<?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-6045749</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:32:39.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>King Arthur's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts and musings of a would be king</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-116135156622249042</id><published>2006-10-20T07:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:44:40.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What of the Quiet?</title><summary type='text'>We live in a world of shouting (advertising), yelling (sitcoms), non-stop words (radio &amp; TV), and where we give credit &amp; priority to those who say the most (authors in journals, newspapers, etc), a world where people talk rather than listen, where my viewpoint is king and conversations exist merely to convert the nonbeliever.

But what of the quiet?

What about those who say the least and DO the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116135156622249042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=116135156622249042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/116135156622249042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/116135156622249042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-of-quiet.html' title='What of the Quiet?'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115913688487427486</id><published>2006-09-23T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:59:41.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Goals, Direction, Common Interests, Beauty</title><summary type='text'>I'm coming to learn more deeply each day that sometimes all we need as human beings is the soft and sincere smile of understanding.

To be validated about our feelings, to be loved and to love, to grow in intimacy towards our fellow man...and woman :o) : this is the purpose of life.

It's within this environment of beauty, trust and love that we can truly become what we're meant to be...much more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115913688487427486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115913688487427486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115913688487427486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115913688487427486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-7-goals-direction-common-interests.html' title='Day 7: Goals, Direction, Common Interests, Beauty'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115913633896847992</id><published>2006-09-21T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:39:44.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Physical</title><summary type='text'>juggling
running
laughing
jumping
skipping
twirling
spinning
holding
embracing
eating
touching
loving

...joy


&lt;!-- 
Emily, one of the first things that I began to love about you was your eagerness to play soccer with me at work. I loved running all over Salt Lake at the Diabetes Walk. I have loved your desire to get on the road and run a marathon. I've loved to hold your hand and was very happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115913633896847992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115913633896847992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115913633896847992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115913633896847992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-5-physical.html' title='Day 5: Physical'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115881216443427479</id><published>2006-09-20T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:35:50.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Honesty, Trust &amp; Communication</title><summary type='text'>Walking blindfolded, but I have trust
In the arm and voice that  guides me

Without sight I see the soul
My eyes cannot lead astray

Focused on her words, her thoughts, her heart
A key to communicating is revealed

Speaking openly, I too address some feelings
Fear fades, understanding is felt &amp; peace resides

In it all, honesty is offered willingly
To grease the wheels of this beautiful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115881216443427479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115881216443427479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115881216443427479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115881216443427479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-4-honesty-trust-communication.html' title='Day 4: Honesty, Trust &amp; Communication'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115864399361110103</id><published>2006-09-18T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:13:44.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Service</title><summary type='text'>picture books for unmet kids
dishes done together
open ears for lonely hearts
smiles changing weather

Boiled down, its pure intent
A goodness for mankind,
With one and one united
There's a joy in life to find

a peach with dripping goodness
sandy shells with pearly tint
sharing hidden spiderwebs
a picture of innocence

Honest words give service
An honest heart does too
Thus your gift of kindness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115864399361110103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115864399361110103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115864399361110103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115864399361110103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-2-service.html' title='Day 2: Service'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115688537392123803</id><published>2006-08-29T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:08:53.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 2006 Classes</title><summary type='text'>I'm back in school and here's some of the books that I'll be studying:
The Temple of Memories: History, Power, and Morality in a Chinese VillageProducing Guanxi: Sentiment, Self, and Subculture in a North China VillageIntroduction to Counseling: An Art and Science Perspective (3rd Edition) (Hardcover)
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115688537392123803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115688537392123803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115688537392123803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115688537392123803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/fall-2006-classes.html' title='Fall 2006 Classes'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115681833229695553</id><published>2006-08-28T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:04:34.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thru-Hiking</title><summary type='text'>I learned today that "Thru Hiking" is not only a term that describes what the Appalachian Trail (AT) hikers that go the distance do, but something that describes all those who are daring enough to blaze trails across the country.
MapsBackPacker.com's AT map
9/2/2006As I've thought about the AT, I've decided that I'm going to do it. From now until I finish premed classes I'm going to learn more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115681833229695553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115681833229695553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115681833229695553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115681833229695553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/thru-hiking.html' title='Thru-Hiking'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115674338310134284</id><published>2006-08-27T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T10:16:37.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's Not Dead</title><summary type='text'>Just talked to my cuz Matt. It's been a LONG time, over a year perhaps. Good man. He suggested a couple really good books he's been reading. They're cheap and have really impacted him it sounds like. Thought I'd post:
Excuse Me, Your Life is Waiting : The Astonishing Power of Feelings (2000)
Excuse Me, Your Life Is Waiting (2005)
Law of Attraction</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115674338310134284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115674338310134284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115674338310134284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115674338310134284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/matts-not-dead.html' title='Matt&apos;s Not Dead'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115673534691536677</id><published>2006-08-27T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:28:35.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy &amp; His Bike</title><summary type='text'>There once was a lad ‘o long time ago
His bicycle, to be sure, was grand
The whitewalls were sturdy, the breaks in their prime
No equal did it have in the land

