/s72-c/2009+Brasilia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7648887727495243878</id><published>2009-05-10T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:29:46.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><title type='text'>Link to Wycliffe USA Blog</title><content type='html'>This is the place (the title above is a link to the Wycliffe USA Blog) to keep current -- currently with the IMC team and others who are traveling in Uganda and Tanzania this week. The first video has been posted and is viewable here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this blog you can also find Twitter and Facebook connections for those on the trip if that is something you want to explore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7648887727495243878?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wycliffeusa.wordpress.com/' title='Link to Wycliffe USA Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7648887727495243878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/link-to-wycliffe-usa-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7648887727495243878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7648887727495243878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/link-to-wycliffe-usa-blog.html' title='Link to Wycliffe USA Blog'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2611870807885022022</id><published>2009-05-09T07:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:24:15.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cootie Brown'/><title type='text'>Undercover Cootie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgVmi7A9gQI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/f9JKBalNJHQ/s1600-h/Cootie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgVmi7A9gQI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/f9JKBalNJHQ/s400/Cootie3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333782083833528578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things that Cootie enjoys is chasing (and tormenting) geckos. Not the Geico kind that talk and wear little suits, the kind who live on the patio and in the bushes EVERYWHERE here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll dash out onto the patio and nearly fly from one potted plant to the other, under chairs and around the grill in search of her prey.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, they see her coming and most of them are smart enough to run. Run fast and straight up and out of reach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cootie used a new tactic yesterday -- the disguise. I admit that she may have gotten the idea from something I was watching on television. So, here is Undercover Cootie ready to go out and blend in with the locals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean no disrespect for the Cootmeister and still fully support the strategy of disguises, but this flat out did not work. They still saw her coming and they still ran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2611870807885022022?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2611870807885022022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/undercover-cootie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2611870807885022022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2611870807885022022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/undercover-cootie.html' title='Undercover Cootie'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgVmi7A9gQI/AAAAAAAAFMQ/f9JKBalNJHQ/s72-c/Cootie3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4415109945190974682</id><published>2009-05-08T18:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:23:51.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Ruth Mosaic - Another Facebook Game</title><content type='html'>Here you go. Another one of those Facebook Games. This one was going around weeks ago and I'm just getting around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search (http://www.flickr.com/).&lt;br /&gt;b. Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Mosaic Maker. Change rows to 3 and columns to 3 (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php).&lt;br /&gt;d. Save the image and post it on this note!&lt;br /&gt;e. If you're tagged, pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;5. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;7. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;9. One word to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333577134656403458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgSsJT1XOAI/AAAAAAAAFMI/04Yfi6-_EfE/s400/Ruth+Mosaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rdrev/3181249004/"&gt;Ruth's Drive In&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lf3180/404814302/"&gt;A Loaf of Bread&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/makeupanid/1297893670/"&gt;An Appointment with Indigo&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mindibartell/2175658468/"&gt;i love you water. i miss you diet coke.&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/89985824@N00/1624893946/"&gt;Little Cabin in the woods...&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bugsandfishes/3076537677/"&gt;Snowflake Curtain&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hvhe1/2060100938/"&gt;The devoted secretary&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jaewalk/3133924813/"&gt;underneath a star&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44548980@N00/505849760/"&gt;Twilight and Blossoms, Mendocino County&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4415109945190974682?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4415109945190974682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/ruth-mosaic-another-facebook-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4415109945190974682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4415109945190974682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/ruth-mosaic-another-facebook-game.html' title='Ruth Mosaic - Another Facebook Game'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgSsJT1XOAI/AAAAAAAAFMI/04Yfi6-_EfE/s72-c/Ruth+Mosaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4937158564833513866</id><published>2009-05-07T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:05:22.