<?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-1037458015193246003</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:57:29.489-07:00</updated><category term='mustaches'/><category term='reading'/><category term='neighbor love'/><category term='food'/><category term='brotherhoods'/><category term='the boss'/><category term='family'/><category term='music'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='C.S. Lewis'/><category term='Hollywood'/><category term='faith'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Marc's Hands</title><subtitle type='html'>guitar tone. faith. life. hand modeling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-6422758396626437830</id><published>2010-02-08T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:57:48.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>records '09</title><content type='html'>here are some records that i thought were pretty great last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberta Cross - just cool. dirty alt. rock with a unique voice and great production&lt;br /&gt;Bazan - Curse You Branches - heartbreakingly honest&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan and the Band - The Basement Tapes - trapped in some unpublished purgatory since the early 70s these tapes remind us what rock and roll is all about. Buy this now.&lt;br /&gt;Castledoor - Shouting at Mountains - fun indie rock in which redemption is definitely afoot&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - North Hills - new classic rock, great harmonies, sing along songs&lt;br /&gt;Karli Fairbanks - Followed EP - her best (i think) and most rocking effort, solid songs and production&lt;br /&gt;Liza Day and the Northbound Tresste Singers - self titled - Lindsey took stage name, rounded up a  great band and continues to bring us honest stories and simply put wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Sara Watkins - self titled - disappointing production by John Paul Jones, nice originals, fantastic covers, magical vocal delivery, magnificent session playing&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Crain and the Midnight Shivers - Songs In the Night - the endearing "frog in my [her] throat" doesn't stop this Okie from belting out what she knows in front of a tasty and tasteful rock/county band&lt;br /&gt;Sarah jarosz - Song Up in Her Head - songs and mandolin playing way beyond her 19 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-6422758396626437830?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/6422758396626437830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=6422758396626437830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6422758396626437830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6422758396626437830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2010/02/records-09.html' title='records &apos;09'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-6030579292881941499</id><published>2010-02-02T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:13:56.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 goal report</title><content type='html'>so i'm a little late on my 2009 wrap up posts...first is the goal report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journal More&lt;/span&gt;- well i did more, but the 'at least once a week' plan feel off the last few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guitar Pracitce&lt;/span&gt; - while i was in school i did my 18 hours a week at least. after school i had a bit of burnout and didn't keep up or even close...getting back on the horse shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Send Snail Mail&lt;/span&gt;- this i for sure accomplished. but the only semi-normal real mail correspondent i found was my grandma. I loved this little interaction and hope to continue, but i wish i could get more people to take the time to write physical letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finish at least 2 songs&lt;/span&gt;- well i procrastinated this one on out to the end. I had about 70% of a new song going by mid-december, and then my dad died unexpectedly and things have been a bit topsy-turvy since. but i can't forget how long i procrastinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memorize more scripture&lt;/span&gt;- the time i picked to memorized was while i was waiting for the subway. this worked great until figured out how the subway worked exactly and didn't make a lot of time for it otherwise. Still i got the first 3 chapters of James down and into the 4th! the trouble is that i didn't revisit it often enough, so i couldn't just bust it out without some preparation. this was a great experience and i need to get back on it. it really was transforming me when i was in it deep consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new goals coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-6030579292881941499?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/6030579292881941499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=6030579292881941499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6030579292881941499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6030579292881941499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2010/02/2009-goal-report.html' title='2009 goal report'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-1118743914712895436</id><published>2009-11-18T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:05:14.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always</title><content type='html'>Lately i've been pretty podcastalicious as i am trying to find a new local church in Spokane and still keep up with my brothers and sisters in Hollywood. There's been a lot of good stuff but two things have come at me that my mind and face immediately followed with the non-verbal equivalent of (or maybe i actually just said it aloud...) "zing!" And i give them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...or whatever we're doing when we think we're not worshipping."  - David Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no worship neutral." - Joseph Barkley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-1118743914712895436?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/1118743914712895436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=1118743914712895436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/1118743914712895436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/1118743914712895436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/11/always.html' title='always'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-3617427303669027130</id><published>2009-10-07T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:25:28.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something good on the radio!</title><content type='html'>Last week the Paste blog gave me the heads up that Wilco was playing on the live broadcast of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Prairie Home Companion.&lt;/span&gt; Yep it's true, Garrison Keillor and crew are still broadcasting from Saint Paul, Minnesota with their old-timey live radio show, complete with the chronicles of Guy Noir private eye, the news from Lake Wobegone,  silly commercials read by the host, and all the goofs and stumbles of doing it all live. You can check out the list of local stations that broadcast the show or stream it online from the &lt;a href="http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, saturdays at 5pm Central.&lt;br /&gt;Wilco was good, but they played all new stuff which i haven't really gotton into yet. The bluegrass/country singer Patty Loveless was on the show too. She was great and did a Don Williams tune with some lines i particularly enjoyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand fulls of dust, hand fulls of dust&lt;br /&gt;Sums up the richest and poorest of us&lt;br /&gt;True love makes priceless the worthless&lt;br /&gt;Whenever its added to a hand full of dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the show, from music to comedy, they kept bringing the little jabs of truth to keep you thinking. And it's all wrapped up in a nearly forgotten art from- the live radio show. Tune in next week for special guest Neko Case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-3617427303669027130?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/3617427303669027130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=3617427303669027130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3617427303669027130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3617427303669027130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-good-on-radio.html' title='something good on the radio!'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-1767574157426521208</id><published>2009-10-01T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:08:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't miss the boat...like it did</title><content type='html'>So i know i'm getting to this a little late, but my listing is largely consumed by the Jon Foreman seasons EPs right now. If you didn't know, the Switchfoot singer made a 6 song EP for each of the 4 seasons. I knew they were out there but until recently had only heard a couple tracks, and since they didn't come to emusic (basically my only music source this year) i hadn't picked them up. Anyway, they're fanTAStic! Really fantastic. If you don't have them already, go get them! they're all on itunes. it's easy. Now, you may be thinking, 'marc, 4 EPs is kind of a big commitment...' But it's ok. just buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt; today and after you see how marvelous it is you can pick up the others as their seasons come...if you can wait that long!&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt; The songwriting is brisk, smart, and stirring. The instrumentation is driven by a beautiful, natural, clear, acoustic guitar; with lots of chamber orchestra sounds giving the mixes body. The percussion is simple and unique, driving where needed without being overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;Each EP is equally good, and each fits its title season faithfully. They're magic. Go buy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-1767574157426521208?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/1767574157426521208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=1767574157426521208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/1767574157426521208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/1767574157426521208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-miss-boatlike-it-did.html' title='don&apos;t miss the boat...like it did'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-4552490591194843198</id><published>2009-09-26T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:25:37.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in The Kane</title><content type='html'>so i'm back in spokane for a while. a long while. it hasn't really set in yet. it still feels like i'm just here for a holiday or something and i'll be going back to where ever else i live and whatever else i'm doing with my life in a week or two. it's kinda weird. what was weirder was a few things that happened when i went down town (in contrast to the LA experience i just finished) to the coffee shop to get to the bottom of my google reader and see who i could run into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i found parking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a quarter got me a whole hour in a meter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two complete strangers walking toward me greeted me politely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got an invite to sit in on a blues gig&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paid a mere 4 bucks and change for and iced americano, cup of drip, and a pastery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after i finished my coffee i was served up with a "welcome home beer," a free Black Butte Porter. mmm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;none of this happened in LA. as weird as it is, i think my time in The Kane is gonna turn alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-4552490591194843198?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/4552490591194843198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=4552490591194843198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4552490591194843198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4552490591194843198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-ane.html' title='back in The Kane'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-5687614175519704021</id><published>2009-07-09T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:51:00.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a real gig!</title><content type='html'>During part of my break from classes i had the honor of joining the guys formerly of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/plumblineonline"&gt;Plumbline&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fin"&gt;Fin&lt;/a&gt; who are now under the front man's name &lt;a href="http://www.josephbarkley.com/"&gt;Joseph Barkley&lt;/a&gt;. Joseph is the music pastor at my &lt;a href="http://www.churchinhollywood.com/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;. They needed a guitarist for a camp they'd booked in Montana, and they asked me to go. It was a blast! They had all some fun stuff planned for us and the speaker during the day, which we didn't really expect. We did a little rafting (which was freeeeeezing), some hiking, and some skeet shooting. It was great getting to know the guys in the band and i get to head back next week! Yeah, that mean missing a whole week of school, but i figured i came hear to learn how to make money playing guitar, so i may as well go do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-5687614175519704021?