One sinister eve the man and his bike
Decided to challenge the law
Thought he, “If I’m quick, ‘ol Trixie and me
Can run and never be saw…seen.

So along sped the boy, no lights on his bike
‘Till past the old mounty he rode
With the speed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115673534691536677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115673534691536677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115673534691536677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115673534691536677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/boy-his-bike.html' title='The Boy &amp; His Bike'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115663445076400849</id><published>2006-08-26T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:43:20.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The World We Live In</title><summary type='text'>A news story caught my eye today. The headline read, "Rich man claims to be Jesus." Curious about this claim, I watched the MSN Video. While not refuting biblical teachings of "donations," this man claims that prayer isn't necessary. He says that there's no such thing as sin. He also says there's no hell. Interesting real life reflections on 2 Nephi 28 "And behold, others he flattereth away, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115663445076400849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115663445076400849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115663445076400849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115663445076400849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/world-we-live-in.html' title='The World We Live In'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115578313905239500</id><published>2006-08-16T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:20:39.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><summary type='text'>Hey fellas and gals. For those two [I've since been informed that three people actually read this, so, here's to you too brah] people that read my blog (you know who you are), I wish to blog an update to my lifearooni.

First off, I'd like to say to anyone that's felt a bit neglected or ignored by me that I'm sorry. I have successfully done it again, booked my time so I can barely breathe. Sure, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115578313905239500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115578313905239500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115578313905239500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115578313905239500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115578179506337186</id><published>2006-08-16T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:29:55.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain or Crew?</title><summary type='text'>Life keeps coming
I greet it and smile
Yet each moment, all the while
Divving my finite time

Unorganized and unaware
I'm tied to my commitments
Passenger staus replaces commander
I'm now captained by my life

Time set aside with friends
To pull my thoughts, to meditate
Refreshes and brings a light,
A semblance of ownership again

Goals are important once more
Attention daily spent on realignment</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115578179506337186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115578179506337186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115578179506337186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115578179506337186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/08/captain-or-crew.html' title='Captain or Crew?'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115372492096534961</id><published>2006-07-24T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:43:42.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought 175 miles was bad?</title><summary type='text'>New ambition...

The Appalacian Through Hike.
Gorgia to Maine
2000 + Miles
Over 3 months

*NEW RESOURCES ADDED 8/26/06*
Appalachian ImpressionsTREK - A Journey on the Appalachian Trail2000 Miles to Maine on the Appalachian Trail All Audience
2000 Miles to MaineHow To Hike The Appalachian TrailFive Million Steps Appalachian Trail DVDSouthboundersFree Food Edible Plants for Backpackers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115372492096534961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115372492096534961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115372492096534961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115372492096534961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-you-thought-175-miles-was-bad.html' title='And you thought 175 miles was bad?'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115372256108029021</id><published>2006-07-23T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:29:21.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Impetus: The Messengers, Season Premiere</title><summary type='text'>The Messengers: Week 1