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cootie Brown'/><title type='text'>Cootie...er, Half Pint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgN1hYYni2I/AAAAAAAAFLk/6-mQMHt0EPg/s1600-h/Cootie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgN1hYYni2I/AAAAAAAAFLk/6-mQMHt0EPg/s400/Cootie5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333235600078637922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Cootie spent today watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little House on the Prairie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (with Filbert) and now she insists that I call her Half Pint and wants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fishin&lt;/span&gt;' with Mr. Edwards tomorrow. If I knew a Mr. Edwards (or just someone who wanted to take a dog dressed like Laura Ingalls fishing) I'd be happy to oblige. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what the two of them will watch tomorrow. I'm hoping it's not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I can deal with an evening of canine OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4937158564833513866?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4937158564833513866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/cootieer-half-pint.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4937158564833513866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4937158564833513866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/cootieer-half-pint.html' title='Cootie...er, Half Pint'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgN1hYYni2I/AAAAAAAAFLk/6-mQMHt0EPg/s72-c/Cootie5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7753059503199997747</id><published>2009-05-07T12:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:08:08.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WIth Photographers as Friends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sanuk-sanan/3363588999/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3363588999_c59cca2b96_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/sanuk-sanan/3363588999/"&gt;Garden Flower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sanuk-sanan/"&gt;Julie A Green&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Julie just made me a "contact" on her Flickr account and that opened a door of extraoridinary opportunity for me to see some of her wonderful photography as well as an easy way to share some of it with you in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that this all came to my attention as I sat down to eat my lunch and check personal email, etc. so I have time to visually wander through some delightful places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU JULIE!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7753059503199997747?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7753059503199997747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-photographers-as-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7753059503199997747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7753059503199997747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-photographers-as-friends.html' title='WIth Photographers as Friends....'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3363588999_c59cca2b96_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5042917062194469299</id><published>2009-05-06T22:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:10:17.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cootie Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filbert'/><title type='text'>Close Encounters of the Third or Fourth Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgJBPNEMgRI/AAAAAAAAFLU/pO4nYMdJm24/s1600-h/Cootie6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgJBPNEMgRI/AAAAAAAAFLU/pO4nYMdJm24/s320/Cootie6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332896638221189394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cootie and Filbert are becoming fast friends. They really do look smart together, especially when Filbert is sitting on Cootie's brown blanket -- don't you think? And it is such a nice demonstration of sharing, too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got together this evening and planned out the remainder of their week. While I'm working all day, Filbert has gotten rather enthralled by a few television series and he's bound and determined to get Cootie into the mania. I hear that tomorrow they are watching a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little House on the Prairie&lt;/span&gt; marathon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgJBVTxwoJI/AAAAAAAAFLc/lS841JIld8E/s200/Cootie7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332896743102128274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that Filbert must have gotten some cheese crumbs lodged in his ear earlier today. He'd been complaining about not being able to hear properly. Apparently Cootie helped him with that dilemma. They really are such nice friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5042917062194469299?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5042917062194469299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/close-encounters-of-third-or-fourth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5042917062194469299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5042917062194469299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/close-encounters-of-third-or-fourth.html' title='Close Encounters of the Third or Fourth Kind'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgJBPNEMgRI/AAAAAAAAFLU/pO4nYMdJm24/s72-c/Cootie6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1147750789026117807</id><published>2009-05-05T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:22:06.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cootie Brown'/><title type='text'>Guess Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgJAVG01wnI/AAAAAAAAFLM/Qiqj2ExDJmM/s1600-h/Cootie9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgJAVG01wnI/AAAAAAAAFLM/Qiqj2ExDJmM/s400/Cootie9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332895640113758834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cootie is back!  She's been here a number of times since the visit when she &lt;a href="http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2007/07/cootie-camp-hub-001.html"&gt;blogged&lt;/a&gt;, actually. I just don't often let her use my computer. I should, though -- she had quite the following when she blogged before. (I'll think about that.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cootie is only here for a short week, but I think it will be a good week. She is certainly enjoying playing with...well, that's for another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is merely to announce that SHE IS BACK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1147750789026117807?