<?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-15310592</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:06:20.312-06:00</updated><category term='diy tinker and futz'/><category term='knowledge learning expertise lessons teacher'/><title type='text'>be obsessive</title><subtitle type='html'>get hooked - focus - dive into details - forget where you started</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-934547012914004935</id><published>2010-10-01T08:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:49:34.386-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge learning expertise lessons teacher'/><title type='text'>expertise</title><summary type='text'>Expertise is gold.  You do your job all day long and you want to know what you are doing.  You want to understand as much as you can about the cause and effect of the decisions you make.  You want to have a base of understanding that feeds all of the complexities that spring forth.Developing expertise is an ambiguous slide rule ranging from BS on one end to complete fluency on the other. A lack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/934547012914004935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=934547012914004935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/934547012914004935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/934547012914004935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2010/10/expertise.html' title='expertise'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-71130206700162646</id><published>2008-12-11T10:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:59:15.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants</title><summary type='text'>Ants are brilliant creatures.  They work together to accomplish great things that help their entire community.  We can learn a lot from ants when we are interested in learning about teamwork.We can also learn a lot from them by analyzing their faults.  For example, when ants get lost or confused they revert ot one simple rule, "Follow the guy in front of you".  Often this logic fails the ant. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/71130206700162646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=71130206700162646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/71130206700162646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/71130206700162646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2008/12/ants.html' title='Ants'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-2637019889480308005</id><published>2008-12-08T18:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:38:01.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><summary type='text'>When your brain is overwhelmed with things to keep track of, science has proven that we make increasingly emotional choices. You are trying very hard to remember a 7 digit number when someone offers you a choice of snacks.  One is a yummy chocolate cake, the other is tasty and healthy fruit salad.  You are 30% more likely to succumb to you MMMCAKE reflex.If you are trying to remember a simple 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/2637019889480308005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=2637019889480308005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/2637019889480308005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/2637019889480308005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2008/12/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-3497280375687951112</id><published>2008-11-17T16:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:26:45.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog</title><summary type='text'>I have owned Lakota for 8 years.  How he came to be my dog is a long story.  I was not prepared to be a dog owner. Lakota is now 11.  He thinks he is 2.  He is full of energy and loves attention.He has an anal sac tumor.  It is small and in early stages.  It has not spread and it is not known without surgery if it is malignant.  His recent bloodwork indicates that he is healthy aside from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/3497280375687951112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=3497280375687951112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/3497280375687951112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/3497280375687951112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dog.html' title='My dog'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-4793424746534889371</id><published>2008-11-03T10:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:45:24.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GO VOTE!</title><summary type='text'>My mother forwarded the "Joe Porter" email to me a few days ago.  I decided to take some time an write back in my own words.-----Mom,We've never discussed politics in our family.  I'm not sure why.  But here we go. I had not read that letter until you sent it.  I only read it because it came from you.  I see that it has been all over the internet and has sparked some debate.  For the most part, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/4793424746534889371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=4793424746534889371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/4793424746534889371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/4793424746534889371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-vote.html' title='GO VOTE!'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-7603231419581493842</id><published>2008-07-09T11:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:14:31.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walt was wise</title><summary type='text'>I was reacquainted with a forgotten verse today while discussing life philosophy and illness.Walt Whitman (1819–1892).  Leaves of Grass.  1900.One Hour to Madness and Joy  ONE hour to madness and joy!   O furious! O confine me not!   (What is this that frees me so in storms?   What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)      O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/7603231419581493842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=7603231419581493842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/7603231419581493842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/7603231419581493842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2008/07/walt-was-wise.html' title='Walt was wise'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-8349023477338621663</id><published>2008-07-08T13:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:30:55.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn then do.  Do to learn.</title><summary type='text'>I will try anything once.  If I get around to it a second or third time, I usually invest in the tools to make it easier.  This applies to sports, hobbies, and fix-up work.I usually rationalize the purchase of a new tool by comparing the cost of the tool to the cost of the finished pre-made object the tool helps me create.  For example, a pot rack would cost about $300.  A cutoff saw and welder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/8349023477338621663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=8349023477338621663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/8349023477338621663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/8349023477338621663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2008/07/learn-then-do-do-to-learn.html' title='Learn then do.  