10 people put out on the Skid Row for 24 hours. They are meant to gather insight into the world of the impoverished. Some greet them with angry voices. Others find in these temporary visitors friends. Either way,  they will return to their homes after 24 hours. No, they may never know the full extent of those on the streets. No, they may ne'er come near the broken heart of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115372256108029021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115372256108029021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115372256108029021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115372256108029021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/impetus-messengers-season-premiere.html' title='Impetus: The Messengers, Season Premiere'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115342798853424531</id><published>2006-07-20T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:39:48.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision</title><summary type='text'>In the wee hours of an early July (7/5/06) morning I considered once again the idea that I had been entertaining for nigh over a month. I knelt down to again dedicate myself to the service of my Father in Heaven. While I prayed I felt to make my decision to go to medical school official. I told my Father that I would be heading down a new road and that I knew without Him the road, while it may be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115342798853424531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115342798853424531' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115342798853424531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115342798853424531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/decision_20.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115231001200588114</id><published>2006-07-07T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:08:12.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes of the Tiger</title><summary type='text'>
Let's try this again. I attempted a month or two ago to post a picture on my blog from Picasa's Blog This! feature. It didn't work then, so I am not expecting it to work this time. However, I am hoping.

If it works, you'll see Zach's eyes. If not, you won't. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115231001200588114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115231001200588114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115231001200588114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115231001200588114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/07/eyes-of-tiger.html' title='Eyes of the Tiger'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115162194216397901</id><published>2006-06-29T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:09:49.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Run</title><summary type='text'>Alright. The purpose of this blog is two fold:

1. To report on the craziest run I've ever done up to this point in my life &amp;
2. To state my ever growing desire to put myself through an even more grueling regimen than I am currently under.

First off...the Xango Wasatch Back Relay: 175 miles. 12 team members. 2 vans. Craziness. Quickly, though I hope to elaborate more in the near future, I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115162194216397901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115162194216397901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115162194216397901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115162194216397901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/dr-run.html' title='Dr Run'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115143624482266603</id><published>2006-06-27T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:04:10.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace Sued for Failing to Protect Minors</title><summary type='text'>MySpace Sued for Failing to Protect Minors

Wow! I don't think I've read a thread like this in a long time. This has gotten me so riled up and as I read each comment on the trial I couldn't help but think of Jack Johnson's song entitled "Cookie Jar". The bottom line is that every is blaming everyone else for the ills that exist in society and in the very process of doing so they all are shirking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115143624482266603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115143624482266603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115143624482266603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115143624482266603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/myspace-sued-for-failing-to-protect.html' title='MySpace Sued for Failing to Protect Minors'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115042252561236682</id><published>2006-06-15T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:48:56.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luf</title><summary type='text'>Back by popular request...well, alright, I just wanted to put it up here, but anyhow...it's an oldie, but a goodie, one that definitely has withstood the test of time...in fact, I think it may be the only one. :o)

Luf, my friend, is all you need
   to calm that raging sea.
For it's luf, with the 'uf
   that makes us you and me.
Now I know it's hard to 'uf the luf,
   but practice &amp; you will
And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115042252561236682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115042252561236682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115042252561236682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115042252561236682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/luf.html' title='Luf'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-115016167360088722</id><published>2006-06-12T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:21:13.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Drifting away almost imperceptibly with thoughts of a peaceful day
Oh how rare the moments that rejuvenate me, awaken, and enliven my soul</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115016167360088722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=115016167360088722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115016167360088722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/115016167360088722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/peaceful-thoughts.html' title='Peaceful Thoughts'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-114933311856172985</id><published>2006-06-03T05:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:17:59.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Truth</title><summary type='text'>SO MANY things I've seen and heard over the past month makes me question many things that I thought I knew. Nothing about my religion, but many ohter things. There seems to be quite a push for me to question absolute truth. I've been studying absolute truth, and as I do I note MANY "cover-ups", "conspiracies", and "things aren't as they seems".

Evil abounds. Many well intentioned people are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114933311856172985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=114933311856172985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114933311856172985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114933311856172985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/06/absolute-truth_114933311856172985.html' title='Absolute Truth'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-114800507640141904</id><published>2006-05-18T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:04:22.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dump</title><summary type='text'>Alright, so I couldn't find a single blog of mine (I have a bunch of different topiced blogs) that would allow me to express the wide variety of thoughts that I've had today...actually, this whole week. Therefor, I'm going to Brain Dump here and make sense of it all later.