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1147750789026117807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1147750789026117807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1147750789026117807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who?'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SgJAVG01wnI/AAAAAAAAFLM/Qiqj2ExDJmM/s72-c/Cootie9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2103992056733580593</id><published>2009-05-04T07:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:08:55.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worldview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>WAS v. AM BECOMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDpsT74PsK4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rDpsT74PsK4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tom Lin pointed me (and others) to this video on his blog (it was at the top of the blog roll when I posted my Deuteronomy post just now) and I have to share it, too. These are students in the InterVarsity chapter at Drake University. I think they have also met the Rock who is perfect and just and right -- and whose mercy is new every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to watch this and not be encouraged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2103992056733580593?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2103992056733580593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-v-am-becoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2103992056733580593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2103992056733580593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-v-am-becoming.html' title='WAS v. AM BECOMING'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-623622389693109154</id><published>2009-05-04T06:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:00:48.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worldview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSF'/><title type='text'>from Deuteronomy 32 (a song of Moses)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:10px;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; Listen, O heavens, and I will speak; &lt;br /&gt;       hear, O earth, the words of my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5761" class="versenum" value="2" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; Let my teaching fall like rain &lt;br /&gt;       and my words descend like dew, &lt;br /&gt;       like showers on new grass, &lt;br /&gt;       like abundant rain on tender plants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5762" class="versenum" value="3" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; I will proclaim the name of the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;       Oh, praise the greatness of our God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5763" class="versenum" value="4" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; He is the Rock, his works are perfect, &lt;br /&gt;       and all his ways are just. &lt;br /&gt;       A faithful God who does no wrong, &lt;br /&gt;       upright and just is he.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moses -- 120 years old and all of his peers are dead. He knows that Joshua is going to lead the people of Israel into the Promised Land soon. He has seen this land from the mountain top but will not be entering it himself because of his own faithlessness (see the end of Deut. 32 for a brief description of that). And this is his last song to the nation he has lead for four decades. It is a song that God taught him and instructed him to sing. He has preached some extraordinary sermons over the past days (recorded as the book of Deuteronomy) recounting the Law and the journey to this place and he is about to die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this introduction -- and Moses' confidence in who God is. I see this as key to all that is right about Moses. Key to his humility and his confidence. Moses was intimately engaged with the God of all creation, the Lord of Heaven and Earth, the Eternal One. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the past months we've been studying the life of Moses in BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) and I've grown to love and respect Moses like never before. One of the strengths of BSF is the consistent reminder (usually through questions) that a study of God's Word is intended to impact every aspect of our lives -- our minds and hearts and souls -- and to play out in our words and actions and relationships. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I ask myself how I will live differently because I know the Rock whose works are perfect and whose ways are just and right? How will that show in my attitudes and choices on a Monday in May?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----&lt;     &gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I am doing a Bible study where I need to jump from one passage to another for various questions, I love Bible Gateway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=deut%2032&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've created a hyperlink to Bible Gateway @ Deuteronomy 32 in case you want to see this passage in context or just check out this internet tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The other Bible tool I love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youversion.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YouVerio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n. If you have not signed up there, you might want to at least check it out. I have an idea of how I want to use that tool over the summer (starting over the summer, anyhow) -- I'll get back to you on how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-623622389693109154?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/623622389693109154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-deuteronomy-32-song-of-moses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/623622389693109154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/623622389693109154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-deuteronomy-32-song-of-moses.html' title='from Deuteronomy 32 (a song of Moses)'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-5622420302259324442</id><published>2009-05-02T21:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:44:47.