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/5687614175519704021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=5687614175519704021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5687614175519704021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5687614175519704021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-gig.html' title='a real gig!'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-2163391629935396053</id><published>2009-07-08T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:51:00.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Quarter!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already my last quarter at MI. New classes are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar Repair and Maintenance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar Heroes of the 60s and 70s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; learning solos, intros, etc from the greats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar Studio Recording &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;learning some songs inside and out and re-recording the guitars to back up tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advanced Groove Concepts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; gettin' funkalicious, playing in odd meters and over meter/groove changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Developing the Art of two-line Improvisation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this really old, brilliant gentleman who's played with all sorts of people you wouldn't believe got bored and started trying to improvise two lines at a time like a bach fugue, or with chord tones, scales etc. should be mind blowing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-2163391629935396053?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/2163391629935396053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=2163391629935396053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2163391629935396053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2163391629935396053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-quarter.html' title='Last Quarter!'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-257611187757183567</id><published>2009-06-05T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:15:57.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>National Doughnut Day!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, this is for real. check the googler. I celebrated! twice. once before i knew...and once after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-257611187757183567?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/257611187757183567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=257611187757183567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/257611187757183567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/257611187757183567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/06/national-doughnut-day.html' title='National Doughnut Day!'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-4638846674043416510</id><published>2009-05-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:55:38.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SiG9kph7lVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pgjFo-rdPB4/s1600-h/0521091200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SiG9kph7lVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pgjFo-rdPB4/s400/0521091200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341759070359229778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was defeated by this glorious (or embarrassingly gluttonous) plate of pancakes recently at the Griddle in West Hollywood. As with most places in Hollywood the food's not cheap but, c'mon, pancakes for dayz! In the future i would recommend this plate for 3 people who are really pumped about eating pancakes. The list of pancake types was intense. These particular tasties are of the Baileys and kahlua variety which, ended up being a bit rich for my tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SiHEgNnyqII/AAAAAAAAAFY/1v1A-A3JrOI/s1600-h/0530091501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SiHEgNnyqII/AAAAAAAAAFY/1v1A-A3JrOI/s400/0530091501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341766690729535618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today with a more manageable portion of homemade mulit-grain blueberry pancakes i had an unfortunate incident when cutting into them. Anybody know how to get a blueberry juice stain off of white paint?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-4638846674043416510?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/4638846674043416510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=4638846674043416510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4638846674043416510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4638846674043416510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/05/pancakes.html' title='pancakes'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SiG9kph7lVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pgjFo-rdPB4/s72-c/0521091200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-6597926539172276947</id><published>2009-05-24T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:26:29.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>the Hoff</title><content type='html'>my best friend Jeff is visiting me this week, and as we were strolling along toward the record store who did we see? none other than David Hasselhoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/ShnlTQB7ysI/AAAAAAAAAFI/abpVQn4Hsiw/s1600-h/IMG00628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/ShnlTQB7ysI/AAAAAAAAAFI/abpVQn4Hsiw/s400/IMG00628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339550952107788994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we followed him into urban outfitters to confirm the sighting. he had a purse dog. he struts exactly like you would think he would. awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-6597926539172276947?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/6597926539172276947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=6597926539172276947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6597926539172276947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6597926539172276947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoff.html' title='the Hoff'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/ShnlTQB7ysI/AAAAAAAAAFI/abpVQn4Hsiw/s72-c/IMG00628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-2153320834346690777</id><published>2009-05-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:22:36.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people who know people i know or sorta know or used to know</title><content type='html'>i'm constantly amazed at the small world network of rock'n'rollers having a go at following Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night last week while i was rehearsing with Jon Hans and Friends my guitar tone was particularly bitchin. it called to mind an album from a little known (or so i thought) band called &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thecinematicunderground"&gt;The Cinematic Underground&lt;/a&gt;. i asked if any of my bandmates had heard of these genuises, and Jon said, "how do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know them?" Which i followed with, "How do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know them?" Jon, a former YWAMer, had spent a summer with Nathan Jonhson, the super-genuis leader of the Cinematic Underground, at a YWAM  conference in England. I know of the band because they are friends of the Contemporary Music Center of which i am an alumnus, and had briefly met Nathan a show in Brooklyn on the CMC road trip. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday i helped some of my new friends from Jon's band put on a show at a cool warehouse space downtown. a rockin' new band called Brown Sugar Sinks performed. good people. And i met some other good peeps at the show including some who go to my church whom i'd yet to met. in one random conversation, the band Telecast was brought up, i think because of a mishearing of the name of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/telematiquemusic"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; sweet band. Anywho, I told the others that i used to know some of the guys in Telecast, because some of them played in Buddy Ruckus, who was a big brother band to my band growing up. Apparently one of the guys, who i hadn't seen in mmm, 7 years is the lead music guy at a church nearby. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there were more too, but i'm failing to remember. it's just interesting (not new news, but wonderful news none-the-less) to me how God blesses those with a common mission, in him, to run in the same global circle. He is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-2153320834346690777?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/2153320834346690777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=2153320834346690777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2153320834346690777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2153320834346690777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-who-know-people-i-know-or-sorta.html' title='people who know people i know or sorta know or used to know'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-2881251428074613334</id><published>2009-04-30T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:42:07.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big time?</title><content type='html'>this week i played out in Hollywood for the first time with my friend &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jonhansmusic"&gt;Jon Hans&lt;/a&gt;. We played this Irish pub called Molly Malones, a cool space. We arrived early, having not played there before. The drummer notice that Nick Lachey, formerly of boy band 98 degrees, was in the bar. We thought that was odd, but ya know, it's Hollywood. Next a few singer/songwriters hit the stage, trading songs (that weren't the great). Petty soon our buddy Nick was right up on stage next to the host of this little singer/songer party. Apparently they share the same label and had done some co-writing. So he joined her for a couple songs. Then, Chris Daughtry, came out a did a few songs. What? yeah. So i'm weirded out and chuckling to myself when i realize, Nick Lachey and Chris Daughtry are opening for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah yes, the fine print. So after all their whole set (which ran late and made all our peeps wait around), the hosts invited everyone to the after party at the bar around the corner with no regard to us. I'm sure they and their posse were all gone by the time we started. So, were not the big time, as you knew already. But while they beat us in vocal chops, we totally beat them in rock'n'rollness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-2881251428074613334?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/2881251428074613334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=2881251428074613334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2881251428074613334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2881251428074613334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-time.html' title='the big time?'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-4434742562956641178</id><published>2009-04-16T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:08:52.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SefVhPCHFsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/93F8ALclRzQ/s1600-h/price+is+right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SefVhPCHFsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/93F8ALclRzQ/s400/price+is+right.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325459851336685250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, shoot. I meant to get this up before monday...I went to the Price is Right! it was a lot of fun. It kinda became a whole day experience between, the waiting in line at 6am for tickets, coming back early for security checks and an interview with the producer and finally the taping. Well, if any of you happened to be watching the price is right on Monday, i was there in the audience just to your right of contestant's row, 5 rows back, which got me plenty of camera time! only i forogt to post this, so probably just my parents saw me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-4434742562956641178?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/4434742562956641178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=4434742562956641178' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4434742562956641178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4434742562956641178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-on-down.html' title='Come on Down'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SefVhPCHFsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/93F8ALclRzQ/s72-c/price+is+right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-7899568071395677103</id><published>2009-04-07T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:49:01.