Before I start I have to say that I'm online almost all day long. I go from one job to the next and EVERYTHING is online. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114800507640141904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=114800507640141904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114800507640141904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114800507640141904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/brain-dump.html' title='Brain Dump'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-114790128006426609</id><published>2006-05-17T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:31:14.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we will Cast our Pods</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time there was a podcast to be created. We took on the challenge and everyone rejoiced.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114790128006426609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=114790128006426609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114790128006426609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114790128006426609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-will-cast-our-pods.html' title='we will Cast our Pods'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-114755667624756258</id><published>2006-05-13T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T17:13:00.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Geographer</title><summary type='text'>So, I was riding in the car with a new Canadian best friend. It just so happens that I work with a Canadian too. I asked him once where he was from and he said Alberta, or maybe it was Ontario. Oh well, either way, I then asked him where that place was. He continued to give me a Canadian Geography lesson. I was pretty stoked to say the least. Seems that I know all about Canada now. They're pretty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114755667624756258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=114755667624756258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114755667624756258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114755667624756258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/05/canadian-geographer.html' title='Canadian Geographer'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-114334865187390224</id><published>2006-03-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:51:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts &amp; Feelings</title><summary type='text'>Tears fall and like rivers flow
Bitterly your life does bite
Stirrings within do covet those stings
Meant to teach the soul

The sky cannot hold your lofty dreams
Nor the oceans drown your faith
On the wings of wind your fears do flee
And light burns within your breast

Passion, that fuel which feeds imagination
Rises to conquer mountains of disbelief
Your heart speaks as a dear friend
Listen: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/114334865187390224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=114334865187390224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114334865187390224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/114334865187390224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/03/thoughts-feelings.html' title='Thoughts &amp; Feelings'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113877031204083289</id><published>2006-01-31T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:05:12.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runner's Update</title><summary type='text'>Smiling....

So I've got this silly/crazy idea in my head, yeah? I read the other day about two clubs that set a goal to run a marathon in EVERY STATE. One does every state plus DC. The other is all 50 States minus DC. So, I was curious when I caught up to a guy at the end of the St. George Marathon and he had a shirt that said he had done that. I talked with him a bit while we ran. He said it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113877031204083289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113877031204083289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113877031204083289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113877031204083289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/runners-update.html' title='Runner&apos;s Update'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113682918552978257</id><published>2006-01-09T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:53:06.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobriety?</title><summary type='text'>Sobriety: abstaining from excess . . . hmm, naw, that's not really the right word. Something that describes abstinence altogether is the word I'm looking for. Well, how about "abstinence" then? Alright, abstinence it is. This week's been a good one. Abstinence being the key there. But also in addition to abstinence there's been some feasting and some interacting and a smidgen of changing.

This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113682918552978257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113682918552978257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113682918552978257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113682918552978257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/sobriety.html' title='Sobriety?'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113609641837745077</id><published>2005-12-31T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:20:18.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><summary type='text'>Finished up tonight with the last of my reading. I read about 30 pages today to get to that point. Despite the catch up I was playing it felt really good to finish up my reading in the Book of Mormon. I went running when I finished up and came home soaked! As I ran I thought about the blessings that have come into my life through reading the Book of Mormon. My thoughts recently have been a lot on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113609641837745077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113609641837745077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113609641837745077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113609641837745077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113480829060111441</id><published>2005-12-17T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:59:42.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Caroline!</title><summary type='text'>If you doubted what the coolest way to spend Friday night was...

For sure it was at the E-Center with my fam....ANDDum, dum, dum... NEIL DIAMOND baby!He's getting older, but still puts on a great show! He's got a band that's been with him 30 years. Nuts!He was crackin' jokes about other people singin' his Red Red Wine. Funny stuff.Well, although there were no cameras allowed... someone I know *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113480829060111441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113480829060111441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113480829060111441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113480829060111441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/sweet-caroline.html' title='Sweet Caroline!'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113459132857013501</id><published>2005-12-14T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:24:56.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deep emotion blog pause</title><summary type='text'>It's time for a break here on the deep soul searching blog of a would be king. Every time I sit down to blog I have an unsettled feeling and I would prefer, at least for now to write privately. When I have happy news to say I'll let ya know. Otherwise...for my eyes only.