Do to learn.'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-8655786960685597689</id><published>2008-03-06T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:31:33.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy tinker and futz'/><title type='text'>DIY!  It's good for you and your country</title><summary type='text'>This article really struck a chord with me.  I am a self professed DIYer.  My shop overflows with tools, sawdust, and electronics.  I plan to port this obsession into a business but that's a story for another post. Read the article and tell me what you think.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.wired.com/techbiz/people/magazine/16-03/st_thompson' title='DIY!  It&apos;s good for you and your country'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/8655786960685597689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=8655786960685597689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/8655786960685597689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/8655786960685597689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2008/03/diy-its-good-for-you-and-your-country.html' title='DIY!  It&apos;s good for you and your country'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-6110260899507204276</id><published>2008-02-29T14:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:21:34.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a bucket of gumption</title><summary type='text'>There's this bucket full of gumption perched on my head.  It gets a refill everytime inspiration strikes.  I never know how full it is and if I'm not careful I waste it all on tweaking and sputtering.  I need to be more mindful of where my gumption goes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/6110260899507204276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=6110260899507204276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/6110260899507204276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/6110260899507204276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2008/02/bucket-of-gumption.html' title='a bucket of gumption'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-7481386404537464665</id><published>2007-05-18T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:21:26.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><summary type='text'>I've been 'tagged' by REETSYBURGER to do '5 things'.The rules are as follows:1. someone tags you,2. you post five things about yourself that you haven’t already mentioned on your blog,3. you tag people you’d like to know more about.Five things about myself that I haven't mentioned on my blog? I don't say much so the options are wide open.I once survived a 2 week family vacation from hell buy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/7481386404537464665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=7481386404537464665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/7481386404537464665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/7481386404537464665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-134055486909079473</id><published>2007-01-16T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:38:57.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Over</title><summary type='text'>I use the google homepage and have a horoscope feed on it.  While today's was timely and on point, horoscopes that match my current situation are always a little depressing to me.  I know there is no magical wisdom behind them.  When one seems to sync up with my daily life I remember that thousands of people are reading this and thinking the same thing I am.  "OMG! Honey, read this!  I DO hate my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/134055486909079473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=134055486909079473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/134055486909079473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/134055486909079473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2007/01/crossing-over.html' title='Crossing Over'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-1492671487036820833</id><published>2007-01-10T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:52:25.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>process vs. progress</title><summary type='text'>Some people enjoy being in flux.Some enjoy stability.Some enjoy stirring up a mess for others.Some enjoy creating the process.Some enjoy following a plan.Some enjoy being told what to do.Some enjoy telling others what to do.Some enjoy finishing.Some enjoy tweaking.Some enjoy breaking.Some enjoy the talk.Some enjoy the work.Some enjoy conquest.I enjoy discovery.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/1492671487036820833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=1492671487036820833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/1492671487036820833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/1492671487036820833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2007/01/process-vs-progress.html' title='process vs. progress'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-113350892331409862</id><published>2005-12-02T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:35:35.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>short sun, long days</title><summary type='text'>The days at work are still long.  The nights alone are too short for my taste.  I would much rather have the time to build a new coffee table or finish the bathroom than get home at 9 and pass out.  Even so, the work is satisfying, the days are full, and my business cards are fresh.  The dog loves me that much more when I'm home and I think he likes the house to himself anyhow.The band gets mad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/113350892331409862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=113350892331409862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/113350892331409862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/113350892331409862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/12/short-sun-long-days.html' title='short sun, long days'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-112783192005339470</id><published>2005-09-27T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:20:45.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>haunted thoughts</title><summary type='text'>As I walk the dog, as I make dinner, as I sit on the couch, as I go to sleep, and when I get up. Pretty much all the time.I am adjusting to the pace of my days now. 11 hour days at work, a dog that needs attention, the added stress of a new job, the band and friends fill my week so full that I tend to sleep away half of my weekend just to catch up.Hopefully this helps exorcise those haunted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/112783192005339470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=112783192005339470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112783192005339470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112783192005339470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/09/haunted-thoughts.html' title='haunted thoughts'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-112538397038701718</id><published>2005-08-30T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:46:49.