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mustaches'/><title type='text'>in memory of my 'stache</title><content type='html'>It all started last year for "mustache March...and maybe April" as i put it. then i just had a 'stache for until about October when i decided to go big or go...normal? anyway, here's the night before it all came off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SdwsjnLARJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4rO64OCad4s/s1600-h/PIC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SdwsjnLARJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4rO64OCad4s/s400/PIC00014.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SdwykXSRcJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p4KCMQsA-s8/s1600-h/PIC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SdwykXSRcJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p4KCMQsA-s8/s400/PIC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322184459952418962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/Sdw0B996xOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PI_xdkFmuq4/s1600-h/PIC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/Sdw0B996xOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PI_xdkFmuq4/s400/PIC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322186068063864034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/Sdw2wKsgXEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Okrl3QO2cDY/s1600-h/PIC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/Sdw2wKsgXEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Okrl3QO2cDY/s400/PIC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322189060777729090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's nice not to have to wax up the old stache in the morning, and it's also nice to be able to eat without also eating my stache. But i do miss it. The funny looks and random conversations that it generated. Even on the subway where people do not talk to one another, i'd get to meet all sorts of people just cuz I had this huge thing on my upper lip.&lt;br /&gt;Although i did receive many complements with exclamatory expletives I think the best one came through action. There were three high school students on the subway squished into a space for two trying to get a good self-taken picture of themselves...or so they would have others believe, but not me. I saw what was going down. I knew the lines, the nervous talk of how good the picture of the three of was. I had done this too many times myself. Actually they were just trying to document the guy with the huge mustache they had seen on the subway to show their friends. I was that guy! Thanks random high schoolers, for the best compliment i could have received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-7899568071395677103?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/7899568071395677103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=7899568071395677103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7899568071395677103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7899568071395677103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-memory-of-my-stache.html' title='in memory of my &apos;stache'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SdwsjnLARJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4rO64OCad4s/s72-c/PIC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-3638970009984477183</id><published>2009-03-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:56:30.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Room</title><content type='html'>So my roommate met some dudes at a bible study that were into music and took a liking to one of his songs. One of the dudes used to work at the &lt;a href="http://www.jungleroom.net/index.html"&gt;Jungle Room&lt;/a&gt;, a recording studio in Glendale, and had access to it after hours. They decided to record one of his songs in an all night session last week and I tagged along. The studio has a modest homey vibe and some pretty solid gear. I was just browsing the studio credits and there are some pretty entertaining ones: Miley Cyrus, Jonas Brothers, and Billy Idol ...I ended up playing bass and guitar for the track. I was really nice just to be recording again, but here was my favorite part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/ScHOSaZLaeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lNpRyRrLzd0/s1600-h/0313092306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/ScHOSaZLaeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lNpRyRrLzd0/s400/0313092306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314755850991790562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep. Tielines to the control room right here the in bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-3638970009984477183?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/3638970009984477183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=3638970009984477183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3638970009984477183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3638970009984477183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/03/jungle-room.html' title='Jungle Room'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/ScHOSaZLaeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lNpRyRrLzd0/s72-c/0313092306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-3268960156713258415</id><published>2009-02-08T01:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:42:06.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>more life lessons from music school</title><content type='html'>At the end of last quarter we had a quirky substitute in my reading class, while the real teacher was on the road for a week. He pretty much started class by telling us that he doesn't read all that well and that we don't really need to either. The more complicated stuff we were looking at, like 6/8 (i think he was just to lazy to change the metronome) and cut time he just sorta glazed over. The second day i walked into class to him telling a story about how he became an Honorary Citizen of New Orleans. He was just there playing a gig and then the mayor wanted him to come to a banquet for which he didn't have the right attire. Apparently when you become an Honorary Citizen all you get is a plaque, which my teacher was to drunk to remember receiving until he found it in his closet a few days later. The story ended something like this, "So, remember to always bring a necktie...and don't get too drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why i pay the big bucks people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another quote from Schroeder. "Pop Schlop! Nobody ever lost any money by underestimating the taste of the populace."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-3268960156713258415?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/3268960156713258415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=3268960156713258415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3268960156713258415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3268960156713258415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-life-lessons-from-music-school.html' title='more life lessons from music school'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-5104569175543382768</id><published>2009-02-03T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:37:04.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>More like Hollywerid (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SYk2mcSfSII/AAAAAAAAADw/16moYpPx1lw/s1600-h/0129091546a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SYk2mcSfSII/AAAAAAAAADw/16moYpPx1lw/s400/0129091546a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298826470634768514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SYk3Z-_-jQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/v4X9kjeuM_Y/s1600-h/0129091546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SYk3Z-_-jQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/v4X9kjeuM_Y/s400/0129091546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298827356125695234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-5104569175543382768?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/5104569175543382768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=5104569175543382768' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5104569175543382768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5104569175543382768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-like-hollywerid-4.html' title='More like Hollywerid (4)'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SYk2mcSfSII/AAAAAAAAADw/16moYpPx1lw/s72-c/0129091546a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-5455552518242191344</id><published>2009-01-19T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:48:58.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2009</title><content type='html'>After seeing a few people post some goals for 2009, i was reminded of my Dad always saying, "if you want it happen, write it down and review it often." So I took some time the first weekend of this year to reflect, pray, and contemplate (something i picked up in my Capital Christian Center days) and write  some goals for '09. So, i've been working on some of them already, but i figured if i put them up here, then i'll be obligated to report at the end of the year, and a little accountability never hurt anybody, even if it's just for my own guilty conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Journal More (at least once a week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, so i've had the same journal since 2003 and i'm not even close to the end. Shameful, i know. But during my weekend of reflection i did a little "journal harvesting," a term i picked up from Morris Weigelt (side note: who wrote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Living-Lords-Prayer-Spiritual-Formation/dp/083411903X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232426287&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; this book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; that changed so much for me) meaning read and remember how good God is. Anyway, one a week, sadly, would be a big improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Practice Guitar at least 18 hours per week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18 because that's 3 hours a day with a day to rest, or a couple days where there's not as much time and I slack a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Send Snail Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My folks were helping my grandparents go through some things last year and they found some really old letters. It was go great to touc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;h the yellowed pap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;er, see the handwriting of my kin, and get a glimpse of what their lives were like. I want my kids and grand kids to be able to do that! And write now i'm all about investing in people in ways that aren't a screen. I didn't put a number on this one, cuz really, if i send one letter, i think that would be more than last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Finish at least 2 songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Again, one more than last year. With all the guitar practice to be done, songwriting has been pushed to the back burner. I started a lot on songs last year and only finished one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Memorize more scripture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started making a better effort to memorize scripture at the end of last year. I started in James, cuz I was reading it through in my quiet time and I found, "But be doers of the Word, not hearers only deceiving yourselves. (1:22)" Uh...whoops. I'm probably doing a little deceiving...  Then in Chapter 2 There's the whole "Faith Without Works is Dead" section. "So then faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; by hearing, and hearing by the word of God (Romans 10:17)," right? Or as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracywilde.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tracy Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Amplified Version says, "Faith comes by hearing, hearing, hearing, hearing, hearing the Word of the Lord." (Tracy, I'm not making fun.) So what better way to hear it over and over than to memorize!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew the text. When he was tempted in Matt 4, he answered with, "It is written..." And one of those ends, "...man does not live on bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God."&lt;br /&gt;Ok, really, I could go on and on with reasons to memorize, but i'll stop. I didn't put a specific amount in this goal because i want make sure i contemplate each piece as I go, making sure to get it in my heart, not just my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-5455552518242191344?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/5455552518242191344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=5455552518242191344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5455552518242191344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5455552518242191344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/01/goals-for-2009.html' title='Goals for 2009'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-8200982709017395994</id><published>2009-01-16T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:53:25.