I guess for now I can let you know that I started on Monday back at my old job that I quit back in March to persue my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113459132857013501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113459132857013501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113459132857013501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113459132857013501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/deep-emotion-blog-pause.html' title='deep emotion blog pause'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113418512960940983</id><published>2005-12-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:37:08.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how exquisite was my pain</title><summary type='text'>I feel ripped apart, torn in seven and run over with a semi just to make sure that there's no more possible way I could hurt any more. I guess that means I'm human, yeah? Cuz, that's what we feel as such, right? I'm glad to know that I'm human. My, how it stings. My, how it burns. Well, at least I can say that I loved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113418512960940983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113418512960940983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113418512960940983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113418512960940983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-exquisite-was-my-pain.html' title='how exquisite was my pain'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113400051045026237</id><published>2005-12-07T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:08:30.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Runnin' Foo</title><summary type='text'>So, it's time again to hit the roads. Some call me crazy. That's odd, because I find so much strength and peace through running. Oh well. The next race will be on the 14th of January. It's the Painter's Half Marathon down in St. George. I figure that if I choose races down there I'll get to visit my mother, step-dad and grandmother more often. Nice!

I've started to train for the Painter's Half. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113400051045026237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113400051045026237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113400051045026237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113400051045026237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/12/runnin-foo.html' title='A Runnin&apos; Foo'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113333142262941176</id><published>2005-11-29T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:41:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Ways</title><summary type='text'>God speaks to man. This I know.
From Eternity to Eternity his knowledge resides.
In Him, believing man finds miracles,
And the faithful man's fear subsides.

Before our time here we walked and talked with Him.
We learned and grew to meet this fleshy life.
More specifically, our trials were known and we prepared
To continue in truth 'mid eminent, ample strife.

God speaks to man. This I know.
And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113333142262941176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113333142262941176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113333142262941176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113333142262941176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/mysterious-ways.html' title='Mysterious Ways'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-113139202029590963</id><published>2005-11-07T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:33:40.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIth a Little Help from My Friends</title><summary type='text'>Powers unseen come to my aide
They strengthen me
They give me clarity

So hard on myself I near colapse
But others are there
Others help me see

That I am not alone
That I am of worth
That I have a work to do

Thank you Lord for sustaining me
Through the love of my family and friends
Thank you for letting me see your way

Ryan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/113139202029590963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=113139202029590963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113139202029590963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/113139202029590963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/11/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='WIth a Little Help from My Friends'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-112995939169470291</id><published>2005-10-21T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:36:31.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclosure</title><summary type='text'>Open hearts beating cautiously
Pounding anxiously
Loving deeply

Cuts reopened
As pain's revealed
Reassurance bolsters hope

Recommitted
Refocused
Living again

I like you
I love you
I need you

K.A.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112995939169470291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=112995939169470291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112995939169470291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112995939169470291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/disclosure.html' title='Disclosure'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-112991545774563030</id><published>2005-10-21T11:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:32:59.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St George Marathon Follow-Up</title><summary type='text'>This marathon was very incredible. As my first one I didn't know what to expect. On the road I thought of many things. I thought of MJ and how much I care for her. I thought of my mom and where she may be in the race. I thought of how I wished Mindy could have run with us. I thought of future races. I found myself praying for my mom &amp; for my continued dedication to MJ.

Miles 1-15 I was with Pete</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112991545774563030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=112991545774563030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112991545774563030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112991545774563030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/st-george-marathon-follow-up.html' title='St George Marathon Follow-Up'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-112945633408091834</id><published>2005-10-16T03:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:52:14.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Deepened Trust</title><summary type='text'>I've come here to bear, to listen and to share
My life is not my own, but my bother's alone
To God I give trust and to all I also must

Life's so short...grant that I may walk in thy paths Lord

K. Arthur on S. Pete...I love you man!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112945633408091834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=112945633408091834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112945633408091834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112945633408091834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/night-of-deepened-trust.html' title='A Night of Deepened Trust'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-112831622207743030</id><published>2005-10-02T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:29:24.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>becoming through dreaming</title><summary type='text'>I stood victorious today
Over a long held dream

I finished a goal
I have harbored inside

The race has come and gone
And others now await

To run or not to run?
What a pointless question

&lt;!-- King Arthur --&gt;

More to come on this ultimate coolness...Look back tomorrow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112831622207743030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=112831622207743030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112831622207743030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112831622207743030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/10/becoming-through-dreaming.html' title='becoming through dreaming'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-112808746425196734</id><published>2005-09-30T06:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:09:23.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St George or Bust</title><summary type='text'>My bags aren't packed, I'm not ready to go. I'll soon be standin' outside her door. I hate to wake up and say goodbye...