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Produce Market &amp; Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz8u2QCTSI/AAAAAAAAFK8/qlnHygnlngw/s1600-h/ratatoulle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331413940666780962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz8u2QCTSI/AAAAAAAAFK8/qlnHygnlngw/s400/ratatoulle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz5_UWcxoI/AAAAAAAAFKM/5rVVsgaTtpM/s1600-h/ratatoulle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331412839482675202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz7uwBSUAI/AAAAAAAAFK0/4j_bHs53LQw/s200/ratatoulle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dad and i went to the produce market this morning and I got inspired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That inspiration worked itself out in the kitchen today -- I made lunch and supper and used a lot of produce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331412837357329554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz7uoGkHJI/AAAAAAAAFKk/SjbN0qEM-kY/s200/ratatoulle4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Late in the afternoon I started the easy but multi-stepped process of making ratatouille. The recipe I use as a foundation for this adds chicken and makes it a meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331412834445012402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz7udQNrbI/AAAAAAAAFKc/KTLaH6vegsE/s200/ratatoulle5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I chopped and chopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was lots of chopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to use my BIG bamboo cutting board and various ones of my kitchen knives. (You know, having the right knives can make all the difference in the kitchen.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331412836449650706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz7ukuKCBI/AAAAAAAAFKs/WfKzE03-SLo/s200/ratatoulle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I also got to go out to the flower garden where I've added a few of my favorite herbs and picked fresh basil (some sweet and some spicy) and rosemary to add to the pot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My rosemary is currently growing in a pot on the patio -- it is rather small. I love the way this evergreen smells when it is brushed or crushed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331414841216057922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz9jRDtwkI/AAAAAAAAFLE/X9KojVxBiFA/s200/ratatoulle7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;And then, while dad chose to have some bread and pepper jack cheese with his, I chose to sprinkle goat cheese on mine. Oh, that was a very good addition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-5622420302259324442?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/5622420302259324442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/produce-market-ratatouille.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5622420302259324442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/5622420302259324442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/produce-market-ratatouille.html' title='Produce Market &amp; Ratatouille'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz8u2QCTSI/AAAAAAAAFK8/qlnHygnlngw/s72-c/ratatoulle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-3843836046581753924</id><published>2009-05-01T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:50:39.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes a Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz1i9UCkjI/AAAAAAAAFKE/fDd_ukzUnko/s1600-h/squirrel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz1i9UCkjI/AAAAAAAAFKE/fDd_ukzUnko/s320/squirrel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331406039822799410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Six or eight weeks ago I found a bird feeder on clearance at Target for less than $3 and grabbed it. I still had a stash of birdseed from my last "urge" to feed the birds, so I came home and filled it up and hung it in my Bottle Brush tree out back. It took the birds a few weeks to find it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed sitting on my patio watching the birds come to the feeder and then flit around the yard from bush to tree to tree and back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward through a bit of traveling and less time to sit around on the patio and you get to last weekend when I filled the feeder up again and rehung it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz1ilLwDQI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/b7etHBCB7qg/s320/squirrel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331406033345580290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday I wandered out back to check on things and figured I'd see if there was evidence that the birds had been back. I was surprised to find the feeder almost empty. Really hungry birds? That didn't seem likely, but no other reasonable cause came to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than an hour later I glanced out of my bedroom window and saw him. Nervy. Bold. A thief who I'm sure things of  himself as a clever thing. In fact, I'm sure  he thinks  he is totally innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, it has only been the last year or less that we've had squirrels in the neighborhood and I've only seen one in my yard one time before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz1ilTAm9I/AAAAAAAAFJ0/3UzY8Iem5H4/s320/squirrel3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331406033376025554" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know. Fill the bird feeder -- feed the squirrel. So, do I just let him eat the rest of the stash and then call it an end to that phase or do I start playing the game where the human tries to outsmart the critter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, after I took the first couple of photos, the screen door slammed shut and he jumped down from the feeder and dashed to the Live Oak... hiding behind the trunk and peeking around the side to see if I was still there or had given up. Like he knew I'd eventually go back in the house and he could finish his dinner in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly squirrel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/20896253-3843836046581753924?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/3843836046581753924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-takes-thief.