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>mojo monkeys</title><content type='html'>my roommate and I saw the the coolest band last night at this great bar called Busby's where a Capt. Jack Sparrow look-alike (not impersonator, i have to make that distinction here...) was the bar tender.  They're called &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=45374691"&gt;Mojo Monkeys&lt;/a&gt;. the &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=45373042"&gt;from man&lt;/a&gt; was the drummer, standing front and center behind this dirty 3 piece with just a crash and a little trash cymbal with a bite taken of it. He wore a sequins black top hat and a black tank top tucked into belt-less jeans. the guitarist played this beauty of a Gretsch with some vibey tremelo. how cool are these dudes? I heard some Stones, Spoon, Wallflowers, Tom Waits in there = good.  then they pushed back the drums and this great country band called &lt;a href="http://www.29mules.com/"&gt;29 mules&lt;/a&gt; did a set with four singers all trading lead and great harmonies. dig it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-8200982709017395994?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/8200982709017395994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=8200982709017395994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8200982709017395994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8200982709017395994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2009/01/mojo-monkeys.html' title='mojo monkeys'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-3457104433988156900</id><published>2008-12-31T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:46:05.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ye ol' year end music list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Favorite Records of 2008&lt;br /&gt;(In no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hold Steady – Stay Positive&lt;br /&gt;Fleet Foxes – Fleet Foxes&lt;br /&gt;Beck – Modern Guilt&lt;br /&gt;B.B. King – One Kind Favor&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Rós -  Meo   suo   Ì   eyrum   vio  spilum   endalaust&lt;br /&gt;Bon Iver – For Emma, Forever Ago&lt;br /&gt;Ra Ra Riot – The Rhumb Line&lt;br /&gt;The Punch Brothers – Punch&lt;br /&gt;Frightened Rabbit – The Midnight Organ Fight&lt;br /&gt;Derek Webb &amp;amp; Sandra McCracken – Ampersand EP&lt;br /&gt;Damien Jurado – Caught In the Tree&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead -  In Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When i compiled this list, i had to cut out a few that apparently we're from 2007 or earlier and I had just gotten hip to, so let me know what i missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-3457104433988156900?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/3457104433988156900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=3457104433988156900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3457104433988156900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3457104433988156900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/12/ye-ol-year-end-music-list.html' title='ye ol&apos; year end music list'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-7709224459639221855</id><published>2008-12-14T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:08:00.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>escalators</title><content type='html'>so you know the little strips of soft bristles that line edge of escalators? i'm never sure weather to be thrilled or completely disgusted when my flip flop clad feet brush up against them coming out of the subway. part of me wants to be tickled all the way up. the other parts wants to jerk my foot away and dry heave. but then, our subway system is remarkably clean...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-7709224459639221855?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/7709224459639221855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=7709224459639221855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7709224459639221855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7709224459639221855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/12/escalators.html' title='escalators'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-747873129531949595</id><published>2008-12-12T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:05:06.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>more like Hollyweird (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SUNnQk3dRxI/AAAAAAAAACk/RAT9IByjrr0/s1600-h/1212081803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SUNnQk3dRxI/AAAAAAAAACk/RAT9IByjrr0/s400/1212081803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279176722680203026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude clearly speaks for himself, or rather, his jacket does.  He's the doll house dude. He rides a scooter around wearing a helmet with a doll house attached to it with all kinds of crap spilling out the windows. You can see the doll house more clearly from the front, which i hope i can capture some day. But he just came out of nowhere and rolled right up to me and asked, "Does God ever go to the bathroom." I was stunned, kind of like my fellow student there with the red lanyard around his neck. The first time i saw doll house dude he was wearing all kinds of bright colors and some tights i think. I was still new to Hollyweird at that point and in my shock couldn't pull out my phone quickly enough. baby steps. maybe next time i'll get the whole get-up. I would also like to note that he wears that jacket around when he doesn't have the doll house on too. I just put all that together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-747873129531949595?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/747873129531949595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=747873129531949595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/747873129531949595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/747873129531949595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-like-hollyweird-3.html' title='more like Hollyweird (3)'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SUNnQk3dRxI/AAAAAAAAACk/RAT9IByjrr0/s72-c/1212081803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-6778036850852864736</id><published>2008-12-07T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:33:00.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes heartbreak is fun</title><content type='html'>Thursday evening i went to the &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;amp;friendID=113547755"&gt;Watkin's Family Hour&lt;/a&gt; in the little room at Largo, with the company of long time friend &lt;a href="http://misdesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa Schenk&lt;/a&gt;. The show involves Sean and Sara Watkins from Nickle Creek and various guests. The heartbreak came when i discovered that Sara Wakins is now married. sigh...Still, it was the most fun i've had in a long time. You get the idea that if they weren't playing out that they'd be doing this in their living room. There's no set list, they take all sorts of requests, and in the middle of one song, two dudes with guitars (who i think were Dave Rawlings and Jon Brion) bum rushed the stage and joined right in. Between songs the tuning and discussion about what to play next would go on a little too long, but when the music started the musicianship was superb, whether or not the rest of the band even knew the song they were starting. the highlight of the evening was a duet between Sara and Benmont Tench, Tom Petty's keyboardist. It was Benmont's tune, and i couldn't find a copy of it or lyrics anywhere, but the piano and vocal parts were delivered with such a delicate longing of love gone wrong, i think everyone in the room was choked up. as soon as i get a job and have some cash flow again, i'm making the Watkin's Family Hour a regular stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-6778036850852864736?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/6778036850852864736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=6778036850852864736' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6778036850852864736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6778036850852864736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-heartbreak-is-fun_07.html' title='Sometimes heartbreak is fun'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-4320579682755172456</id><published>2008-12-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:22:21.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>humming</title><content type='html'>does anyone else catch yourself humming along to whatever your listening to at the coffee shop and wonder how loud you were actually humming (without headphones on) and if everyone else around you is pissed? wooops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-4320579682755172456?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/4320579682755172456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=4320579682755172456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4320579682755172456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4320579682755172456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/12/humming.html' title='humming'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-7862125516604553921</id><published>2008-12-02T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:38:22.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Schrode</title><content type='html'>I have a music theory professor named Carl Schroder. he's a crazy genius, and i've been thinking for weeks that i need to share some of his brilliance with you.  He's an entertainer and usually slips into some rather crude analogies and such, but today was a rather mild day so I figured I'd put up a few quotes.  think a Brooklyn accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, strap me to a hog and slather me with bear grease! It's a passing diminished chord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Hey Schroder, you there's supposed to be a major third on that one.&lt;br /&gt;Schroder: "What?! What else did i miss? You guys gotta help me out here. I mean, I wake up in the morning and read the obituaries, and If i'm not in there I get up and have a cup of coffee, ya know? Never thought i'd have so much fun goin' down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stackin up the 3rds like bails of marijuana!...medical marijuana of course." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think ear training is the most important thing we do here. Cuz if you can hear it, you can use it, just like a big-ass word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times Schroder drops in these great philosophical quotes like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freedom is the acceptance of contraint."  or "One man's music is another man's chaos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really never know what you're gonna get. I wish I video. It's impossible to get the full effect without seeing him bouncing around the class, dancing, mumbling to himself, talking in the third person, ripping on students, etc.  I don't think there's been a class session yet, where he hasn't had us all rolling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-7862125516604553921?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/7862125516604553921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=7862125516604553921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7862125516604553921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7862125516604553921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-to-schrode.html' title='Ode to Schrode'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-2786198025711132997</id><published>2008-12-01T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:54:43.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus rides are fun! mostly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/STSVT0wt9AI/AAAAAAAAACU/x3D2fQuKRqw/s1600-h/1129081739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/STSVT0wt9AI/AAAAAAAAACU/x3D2fQuKRqw/s400/1129081739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275005231370728450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-2786198025711132997?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/2786198025711132997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=2786198025711132997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2786198025711132997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2786198025711132997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/12/bus-rides-are-fun-mostly.html' title='Bus rides are fun! mostly...'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/STSVT0wt9AI/AAAAAAAAACU/x3D2fQuKRqw/s72-c/1129081739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-5441293917071511072</id><published>2008-11-28T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:09:53.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>today I am thankful for family. and heritage. and the faith i see in the wrinkles around eyes that have seen much by the light of our Savior. for a grandmother whose smile and laugh are youthful as ever, though her mind has not been so sharp lately, and a grandfather whose patience and steadfastness are a model nearing the perfection that could have only been produced by counting trials as joys. for an uncle whom i'd had not seen in far too long and whom with i can finally share the joys of music since our Lord has freed him from schizophrenia! for a mom and dad whose endless prayers and support uplift me daily even though their son thinks he's gonna be a rock star. for the hands and arms and hearts that form a misshapen and rather homely circle as we bow to thank our Provider for the meal before us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-5441293917071511072?