Hey, so, I guess this is it. All the months of anticipation culminate here. The marathon that I've always wanted to run is tomorrow morning. This time on Sat. I'll be running the St. George Marathon. I was nervous at the beginning of the week, but am calm now. I am excited for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112808746425196734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=112808746425196734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112808746425196734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112808746425196734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/st-george-or-bust.html' title='St George or Bust'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-112762487776613681</id><published>2005-09-24T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:10:04.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Binds Me</title><summary type='text'>cold and lonely I shiver
questioning what I have become
but through the darkness, persistently
reaches a Pure and Holy One

He calls me in my darkness
and too, He calls in dreams
He seeks my soul to bind to his
and for me he intervenes

through my friends he binds me his
and through my sin he cares
through little things he speaks to me
though oft I'm unawares

When love, that mighty weapon
cuts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112762487776613681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=112762487776613681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112762487776613681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112762487776613681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/09/he-binds-me.html' title='He Binds Me'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-112129007124008103</id><published>2005-07-13T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:22:19.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil behind smiling eyes...</title><summary type='text'>Evil so strong, so subtle, so convincing...
that legions of trusting follow

First a smile, then a touch,
Their embraces calm our fears
 
A favor sought doesn't feel right, 
but their words are candy sweet

Walking cautiously forward,
again, trusting, the deed is done

Betrayed by them they comfort,
they smile, they reassure

Disguisted by our own actions
We turn again to pain

And the very ones </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/112129007124008103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=112129007124008103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112129007124008103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/112129007124008103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/07/evil-behind-smiling-eyes.html' title='Evil behind smiling eyes...'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111682362545537855</id><published>2005-05-22T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:02:40.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Boy</title><summary type='text'>Reading Boy

A quiet room
In which to look
A young boy hefts
A curious book

The cover brilliant
And pages light
His intentions are fixed
On this beconing sight

Page by page
His imaginations soar
His feet once grounded
Now leave the floor

A new world thrills 
His every sense
A book transforms
To magic from hence

...Reading Ryan (finished 10/04/2005 1:02 AM)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111682362545537855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111682362545537855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111682362545537855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111682362545537855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/reading-boy.html' title='Reading Boy'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111665871084525270</id><published>2005-05-21T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:24:27.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Lord</title><summary type='text'>Chosen was he, but lost he became
When fear led to anger, to hatred, to blame

Twisted by greed. Convinced by a lie
Refusing the way, a Dark One arose

And so it was, the one that he loved
Let go of her life when ambitions were known