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3843836046581753924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/3843836046581753924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-takes-thief.html' title='It Takes a Thief'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfz1i9UCkjI/AAAAAAAAFKE/fDd_ukzUnko/s72-c/squirrel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-261626658556371079</id><published>2009-04-30T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:50:30.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filbert'/><title type='text'>Filbert on a Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpVWIJ14dI/AAAAAAAAFJs/9uBTVlu77Qk/s1600-h/DSC00333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpVWIJ14dI/AAAAAAAAFJs/9uBTVlu77Qk/s400/DSC00333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330666947580649938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpU_3Rd2kI/AAAAAAAAFJk/JfPxrw5dOdw/s1600-h/DSC00332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpU_3Rd2kI/AAAAAAAAFJk/JfPxrw5dOdw/s400/DSC00332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330666565092104770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-261626658556371079?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/261626658556371079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/filbert-on-bike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/261626658556371079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/261626658556371079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/filbert-on-bike.html' title='Filbert on a Bike'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpVWIJ14dI/AAAAAAAAFJs/9uBTVlu77Qk/s72-c/DSC00333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2889759790961322815</id><published>2009-04-30T21:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:45:02.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>A Final Glimpse of My Week in Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpQDZJuKcI/AAAAAAAAFJc/vQ6xX6vyyEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpQDZJuKcI/AAAAAAAAFJc/vQ6xX6vyyEQ/s400/IMG_0080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330661128167893442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before April ends in a couple of hours (here...it has already ended where some of you live), I want to at least record a few great moments or memories from my time in Thailand earlier this month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I was there for Palm Sunday and that was a great blessing in many ways. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP3ts9THI/AAAAAAAAFJU/W2jmzDq7QdU/s1600-h/DSC00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP3gnXtaI/AAAAAAAAFJM/mQe1xfyn_5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP3gnXtaI/AAAAAAAAFJM/mQe1xfyn_5Y/s200/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330660924012869026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, the group gathered for the conference was divided into a few smaller groups which met a number of times through the week to update each other about life and work over the past year and then to pray for those who had shared on that day. Again, a huge blessing for me to be able to participate in this. I am often amazed by the goodness of praying with people -- and the extreme goodness of God who had made the way for us to come directly to Him with our everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP3M5VlzI/AAAAAAAAFJE/pN4j_iQEyg8/s1600-h/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP3M5VlzI/AAAAAAAAFJE/pN4j_iQEyg8/s200/IMG_0092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330660918719518514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third, I got to meet and then spend some time with a new friend of a friend who was a new friend last Spring. (Don't worry, there won't be a quiz.) We emailed this photo (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear they are called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;selfies&lt;/span&gt;" when you take a photo of yourself or yourself with others&lt;/span&gt;) from my phone of the two of us drinking a coffee toast to Julie who was in southern California working on her PhD and kicking butt in a battle with melanoma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP3NH4GkI/AAAAAAAAFI8/ElayGfWKKMk/s1600-h/DSC00336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP3NH4GkI/AAAAAAAAFI8/ElayGfWKKMk/s200/DSC00336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330660918780500546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fourth, I had a chance to actually get to know April who I'd first met at a Conference in Orlando in 2007. (Filbert got in on this photo -- silly creature that he is.) She lives and works in a country that is on my "I'd like to go there" list -- so visiting her there is one more reason why I should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP219booI/AAAAAAAAFI0/S70RjJ_kwOs/s1600-h/DSC00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpP219booI/AAAAAAAAFI0/S70RjJ_kwOs/s200/DSC00291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330660912562676354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This locus was captured by one of the children at the Conference who was playing with it. It was brought to me at the breakfast table as an illustration of the type of treat we'd discussed the night before as being a delicious snack. I did NOT eat this winged creature. To my knowledge, no one did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the summary of my week in Thailand is that it was a great time of being blessed and of connecting with people and of seeing some beautiful things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2889759790961322815?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2889759790961322815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-april-ends-in-couple-of-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2889759790961322815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2889759790961322815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-april-ends-in-couple-of-hours.html' title='A Final Glimpse of My Week in Thailand'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfpQDZJuKcI/AAAAAAAAFJc/vQ6xX6vyyEQ/s72-c/IMG_0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-2183219863641885002</id><published>2009-04-30T06:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:50:07.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$19.16 for Diet Canada Dry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfl8w8X4utI/AAAAAAAAFIs/Vp5dN9R4XzQ/s1600-h/soda+prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfl8w8X4utI/AAAAAAAAFIs/Vp5dN9R4XzQ/s400/soda+prices.