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone gets the same hug and pat on the back</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that I keep my guard up around everyone?Even my closest friends are more like acquaintance than close friends should be.I'm forever scrambling to strengthen those bonds but part of me feels like I lack the proper training. I lack the tools to have that type of meaningful connection with anyone. Try as I might to say what I truly feel and react to the moment, I end up trying to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/112538397038701718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=112538397038701718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112538397038701718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112538397038701718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/08/everyone-gets-same-hug-and-pat-on-back.html' title='Everyone gets the same hug and pat on the back'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-112510438647701207</id><published>2005-08-26T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T18:59:46.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuous connection</title><summary type='text'>We crave communication. We crave connections.Have we become saturated in communication? The fact that I am discussing this in a blog is rather ironic, I know.When I turn on my computer the first thing I do is check to see if I have new email, then I check for friends on IM and message boards. If I feel I am alone, I am often disappointed. What is it about this connection that is so satisfying? I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/112510438647701207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=112510438647701207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112510438647701207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112510438647701207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/08/continuous-connection.html' title='Continuous connection'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-112500829772101193</id><published>2005-08-25T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T16:18:17.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inside and out</title><summary type='text'>You tell people what you think.  You explain how you feel.  You build stories around the way you think you should be.Then there's the unconscious.  It's so easy to fog out your real self with stories and ego. The more you explain, the less you remember about how you really feel.  The more you talk about it, the less real the feelings become.  The more you describe it, the less you can remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/112500829772101193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=112500829772101193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112500829772101193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112500829772101193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/08/inside-and-out.html' title='inside and out'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-112492186437902250</id><published>2005-08-24T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:17:44.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I cause stress</title><summary type='text'>I sometimes don't think ahead.  This time I have managed to upset my girlfriend and I am sure to stress out my dog.  My two best friends have been caused stress because I am short sighted and a poor planner.I think it will all work out.  Lakota is at the boarding kennel now and I even have him scheduled for grooming.  He'll be all clipped and cleaned when I pick him up on Monday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/112492186437902250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=112492186437902250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112492186437902250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112492186437902250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cause-stress.html' title='I cause stress'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-112472289856185924</id><published>2005-08-22T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:01:38.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing you are going to die</title><summary type='text'>Another dream...I dreamt I had an un-specified illness and was going to the doctor to be "put down".  I was in the car with my family, driving to the hospital, and for some reason I was very calm.  I woke up this morning at peace but I did not remember the dream until my drive to work.  I felt I had overcome some of the static, background fear of death that floats around in the back of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/112472289856185924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=112472289856185924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112472289856185924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112472289856185924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/08/knowing-you-are-going-to-die.html' title='Knowing you are going to die'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-112377137779135966</id><published>2005-08-11T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T08:42:57.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamt I was an astronaut</title><summary type='text'>This morning between 6:30 and 8am, I had a fantastic dream. Not only did David Bowie stop by my home studio to record a voice over for a NASA film, but I myself was chosen as a "scout" for a shuttle mission. I don't remember take off, I don't remember landing, but I remember the feeling of weightlessness. At one point I said to my fellow space travelers, "I haven't even done a backflip in space </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/112377137779135966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=112377137779135966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112377137779135966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112377137779135966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dreamt-i-was-astronaut.html' title='I dreamt I was an astronaut'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15310592.post-112372842513031889</id><published>2005-08-10T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T08:47:37.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the garage</title><summary type='text'>I seem to relish the process of setting up the ability to create. I love creating an environment where productive things can happen. I have studio in my basement for my band to record in. I love tearing everything apart and re-wiring it all with the goal of cleaning and organizing and the side benefit of gaining a greater understanding of how everything works.This past weekend, I took on the task</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/feeds/112372842513031889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15310592&amp;postID=112372842513031889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112372842513031889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15310592/posts/default/112372842513031889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beobsessive.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-garage.html' title='in the garage'/><author><name>gerg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02423448532840504406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/32685423_2c19bdc455_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