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/5441293917071511072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=5441293917071511072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5441293917071511072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5441293917071511072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-2565342622741932161</id><published>2008-11-26T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:17:27.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Contrast</title><content type='html'>Today in reading class I performed Mozart's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eine Kleine Nacthmusik &lt;/span&gt;as part of a guitar quartet. Later today in the Hard Rock Live Playing Workshop I performed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One Armed Scissor &lt;/span&gt;by At the Drive-In. I love rock'n'roll school.  You can enjoy either of these wonderful tunes below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy turkey!...and potatoes, and green been casserole, and gravy (oh gravy), and candied yams, and ham maybe too, and definitely stuffing, and oh yeah, enjoy the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 430px; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;embed width="426" height="327" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.mixwit.com/flash/widgets/shell.swf" wmode="transparent" flashvars="env=embed&amp;widget=7c94ed171ee3b47bdcacf129b4c846a9&amp;playlist=ef1b227b9a7d07982aa6201e27c5f017&amp;vuid=embed"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mixwit.com/m.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/marc_herring?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit" border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/p.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/create?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit make a mixtape" border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/m.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit mixtapes" border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/l.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjc3NTE3ODc1MzkmcHQ9MTIyNzc1MjE1NzAyOSZwPTE4NDMzMSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz*5NzFhYTY5ZTllNmI*NWJkOGI5OWIzOGEzZmQ2YTNhMw==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-2565342622741932161?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/2565342622741932161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=2565342622741932161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2565342622741932161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2565342622741932161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/11/contrast.html' title='Contrast'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-8475856012946178323</id><published>2008-11-18T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:11:16.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've been spinnin' (or perhaps more accurately clickin'?)</title><content type='html'>i'm probably overdue for a 'song of the season' post, but there hasn't been just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; particular song for bit.  so here's what's on my itunes recently played. not much new. just good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot&lt;br /&gt;Nick Drake - Pink Moon&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springsteen - Devils &amp;amp; Dust&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Adams and the Cardinals - Cold Roses&lt;br /&gt;Cat Stevens - Teaser and the Firecat&lt;br /&gt;Queen - Greatest Hits&lt;br /&gt;The Clash - London Calling&lt;br /&gt;Brand New - The Devil and God are Raging inside of Me&lt;br /&gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine - Our Endless Numbered Days&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Amnesiac&lt;br /&gt;Rober Plant Alison Krauss - Raising Sand&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin - I&lt;br /&gt;Guster - Keep It Together&lt;br /&gt;the National Lights - The Dead Will Walk&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Ok Computer&lt;br /&gt;Andrew M and the Coalition of Willing - All's Well that Ends&lt;br /&gt;Patty Griffin - 10,000 Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Fleet Foxes - Ragged Wood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-8475856012946178323?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/8475856012946178323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=8475856012946178323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8475856012946178323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8475856012946178323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-ive-been-spinnin.html' title='what i&apos;ve been spinnin&apos; (or perhaps more accurately clickin&apos;?)'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-7945667761847056377</id><published>2008-11-10T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:06:05.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>In a disguise?</title><content type='html'>On saturday my roommate and I went out to people watch during the protest to the passing of proposition 8.  When things had settled down we went over to the donut shop. We were standing outside the shop eating when a few more people passed us. One guy said, "what's up?" so i gave him the nod and said, "hey."  they walked on a few paces before he came back hesitantly and said to me, "I thought you were a celebrity. I had to look a little closer.  You're beard didn't match your hair, so I had to make sure it wasn't fake."  Apparently i look so ridiculous on  a daily basis that no one would actually mean to look like me.  It must be disguise.  I can't decide if that is a complement or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-7945667761847056377?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/7945667761847056377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=7945667761847056377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7945667761847056377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7945667761847056377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-disguise.html' title='In a disguise?'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-2945493247264415212</id><published>2008-11-07T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:44:35.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; totally awesome, right? so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; at this killer party and there are girls everywhere and....no, no. I'm sitting outside my coffee shop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internetting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my roommate and I arrived, there were two men two tables over. one was older maybe 65, the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;, late 30 early 40s. i took from their conversation and his accent that he hadn't been in the states very long.  the younger of the two was bring this man up to speed on how to think now that he's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;america&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't hear much what the older man said because he's from another country and wasn't talking so loudly that everyone around him could hear, like we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;american's&lt;/span&gt; do, but younger, louder fella it seemed like the older gentleman was pretty traditional in thought.  loud talker kept saying, "your mind is just stuck in Bulgaria, but you're in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;america&lt;/span&gt; now."  i heard talk of how marriage doesn't mean anything anymore and other selfish, hopeless banter.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;, you guys should be out partying," the 40 year old told us in passing, bring back a fresh cup of coffee.  after basically begging the him to go to his apartment and get a game (something like backgammon, i think, but i don't remember the name) so that the younger guy would have something to do tonight, the older guy declined and took off for the night. i listened for a while as our 40-year-old loud talker dialed some unsuspecting friend (with his hands free headset) and proceeded to give him a lecture on the economics of the coffee shop business, chain smoking the whole time. then i put on my headphones and put on Led Zeppelin I (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really into right now, by the way). when he was out of people to call he left for a bit to grab another pack of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;now, all the while i was sitting hear jamming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;zep&lt;/span&gt; reading blogs, doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; banking and the like. while i was reading one particular &lt;a href="http://newmerciesrising.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; (the 'David Dark, the Kingdom, and Hospitality' post) i started thinking about how this guy 10 feet from me was probably really lonely and could use some hope-filled conversation.  and i in all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hopefilledness&lt;/span&gt; was just sitting here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pretending&lt;/span&gt; to block everyone out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i had things to do and was annoyed by his loud talking.  i got convicted, and i was trying to think of a way to break into conversation with him he left.  a few minutes later a pair of dudes about my age sat down and found a bottle in a paper sack that the other fella had apparently picked up when he went for cigarettes. he started making fun of the fact that someone had been drinking outside of the coffee shop, and I immediately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;chimed&lt;/span&gt; in with, "yeah, i think he smoked a pack and a half while he was here. ha ha, he seemed kinda lonely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that to say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do better than me&lt;/span&gt;. look up from your magazine, computer screen, or book. take out your headphones and talk to the person next to you whom you have just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;judged&lt;/span&gt; and whose probably hurting, and could use a little hope and a smile. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try to do better next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-2945493247264415212?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/2945493247264415212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=2945493247264415212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2945493247264415212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2945493247264415212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-friday-night-and-im-totally-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-4025314740254366803</id><published>2008-10-28T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:59:38.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>Pink's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SQezXBojFTI/AAAAAAAAACE/pHCPJrEEm20/s1600-h/1019081812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SQezXBojFTI/AAAAAAAAACE/pHCPJrEEm20/s400/1019081812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262371897762583858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is  Pink's. it's a hotdog stand that has been on this corner since 1939! you can get just about whatever you can think of on your hotdog. I went for fairly normal  Bacon Chili Cheese Dog, but the Mulholland Dr. dog looked very enticing. Check out the full menu &lt;a href="http://www.pinkshollywood.com/pgz/menu.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SQe0vcwkVbI/AAAAAAAAACM/lXd8wtjf8DY/s1600-h/1019081818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SQe0vcwkVbI/AAAAAAAAACM/lXd8wtjf8DY/s400/1019081818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262373416872465842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another shot of the line. It doesn't really do it justice.  There is always a line that goes around the building and down the ally. Always. And when you get to the front it snakes you around like disneyland! For a brief moment I thought about making this a Hollyweird post, but I think we safely say this fits in the category of Hollyawesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-4025314740254366803?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/4025314740254366803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=4025314740254366803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4025314740254366803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4025314740254366803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/10/pinks.html' title='Pink&apos;s!'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SQezXBojFTI/AAAAAAAAACE/pHCPJrEEm20/s72-c/1019081812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-6644449239132567696</id><published>2008-10-27T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:05:07.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>more like Hollyweird (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SQZy0YFpx7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/9EjVTyBJ_6M/s1600-h/1011081554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SQZy0YFpx7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/9EjVTyBJ_6M/s400/1011081554.