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330428814251571922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could get over the fact the the person who stocked this shelf did not face it correctly. I could even make an excuse for that employee, letting myself believe that customers flipped the cases of soda so they'd not be "right." Contrary to what at least a few of you might think, I could even pass by this shelf without straightening these products. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What caught my attention and I could not ignore was this signage and these posted prices. What were they thinking? If you know anything about retail, you've heard of price point. While I do not understand all of the ins and outs of economics, I do understand the basic principles of "customary price point" which rely on the fact that people are used to paying a certain price for a product and when that product is priced higher than the customary price, sales drop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally think that this was a mental game that Target was playing with customers. The reality is, the prices of canned soda are increasing and I suspect that when the new prices hit the shelves, people cut back on soda purchases. How do you get buying started again?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pepsi packages their 12 ounce cans in cases of 8 instead of 12, making the per package price less (but not that much less) than the 12 can case. (This makes me crazy -- like all of the companies which now put 1.75 quarts of ice cream in the traditionally "half gallon" container.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other option -- the one that may have been happening here at Target -- is to shock customers with significantly higher prices and then come down just enough that they start buying again. (Or they could be "over pricing" this product line in order to make us feel better about what they are charging for Coke and Pepsi products.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you live in the States, don't you feel a lot better about $2.19 per gallon gasoline and about driving an SUV than you did when gas was about this price BEFORE it went up to $4 a gallon?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, let's not forget that I really do not understand consumer economics in any academic sense. I do know that my reaction to this is "do they really think anyone will pay $19.16 for soda?" knowing full well that people spend well over that for soda all the time. The difference is, they do it $3 and $4 at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-2183219863641885002?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/2183219863641885002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/1916-for-diet-canada-dry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2183219863641885002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/2183219863641885002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/1916-for-diet-canada-dry.html' title='$19.16 for Diet Canada Dry?'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/Sfl8w8X4utI/AAAAAAAAFIs/Vp5dN9R4XzQ/s72-c/soda+prices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-6225218490173863376</id><published>2009-04-29T08:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:32:45.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mali-anta/3465204040/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3465204040_6fefb1659f_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/mali-anta/3465204040/"&gt;Plow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mali-anta/"&gt;Mali Anta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, when you look at this image (I hope you find it as beautiful as I do) what characteristics of God do you see expressed?  We are -- each one of us -- created in the image of God and we do -- whether it is intentional on our part or not -- reflect His character in our living. What do you see?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-6225218490173863376?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/6225218490173863376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/plow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6225218490173863376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/6225218490173863376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/plow.html' title='Plow'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3652/3465204040_6fefb1659f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7205994676916413982</id><published>2009-04-28T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:39:38.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers and plants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><title type='text'>Flowers @ Wang Tarn: THE VIDEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b896f0b5ca4813ea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db896f0b5ca4813ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147985%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A969874646B4B6B6ED59BAC25EC5B266BD0D426.50C23F122FEA6BB5CD0122450341E89A46A8999E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db896f0b5ca4813ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFOSrHsPnZVCgdfT8qHKLXK1nim0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db896f0b5ca4813ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330147985%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A969874646B4B6B6ED59BAC25EC5B266BD0D426.50C23F122FEA6BB5CD0122450341E89A46A8999E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db896f0b5ca4813ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFOSrHsPnZVCgdfT8qHKLXK1nim0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Simple video taken with my Canon Cyber-shot. No production or editing. That means no music and no titles. Just flowers and birdsong and the occasional sound of me moving the camera and walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7205994676916413982?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b896f0b5ca4813ea&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7205994676916413982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowers-wang-tarn-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7205994676916413982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7205994676916413982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowers-wang-tarn-video.html' title='Flowers @ Wang Tarn: THE VIDEO'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-8096373762423733041</id><published>2009-04-28T06:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:43:05.