All the while the force could explain
The Jedis' intent. The Chancelor's distain

Darkened. Lost. Unwilling was he
To listen to wisdom, the chosen to be.

~~~~~~~~~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111665871084525270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111665871084525270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111665871084525270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111665871084525270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/dark-lord.html' title='Dark Lord'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111580215196863542</id><published>2005-05-11T03:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T03:02:32.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Marathon</title><summary type='text'>Well, that's it. We're in. I looked this morning and announced on the website were the names of my mother, my sister, three friends and I. I've always dreamed and hoped to do a marathon, but this is it. Let the races begin. 

Discipline
Courage
Humility
Honor

St. George Marathon
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111580215196863542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111580215196863542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111580215196863542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111580215196863542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-first-marathon.htm' title='My First Marathon'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111545049660477957</id><published>2005-05-07T01:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T01:27:05.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle</title><summary type='text'>Turtle

Gently he fluttered down
Patient he was for my call
Just then, a moment of silence overcame
and in that moment I felt meaning
Yet feared I still the time of its departure
No heed gave he to my lack of faith 
A smile was all it took to sooth
A gentle smile, how bold, how pure
Doubt acknowledged defeat
And there I sat with a friend whom I knew
Words too heavy, a bit too trite 
Entwined in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111545049660477957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111545049660477957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111545049660477957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111545049660477957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/turtle.htm' title='Turtle'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111518463201630877</id><published>2005-05-03T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:07:35.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevated</title><summary type='text'>Rising slowly, ever slowly
I'm calmed by this steady pace
Growing, ever growing
Illumination taking place

Simple yet elegant
Gentleness with grace
Ignorant of attention
Yet brilliance dawns her face

A meeting
A moment
A victor
A crown

--King Arthur

(Published 10/04/05 1:07 AM)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111518463201630877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111518463201630877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111518463201630877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111518463201630877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/05/elevated.html' title='Elevated'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111424249553461345</id><published>2005-04-23T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:58:31.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Emotion</title><summary type='text'>have you ever...

                 loved soo hard, it hurt
                 cried so hard it healed
                 laughed until you cried
                 felt so right time froze

                              ?
                                             i have
                                         ryan

Editorial Note: Sometimes, in quiet moments, I recall many memories. This was one of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111424249553461345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111424249553461345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111424249553461345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111424249553461345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/pure-emotion.html' title='Pure Emotion'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111407432780136225</id><published>2005-04-21T03:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T03:05:27.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Course</title><summary type='text'>those things that most abhor
seem to tame me
and refine my soul

they change my course 
and I realign 
to who I am again 

sad you say this was?
sad it may have been
had it not occured

and I had remained 
the same
unchanged

by K. Arthur, a man changed again

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111407432780136225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111407432780136225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111407432780136225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111407432780136225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/changing-course.htm' title='Changing Course'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111363528141706800</id><published>2005-04-16T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:08:01.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spying on Area 51.</title><summary type='text'>the_unexplained: So tonight I spied on Area 51. Actually

Isn't technology great! Ariel maps of locations that are secret. Looks like we can become military strategisists from the comfort of our own homes...

I checked out my house location on Google Maps and viewed it from the satelites. Sure enough, there it was, just as I pictured it...better than maps. I think we're going to put a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111363528141706800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111363528141706800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111363528141706800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111363528141706800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/spying-on-area-51.htm' title='Spying on Area 51.'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111353629643961726</id><published>2005-04-14T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:19:29.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>c/o something great</title><summary type='text'>...watching...
their all, watching
am I a movie too?

MY Theme
MY Scene
MY Time

c/o the un-seen
c/o something great

ryan
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111353629643961726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111353629643961726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111353629643961726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111353629643961726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/co-something-great.htm' title='c/o something great'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111306698296060927</id><published>2005-04-09T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:16:22.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Shirts</title><summary type='text'>Shirts hanging
People passing
Some ignoring
Some are gasping

Words of pain
Anger &amp; hate
Tales of hope
Tales of tears

Offensive words
Different now
Empathizing
Understanding

Why this hurt
Unthinkable pain
To so many?
Inexcusable

Where was God?
Come bitter cries
Some pass on
Some survive

Survivors live
To tell the tale
To open eyes
A glimpse of hell

The message </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111306698296060927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111306698296060927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111306698296060927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111306698296060927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/04/talking-shirts.htm' title='Talking Shirts'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111138642221611719</id><published>2005-03-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:05:59.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Kiss</title><summary type='text'>First impressions formed
Awarenesses aroused
Looking
Searching
Toying with an idea

Blank - the slate is cleared
For the possibility of loving again

--KA