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262019458773927858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had hoped for a better angle but mr. red shirt messed it all up. this is an In-and-out burger, and we're fairly certain that she's wearing a wedding dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-6644449239132567696?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/6644449239132567696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=6644449239132567696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6644449239132567696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6644449239132567696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-like-hollyweird-2.html' title='more like Hollyweird (2)'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SQZy0YFpx7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/9EjVTyBJ_6M/s72-c/1011081554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-6628060660027690386</id><published>2008-10-27T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:01:34.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beach in October?</title><content type='html'>Yep. on friday it was about 85 or 90 in Hollywood so my roommate and I went to the beach. it was wonderful. I just wanted to make those you of jealous who have actually be able to experience fall, cuz i am jealous of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-6628060660027690386?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/6628060660027690386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=6628060660027690386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6628060660027690386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6628060660027690386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/10/beach-in-october.html' title='beach in October?'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-5921656097944995266</id><published>2008-10-17T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:46:45.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><title type='text'>more like Hollyweird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SPkxz4Xb2vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NRc8DrfsCeU/s1600-h/1013081009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SPkxz4Xb2vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NRc8DrfsCeU/s400/1013081009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258288807305534194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-5921656097944995266?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/5921656097944995266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=5921656097944995266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5921656097944995266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5921656097944995266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-like-hollyweird.html' title='more like Hollyweird'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SPkxz4Xb2vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NRc8DrfsCeU/s72-c/1013081009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-8698148787952921927</id><published>2008-10-11T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:55:48.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall and furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SPDzde5peeI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZvNydwBJ9Ig/s1600-h/1010082057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SPDzde5peeI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZvNydwBJ9Ig/s400/1010082057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255968452977981922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my roommate Brandon.  After a long day of searching through IKEA for the very cheapest tables and chairs, and putting together said tables and chairs, we walked over to our friendly neighborhood Ralph's and picked up (as Jeff would say) the all-American meal break in our new table. We enjoyed our pizza on paper towels, as we do not yet have plates, and with the dawn of fall (two days ago it was still 95 degrees here) we a little Octoberfest.  Really we were just excited to not sit on the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-8698148787952921927?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/8698148787952921927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=8698148787952921927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8698148787952921927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8698148787952921927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-and-furniture.html' title='fall and furniture'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SPDzde5peeI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZvNydwBJ9Ig/s72-c/1010082057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-8628235262205331047</id><published>2008-10-06T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:16:28.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><title type='text'>homework...</title><content type='html'>more like awesome work! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my first day of classes today and school is going to be a blast. For homework i've been touching up on pattern 2 and 4, in the CAGED system, of the blues scale and learning some rhythm figures/chord changes for tomorrow's Rhythm Section workshop. Here's what a general week of Rock'n'Roll school will look like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12pm  - Reading II (my lowest point in placement tests...gonna take a little work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1pm - Single String Improvisation II  (not sure why it's called single string)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2pm Rhythm Guitar II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5pm Slide guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12pm - Harmony and Theory III&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1pm - Ear Training III&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-4pm - Rhythm Section Workshop (taking what we did in SSI and Rhythm Guitar yesterday and putting it together with a bass player and drummer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4pm - Private lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like monday expect my elective will be Jimi Hendrix Rhythm guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like tuesday, but without the RSW and plus Rock Lead Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is another class called Live Playing Workshop where you sign up for a time slot playing a style of your choosing (Modern Rock, Blues, Fusion, Jazz, Country, Metal, etc) with a band made up of other students from the bass, keys, percussion, vocal programs and get critiqued by professors. Your supposed to do about 1 a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is no more of the dreaded homework...just awesome work. And starting class at noon is so rock'n'roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...Praise the Lord!...i finally have an apartment.  The building looks pretty sketchy (just like i like it), but the place itself is pretty nice (small, but nice), and i'm sharing it with this guy named Brandon whom i barely know, but he went to the Comtemporary Music Center too, so we're basically family. It's right on Hollywood Blvd about 2 miles from school. We finish moving in tomorrow. Now about that job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-8628235262205331047?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/8628235262205331047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=8628235262205331047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8628235262205331047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8628235262205331047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/10/homework.html' title='homework...'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-5353315398353334290</id><published>2008-10-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:01:21.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more good news</title><content type='html'>doughnut shops and 7elevens are in abundance in CA. To help me combat traffic this afternoon, I had a huge-ass mable bar and slurpee for a  well rounded 4 o'clock lunch (don't worry i ran 3 miles this morning...maybe i should have run 4) along with a little wilco (I also can't get enough of Sky Blue Sky right now). Everything was fine and dandy until the sugar wore off and the swass set in...but then I still had Nels Cline's guitaring blowing my mind.  Soon i'll have a place in Hollywood (pray for that, if you have a second) and I won't have the long drives back to the burbs where the McAlpines are being my wonderful hosts. i love family, or friend's family, or yeah family, or the body of Christ. yeah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-5353315398353334290?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/5353315398353334290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=5353315398353334290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5353315398353334290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5353315398353334290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-good-news.html' title='more good news'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-762665285646208545</id><published>2008-10-02T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:47:57.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>some good news</title><content type='html'>For some reason I couldn't get the &lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858703970"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; to copy in here right, but here for your enjoyment is a song by the band Frightened Rabbit called The Modern Leper. I can't get enough right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 430px; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;embed width="426" height="327" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.mixwit.com/flash/widgets/shell.swf" wmode="transparent" flashvars="env=embed&amp;amp;widget=77f5294716ef49e7fae2def471ce343e&amp;amp;playlist=ac99481493f41ef526d53996923f48de&amp;amp;vuid=embed"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mixwit.com/m.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/marc_herring?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit" border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/p.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/create?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit make a mixtape" border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/m.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit mixtapes" border="0" src="http://www.mixwit.com/l.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjMwMDUyMDM4MzImcHQ9MTIyMzAwNTI1NDg4NSZwPTE4NDMzMSZkPSZuPSZnPTEmdD*mbz*wMGExOTE*NDc3MTE*OGU2YTY*ZmRiM2YxOTkxYzIzNQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-762665285646208545?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/762665285646208545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=762665285646208545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/762665285646208545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/762665285646208545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-good-news.html' title='some good news'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-679349729730372437</id><published>2008-09-24T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:41:31.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boo to the 5</title><content type='html'>So really the 24 Days of Awesome turned out to be more like the 22 Days of Awesome and 2 long-ass days of driving that were only partly awesome. what gives?  right around 2200 miles total from Spokane to LA (in a rather round-a-bout sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fasion&lt;/span&gt;) and all kinds of good people along the way.&lt;div&gt;Today i landed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Placentia&lt;/span&gt;, CA at Andy's (his name is not a funny color because he never blogs anymore....guilt.) folk's house. I'm so grateful that they agreed to take me in while I register at school and find a place of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I logged 525 miles today. I added a few miles so that I could pay  dollars to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge. I glad I did because then I crossed over to I5 and had the, straightest most uneventful drive of my life. The first few vineyards and orchards were pretty. then all I saw for 400 miles were vineyards, orchards, and dead grass. Luckily, i was prepared. Today's music selections included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;this dope-ass mix that &lt;a href="http://katienpowell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; made me for the drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Enigk&lt;/span&gt; "World Waits"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frightened Rabbit "The Midnight Organ Fight"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jurado&lt;/span&gt; "Caught In the Trees"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bruce Springsteen "Darkness on the Edge of Town"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wilco&lt;/span&gt; "Sky Blue Sky"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Griffin&lt;/span&gt; "1000 Kisses"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margot and the Nuclear So and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;So's&lt;/span&gt; "The Dust of Retreat"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Masen&lt;/span&gt; "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dreamlife&lt;/span&gt; of Angels"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bob Dylan "Blood on the Tracks"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lundquist&lt;/span&gt; "Afterthoughts"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe today was awesome afterall...minus the swass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-679349729730372437?