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wrongmonth-a-blog-o-phobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;:: the fear of what will happen if you blog one month's life events and insightful thoughts and meandering wonderings in a different (and obviously later) month ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've been following this blog for long, you know that I often blog more consistently when I am quite busy as all that busyness gives me something to blog about and at those times I'm also paced to be productive. This is how I am wired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a busy month in some respects, but where I have been most of the month has been beyond the reach of consistent and easily accessible internet connectivity. This means that I have only a few days left in the month of April and quite a few things from April which I'd planned to blog (I've taken photos to illustrate those not-yet-composed ramblings) left on the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I've noted is that if I let these kinds of things carry over (like roll-over minutes on my cell plan, which I think are great) then it clogs up my motivation and thinking for the new things that come.  So, this morning I am deciding that I'll blog what I blog and then move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so relieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-8096373762423733041?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/8096373762423733041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrongmonth-blog-o-phobia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8096373762423733041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/8096373762423733041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrongmonth-blog-o-phobia.html' title='wrongmonth-a-blog-o-phobia'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7750391608863984079</id><published>2009-04-27T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:54:53.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Languages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible translation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wycliffe'/><title type='text'>Wycliffe's Spring Scripture Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/video/1438475" width="400" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="autoplay=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had the privilege of serving as host of a Celebration gathering at Wycliffe USA's headquarters in Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a live web stream broadcast of the event -- announced on Twitter and through other social media -- and for a first time I'd say it was a great success. These are the kinds of things you want to do once or twice before you promote them broadly. It's just not good practice to make the promise of an invitation until you are confident that you can follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The web cast is still available if you are interested in watching it (embedded above). The program is around an hour long. I've not watched it myself yet -- but I was there live and can tell you that it was a blessing to celebrate the Word in this way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-7750391608863984079?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7750391608863984079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/wycliffes-spring-scripture-celebration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7750391608863984079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7750391608863984079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/wycliffes-spring-scripture-celebration.html' title='Wycliffe&apos;s Spring Scripture Celebration'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1852351112269391062</id><published>2009-04-27T06:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:53:54.232-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ukraine'/><title type='text'>Operation: Ukraine Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;47 DAYS and COUNTING&lt;/span&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/20896253-1852351112269391062?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1852351112269391062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/operation-ukraine-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1852351112269391062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1852351112269391062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/operation-ukraine-vacation.html' title='Operation: Ukraine Vacation'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-1853699113810861458</id><published>2009-04-26T21:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:54:50.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filbert'/><title type='text'>Another King...and Filbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfUHk1D0PYI/AAAAAAAAFIk/_-PuVBjQ2dk/s400/DSC00334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329174063362620802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last year when I traveled to Thailand a couple of friends who live or have lived there helped me know about some of the cultural things that could trip me up as an American in this culture. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Not only do I try to not be offensive when I travel, I try to find out if there are things that I can do that will express my respect and appreciation to those who I encounter along the way. Getting some insider insight can be very helpful in that venture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Thailand has a king. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Under the Constitution of 1978, Thailand has a British-style cabinet form of government with King Bhumibol Adulyadej (Rama IX, 1946- ) reigning as constitutional monarch and Prime Minister Prem Tinsulanonda heading the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;) He is loved by many, but not all of the citizens of Thailand. Culturally it is expected that all people -- Thai citizens and foreign guests -- will conduct themselves in ways that show respect for the King whose image is on all the paper money and whose photo is found in just about every public place. Actually, it's more than just a cultural expectation -- it is constitutional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://goseasia.about.com/od/thaipeopleculture/a/lesemajeste.