(Published Tuesday 10/04/05 1:05 AM)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111138642221611719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111138642221611719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111138642221611719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111138642221611719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-kiss.html' title='In a Kiss'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-111138472299014637</id><published>2005-03-20T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T02:11:19.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...they shall be as white as the fallen snow.</title><summary type='text'>Gazing momentarily into the immediate heavens this morning I couldn't help but wonder how many snowflakes filled the sky. It was a sight remeniceint of the visual description given to the ancient father Abraham as the Lord spoke to him of the vastness of his future posterity: "I will multiply thy seed as the stars of the heaven, and as the sand which is upon the sea shore" ~ Gen. 22: 17.

Very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/111138472299014637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=111138472299014637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111138472299014637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/111138472299014637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/they-shall-be-as-white-as-fallen-snow.htm' title='...they shall be as white as the fallen snow.'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-110980496256243019</id><published>2005-03-02T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:09:22.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Post</title><summary type='text'>I just directed Blogger to upload my posts to my new domain name: www.kingryanarthur.com. We're going to see if we can't fix the archiving feature.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110980496256243019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=110980496256243019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110980496256243019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110980496256243019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/03/test-post.htm' title='Test Post'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-110893112738050696</id><published>2005-02-20T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:25:27.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If God Could Blog from Heaven</title><summary type='text'>If God were a blogger in heaven and blogged his point of view
Do you think we'd see the folly of the many things we do?

He may blog of similar issues that Earth's leaders do debate
Of rights and fights and freedoms and the union of our state

With loving words and a special font I'm sure he'd teach us how
Though the nature of the flesh is such that we often stand when we should bow

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110893112738050696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=110893112738050696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110893112738050696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110893112738050696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-god-could-blog-from-heaven.html' title='If God Could Blog from Heaven'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-110874937586058867</id><published>2005-02-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:58:15.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody Sorensen Shoots for the Stars</title><summary type='text'>Cody Sorensen shoots for the stars

See, I told ya before and you didn't beleive me when I said he was going places. Well, do you need me to present you with a signed Platnum album before you listen?!!!

Good Job Cody. Keep it up!

Ryan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110874937586058867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=110874937586058867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110874937586058867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110874937586058867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/cody-sorensen-shoots-for-stars_18.html' title='Cody Sorensen Shoots for the Stars'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-110808587713170836</id><published>2005-02-10T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:37:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrive Babble On AE - The Idaho Statesman - Always Idaho</title><summary type='text'>Love, lust and heartache: The Music of Cody Sorensen

Yeah, I know that guy. My peeps are famous. It's good to see Cody makin' a name for himself. Good guy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110808587713170836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=110808587713170836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110808587713170836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110808587713170836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/02/thrive-babble-on-ae-idaho-statesman.html' title='Thrive Babble On AE - The Idaho Statesman - Always Idaho'/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-110684587880494291</id><published>2005-01-27T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:11:18.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflections on the Power of Thought.
by Ryan Mendenhall

Almost childlike I instinctively reach for a book. 
I take it and the thought of posessing it sooooths me... 

"MINE!" 

comes the voice of that energy. 
I want, I need and soon I have 
a bright, shinny book, with only mild thought of price. 

They contain answers. 
They are my medicine. 
In them I find respit and in them I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110684587880494291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=110684587880494291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110684587880494291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110684587880494291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2005/01/reflections-on-power-of-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-110021391566774270</id><published>2004-11-11T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T15:58:35.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday, November 29, 2003
SportsFest
posted by King Arthur  # 11:52 PM

Thursday, November 20, 2003
Are we creeping slowing and carefully ever so close to nations such as Sodom, Gamorrah, and ancient Greece? Perhaps history will have to repeat itself yet again for a people to learn that there ARE principles that stand thoughout time that have very real consequences in human suffering, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/110021391566774270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=110021391566774270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110021391566774270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/110021391566774270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2004/11/saturday-november-29-2003-sportsfest.html' title=''/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-106819637743246086</id><published>2003-11-07T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T02:13:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courses: "Experiential Learning
One of the foremost humanist psychologists and educationalists, Carl Rogers (1959) promoted the idea of experiential learning. Rogers argued that the self is the centre of all experience, and introduced the phrase 'unconditional positive regard' as a philosophical approach to dealing with his clients and students. Essentially, each individual should be accepted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106819637743246086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=106819637743246086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/106819637743246086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/106819637743246086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/courses-experiential-learning-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045749.post-106819441053298406</id><published>2003-11-07T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T01:40:13.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courses: "Abraham Maslow (1954; 1970) researched into human motivation. He saw that there are several levels of human motivational needs which must be addressed if effective learning is to take place. These are as follows:
Biological needs - water, food, elimination, rest, warmth, avoidance of pain, etc.,

Safety needs - protection from the physical and social environment, protection from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/feeds/106819441053298406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6045749&amp;postID=106819441053298406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/106819441053298406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045749/posts/default/106819441053298406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairymanchoo.blogspot.com/2003/11/courses-abraham-maslow-1954-1970.html' title=''/><author><name>King Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17642800440644593837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.kubbin.com/images/kingarthur.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