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/679349729730372437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=679349729730372437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/679349729730372437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/679349729730372437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/boo-to-5.html' title='boo to the 5'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-7330684138218404332</id><published>2008-09-24T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:16:16.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hustler's grab your guns...</title><content type='html'>...your shadow weighs a ton&lt;div&gt;driving down the 101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added 423 miles yesterday all on the 101, but i started out the morning hittin' the surf with my bro. it was a gorgeous morning at the south jetty and the good Lord did grant us each our one good ride (which for me means I paddled into the biggest wave of the day, stayed on my belly for a bit cuz I was nervous, and then stood up for like 3 seconds). But you combine a little wave fighting, a little wave riding, and 9 hours of driving you get one tired Marc, so here's yesterday's post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few points of interest on the 101 run:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the nicest rest stop ever is just north of Brookings, OR. It's nicely landscaped with a huge park and some trials, outdoor picnic area shielded from the wind, and clean (not new, but clean) bathrooms . there is a manned guest info station with free maps, and get this!...free wifi? what? at a rest stop? yes. God bless Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;somehow Dairy Queen has managed to put a restaurant in every Oregon coast town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is another interesting chain in some of those towns- the Wacky Tobacconist, which i thought said the Wacky Baconist when i saw it in the first town. I mean, how great would that be! A whole store for Bacon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving for a few hours and then seeing a sign that says 373 miles to San Francisco is pretty discouraging &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-7330684138218404332?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/7330684138218404332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=7330684138218404332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7330684138218404332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/7330684138218404332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/hustlers-grab-your-guns.html' title='Hustler&apos;s grab your guns...'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-5280615195333317906</id><published>2008-09-22T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:37:39.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SNhxyf_OiGI/AAAAAAAAABk/4bWScTds1cY/s1600-h/0922081633a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SNhxyf_OiGI/AAAAAAAAABk/4bWScTds1cY/s400/0922081633a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249070478094403682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SNhxt4Xz_-I/AAAAAAAAABc/JnIOXN9N6LA/s1600-h/0922081633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SNhxt4Xz_-I/AAAAAAAAABc/JnIOXN9N6LA/s400/0922081633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249070398740627426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SNhxnVxJwkI/AAAAAAAAABU/I0NsrFs0LhY/s1600-h/0922081450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SNhxnVxJwkI/AAAAAAAAABU/I0NsrFs0LhY/s400/0922081450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249070286372454978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right around 1300 miles logged so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-5280615195333317906?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/5280615195333317906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=5280615195333317906' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5280615195333317906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5280615195333317906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-how-i-roll.html' title='This is how I roll'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SNhxyf_OiGI/AAAAAAAAABk/4bWScTds1cY/s72-c/0922081633a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-8090850559698727407</id><published>2008-09-16T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:48:32.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hippie soap</title><content type='html'>the 24 days of awesome are going splendidly.  I spent the last few days at the family lake cabin with my folks, my brother and his boys, and few friends who dropped in. Now, when you're at the cabin, bathing is definitely not required (which is not really different than normal for me, just a little more acceptable). After a few days there, and a particularly sweaty session of helping Dad with the roof, i found myself in need of a bath.  Luckily we had some of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SM9gXhLMqsI/AAAAAAAAABM/pDVc3vuTyaI/s1600-h/0914081620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SM9gXhLMqsI/AAAAAAAAABM/pDVc3vuTyaI/s400/0914081620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246518048068512450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 18-in-1 Hemp Peppermint Pure-Castile Soap from Dr. Bronner's Magic Soaps (aka the hippie soap)  18-in-1!  Are you kidding me?! No, i'm not. I love this stuff. And there's another use they didn't think of- wakeboard binding lubricant. that's how we got started on this stuff. my wonderful sister-in-law was concerned about the dish soap we were using to get our feet into the boots. I'm sure glad she was!  the uses i took advantage of this fine day were: shampoo, face wash, body wash, and mouth wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dive into lake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shampoo, scrub, etc. being careful to srub everywhere that needs it with a swimsuit on and without be too conspicuous, as there are probably neighbors watching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dive into lake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;climb swim ladder feeling tingly and refreshed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;squirt a little more hippie soap in mouth along with a swig of water and swish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go about day feeling awesome that you just bathed in a lake with hippie soap, knowing that there are still somewhere around 15 other ways you can use said hippie soap. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-8090850559698727407?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/8090850559698727407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=8090850559698727407' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8090850559698727407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8090850559698727407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/hippie-soap.html' title='hippie soap'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SM9gXhLMqsI/AAAAAAAAABM/pDVc3vuTyaI/s72-c/0914081620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-8539571546381557680</id><published>2008-09-06T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:56:24.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Sometimes the Boss sings my life</title><content type='html'>There's a man on the corner singin' my life&lt;br /&gt;And he's playing guitar with a rusty old knife&lt;br /&gt;Each song that he sings rhymes with the true&lt;br /&gt;And reminds us of something beyond the Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peter Case "Beyond the Blues"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert&lt;br /&gt;I pick up my money and head back into town&lt;br /&gt;Driving cross the Waynesboro county line&lt;br /&gt;I got the radio on and I'm just killing time&lt;br /&gt;Working all day in my daddy's garage&lt;br /&gt;Driving all night chasing some mirage&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;The dogs on Main Street howl&lt;br /&gt;`cause they understand&lt;br /&gt;If I could take one moment into my hands&lt;br /&gt;Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in a promised land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my best to live the right way&lt;br /&gt;I get up every morning and go to work each day&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode&lt;br /&gt;Explode and tear this whole town apart&lt;br /&gt;Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Find somebody itching for something to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor&lt;br /&gt;I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a twister to blow everything down&lt;br /&gt;That ain't got the faith to stand its ground&lt;br /&gt;Blow away the dreams that tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;Blow away the dreams that break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a promised land...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bruce Springsteen "The Promise Land"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life right now. I pray I'll have the faith to stand my ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-boss-sings-my-life.html"&gt;Who Sings your life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-8539571546381557680?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/8539571546381557680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=8539571546381557680' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8539571546381557680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8539571546381557680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-boss-sings-my-life.html' title='Sometimes the Boss sings my life'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-5406949147949986640</id><published>2008-09-02T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:34:11.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brotherhoods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mustaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>a mustache brotherhood 2</title><content type='html'>I hadn't intended for this &lt;a href="http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/08/mustache-brotherhood.html"&gt;originally&lt;/a&gt;, but it turns out the mustache brotherhood might me a series! I love mustaches. and brotherhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started what I'm calling the 24 days of awesome. Awesome because i'm done worrying about getting out of my house, i don't have a job, my folks have a lake cabin, there are friends in Spokane that I rarely get to hang with but now I do, I like road trips, there are friends in other towns that I'll get to visit. Anyway, back to the mustaches...Sarah and Jo talked me into staying for one more day and the 24 days of awesome started with Goldy's!..correction: it started with me waiting at Goldy's for and hour before either of them got there.  I saw a brother. I realized it was the guy from the record exchange with the really grandiose mustache, the kind that you wax up the ends of. wow. so much bolder than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "hey was that your mustache that got called out at the Wilco show?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy from the record exchange with the gradiose mustach: "I don't know. Maybe it was yours."&lt;br /&gt;me: "i told my friends [at the show], it could only be the guy from the record exchange."&lt;br /&gt;GFTREWTRGM: "It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; nice to be recognized by Mr. Tweedy."&lt;br /&gt;me: "no doubt. no doubt." [laughter]&lt;br /&gt;GFTREWTRGM: "what's you name?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Marc."  [a shake]&lt;br /&gt;GFTREWTRGM: "i'm Bryan" (i assume the 'y' in Bryan. not really sure why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked on about music and other shows we'd seen at the winery.  By the end of our wait, Bryan's lady friend asked me to join their table, but i told them i had friends coming. Inside, I passed them on the way to the restroom. He called me by name and we joked a bit.&lt;br /&gt;instant brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-5406949147949986640?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/5406949147949986640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=5406949147949986640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5406949147949986640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/5406949147949986640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/mustache-brotherhood-2.html' title='a mustache brotherhood 2'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-8482301831137850083</id><published>2008-09-01T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:59:13.