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This photo is of Filbert in a tiki hut bar on the Wang Tarn property where we stayed. It was not in use while we were there. While a framed image of the king hung in the reception area of the resort, his image could be found in a number of other locations like this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-1853699113810861458?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/1853699113810861458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-kingand-filbert.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1853699113810861458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/1853699113810861458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-kingand-filbert.html' title='Another King...and Filbert'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfUHk1D0PYI/AAAAAAAAFIk/_-PuVBjQ2dk/s72-c/DSC00334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-7679000412562077417</id><published>2009-04-25T20:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:17:48.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NBC's Kings - A Fascinating Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfO1SvfTA1I/AAAAAAAAFIc/qHKq_uOYXrE/s1600-h/NUP_133210_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfO1SvfTA1I/AAAAAAAAFIc/qHKq_uOYXrE/s400/NUP_133210_0725.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328802117699437394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what it is about the show that has captured my attention, but it has. I am proof (anecdotal proof at least) that the plan worked. NBC made the series premier of this new show available on iTunes as a FREE download and I nabbed it figuring that it might be a good diversion on a long flight. I watched it in parts on my flights back and forth to Asheville this past week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was looking to see if I could set the DVR to record new episodes and discovered that there are no new episodes to record. Then I found that episodes 2-5 were available on Prime Time On Demand (also FREE) or on the &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Kings/"&gt;NBC website&lt;/a&gt; so I could catch up on what I'd missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New episodes will be available in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what they'd hoped -- that those of us who'd like the show who'd also resist watching the first broadcasts (for whatever reasons) would watch the first one on our iPhones because FREE is hard to resist. And, once we'd see it, we would get hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, not only have I become a cautious but enthusiastic fan of this interesting story, I am a fan of their plan to beat the odds in a time when there are so many options competing for share of mind that traditional series premiers are very easily missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Pictured: (l-r) Sebastian Stan as Jack Benjamin, Allison Miller as Michelle Benjamin, Susanna Thompson as Queen Rose Benjamin, Ian McShane as King Silas Benjamin, Chris Egan as David Shepherd -- NBC Photo: Andrew Eccles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/20896253-7679000412562077417?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/7679000412562077417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/nbcs-kings-fascinating-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7679000412562077417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/7679000412562077417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/nbcs-kings-fascinating-tale.html' title='NBC&apos;s Kings - A Fascinating Tale'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfO1SvfTA1I/AAAAAAAAFIc/qHKq_uOYXrE/s72-c/NUP_133210_0725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20896253.post-4129006403517072157</id><published>2009-04-24T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:58:20.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in Asheville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7yQArMoI/AAAAAAAAFIU/TUq9iVEDLzE/s1600-h/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7yQArMoI/AAAAAAAAFIU/TUq9iVEDLzE/s400/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328457412354192002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7iSeFjBI/AAAAAAAAFIM/boVhvBYHVss/s1600-h/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7iSeFjBI/AAAAAAAAFIM/boVhvBYHVss/s320/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328457138136517650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7iYMfHNI/AAAAAAAAFIE/d6isSn2QUD8/s1600-h/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7iYMfHNI/AAAAAAAAFIE/d6isSn2QUD8/s320/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328457139673308370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7iA81lfI/AAAAAAAAFH8/kvERU9Ml3F4/s1600-h/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7iA81lfI/AAAAAAAAFH8/kvERU9Ml3F4/s320/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328457133433656818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7hPtfxPI/AAAAAAAAFH0/PYEvDHyGCK4/s1600-h/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7hPtfxPI/AAAAAAAAFH0/PYEvDHyGCK4/s320/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328457120215975154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7g_z-hKI/AAAAAAAAFHs/UBp3ybj0gLY/s1600-h/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7g_z-hKI/AAAAAAAAFHs/UBp3ybj0gLY/s320/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328457115948188834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog does not need my words to give it purpose or clarity. Oh, I do love Spring and am so very grateful for the days I got to spend in Asheville, North Carolina where Spring is exploding!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20896253-4129006403517072157?l=ruthhubbard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/feeds/4129006403517072157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-in-asheville.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4129006403517072157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20896253/posts/default/4129006403517072157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthhubbard.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-in-asheville.html' title='Spring in Asheville'/><author><name>Ruth Hubbard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15328808989997212603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SlprPc1B8cI/AAAAAAAAF7o/QtkCkBqci1Y/S220/Ruth-with-border.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWQHTfH7Ux8/SfJ7yQArMoI/AAAAAAAAFIU/TUq9iVEDLzE/s72-c/Spring+in+Asheville,+NC-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