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my neighbors</title><content type='html'>as I was cleaning up and moving out this week, I found a few things I no longer needed, but thought someone could probably use them. I had a garage sale last week that took care of a lot of it, but i just kept finding stuff I didn't need.  this is how we do it in the land of the hippies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SLxfrf9BvII/AAAAAAAAAA8/Up3PScnQIng/s1600-h/0829081417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SLxfrf9BvII/AAAAAAAAAA8/Up3PScnQIng/s400/0829081417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241169267268893826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="HcCDpe"&gt;Fri, Aug 29, 2008 at 2:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SLxgm1xEGII/AAAAAAAAABE/BaHYiMg0uRQ/s1600-h/0830080930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SLxgm1xEGII/AAAAAAAAABE/BaHYiMg0uRQ/s400/0830080930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241170286736578690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="HcCDpe"&gt;&lt;span class="JDpiNd"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sat, Aug 30, 2008 at 9:31 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="HcCDpe"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone even hung up the jeans for me to advertise! A few hours later all of this was gone and I put out a fresh batch. This was a relatively small batch compared to the rest of the days.  My neighbors are great.  When John, who I had only had a few short conversations with, was taking some tupperware off my hands a few days later he wandered up to my door and asked me where I was moving to. He used to live in LA and immediately started calling his friends over there to see if anyone needed a roommate. Hyde Park people, thank you for showing me how to be a good neighbor. I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="HcCDpe"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-8482301831137850083?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/8482301831137850083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=8482301831137850083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8482301831137850083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/8482301831137850083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-my-neighbors.html' title='i love my neighbors'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SLxfrf9BvII/AAAAAAAAAA8/Up3PScnQIng/s72-c/0829081417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-4733867243446576159</id><published>2008-09-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:41:39.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very clean and web 2.0</title><content type='html'>I experienced a little anxiety this week for the first time in...well i can't even remember how long. I'm generally a pretty easy going fella and don't often let stress get to me. This week however, I spent moving out and doing a big final cleaning of my house, the last of four roommates. Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://sarahwalkerrn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://missquimba.blogspot.com/"&gt;JoJo&lt;/a&gt; for all their help. So why the anxiety you ask?  Well because at for my team at the church our direction on just about every project has been, "very clean and web 2.0" and this is what my house looked like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SLxdtlRiJTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OnBjy5MXmEw/s1600-h/0830080933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SLxdtlRiJTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OnBjy5MXmEw/s400/0830080933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241167104033563954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kenholsinger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt;, your OCDness has infected me. I seriously couldn't function after a few days of this.  I found some sanity by clearing a little spot on my rug, lighting some candles so that I could only see the clean spot around me, and playing a hymn or two on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of anxiety, it was one of the many things my pastor preach on this week. He says we need to combat with humility...interesting...and true. I need to listen the sermon again.  He brought the word hard, as usual. What a badass! &lt;a href="http://www.capitalchristian.com/Resources/MediaViewer.aspx?id=99&amp;amp;st=1"&gt;Eat the Word&lt;/a&gt;. Gonna miss you church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-4733867243446576159?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/4733867243446576159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=4733867243446576159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4733867243446576159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/4733867243446576159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-clean-and-web-20.html' title='very clean and web 2.0'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SLxdtlRiJTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OnBjy5MXmEw/s72-c/0830080933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-296792636376935505</id><published>2008-08-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:02:27.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIL COme together</title><content type='html'>Preface: I think i'm cool. Now, this is not true, but none-the-less i continue to think it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see WILCO and the Fleet Foxes a couple nights ago.  The Fleet Foxes were money. I think these 5 dudes grew up in the foot hills of the Appalachians with only one guitar.  Because they only had one guitar they all learned to sing really, really well and make sweet, sweet harmonies.  Somehow they found a Rhodes and a mandolin along side of the road and turned up the reverb way too much. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Wilco was magical. I haven't been the biggest Wilco fan, despite Andy and &lt;a href="http://nardcore.easyjournal.com/"&gt;Nard&lt;/a&gt;'s best efforts, but recently have been getting into them more and more.  Alt/Country/Noise/Funk/Folk/Rock = awesome.  But That's just the music.  I think there was something a whole lot bigger going on... These dudes are not cool.  They're all middle aged or older, they don't dress cool, they were kinda funny, but like nerdy funny.  I thought, maybe the drummer was cool, but then I realized his drum set was made of clear plastic- clearly uncool.&lt;br /&gt;Between acts, i was chatting with Tricia who is quite a people watcher.  We were noticing how many different styles of people were there, in addition to the fact that we never thought there'd be that many people in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boise&lt;/span&gt; who would come out to a Wilco concert.  This group was so diverse.  There was the guy wearing a sarong with a flower behind his ear, there was the bro (aka- short spikey hair and abercrombie t-shirt), there was the guy from the Record Exchange with the grandiose mustache, and a drove of normalish, unoriginal, rather uncool looking people of all ages, literally 5 to 75.   I said to Tricia, "Well, I guess the lesson tonight is- Wilco brings people together."  I said this kind of jokingly, but as the night went I realized how true it was.&lt;br /&gt;After the sun went down in our beautiful (aka- dusty) southern Idaho sky and things cooled off a bit, the band got into it a little more and so did the crowd.  The back lights on stage were overthrowing enough to put light on the faces around me.  Every head was bobbing and most singing along.  Those that weren't singing were smiling wide.  Somehow 5 uncool dudes armed with instruments and songs brought together a most unlikely and uncool group of people.  There might have been someone there that was cool, but no one knew it.  If no one recognizes that you're cool, are you?  All cool powers were lost that night because people weren't surrounded by others like them that thought they were cool.  Everyone was uncool together....Which i think, then, makes everyone cool. All I know is I was pumped that the guy next to me, who was bobbing his head so hard that his whole body was shaking, was having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Wilco! I think redemption is afoot here. I probably need to do a little more investigation in Wilco's tunes. Maybe in 15 years i'll be uncool enough to have a really cool band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so long. I leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzY2pWrXB_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzY2pWrXB_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-296792636376935505?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/296792636376935505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=296792636376935505' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/296792636376935505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/296792636376935505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/08/wil-come-together.html' title='WIL COme together'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-6528287312283429750</id><published>2008-08-19T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:03:44.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>listen. to music.</title><content type='html'>So most of my roommates moved out. Kyle still remains, but who knows when he'll be gone again off to wild fire fighting...Anyway, last night I had the house all to myself. After watching a little TV while eating leftovers, I turned it off. [sigh] that's nice. I think the TV has been on for a great majority of the in-house waking hours (some sleeping too) in the last year of my life. With a quick little patch job, I plugged my computer into the surround sound system that Vinnie left us and just listened to music. The lamps seemed a little too bright so I grabbed some candles that Jeff left us and just got to listen.  So often we play music in the background, a soundtrack to our lives while we drive, work, play, talk, cruise the internet.  That's great. I've got some playing right now. Life would be a little dull without it. But it's nice once in a while to bring music to the front of our perception and enjoy it like we'd enjoy an art show or a movie.  I think one of music's jobs is to bring justice (more on this later. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this idea) to our souls.  It can help make things right.  So let it. Do it. Listen. to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try out a little something new here too. We'll call it 'song of the season,' because i'm not sure i would keep up 'song of the day' or even 'song of the week' (and because of the nice alliteration!) This one is "Blue Rondo a la Turk" from the 1959 Dave Brubeck Quartet album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Out.&lt;/span&gt; check out how these brilliant geniuses mess with time and make you like it. Just when you think you've had enough of trying to figure out what meter they're in they bust into this smooth swing, Paul Desmond's sweet tone just soothing away all those thought of, "oh, i could never make music this good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 430px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.mixwit.com/flash/widgets/shell.swf" wmode="transparent" flashvars="env=embed&amp;amp;widget=11448dfb97a9611b54d333fa8054e4ed&amp;amp;playlist=2931d3485f4ab22035ccc8583a7dba1e&amp;amp;vuid=embed" height="327" width="426"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mixwit.com/m.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/marc_herring?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit" src="http://www.mixwit.com/p.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/create?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit make a mixtape" src="http://www.mixwit.com/m.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixwit.com/?e"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mixwit mixtapes" src="http://www.mixwit.com/l.jpg" style="padding: 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTkyMTI3OTcxNzYmcHQ9MTIxOTIxMjg5MTUyMyZwPTE4NDMzMSZkPSZuPSZnPTE=.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-6528287312283429750?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/6528287312283429750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=6528287312283429750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6528287312283429750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6528287312283429750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/08/listen-to-music.html' title='listen. to music.'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-3427586689943449316</id><published>2008-08-11T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:26:31.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh. wow. John. that was big.</title><content type='html'>is anyone else getting really annoyed by the negative, nasally gymnastics announcer.  He never gives any technical clue to what he's talking about. He just says, "oh. that was a mistake," or, "oh. wow. oh. my," with huge pauses in between and never tells us anymore.  My favorites today were, "Gi. Gantic. Number," and "Gymnastics 101. Grab the bar." ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! SHUT UP NASAL MAN! Could somebody please fire this guy? I love watching gymnastics (along with many other events) in these, The Games of the XXIXth Olympiad of the Modern Era, but seriously, I'd have a lot more fun if NBC would fire this guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-3427586689943449316?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/3427586689943449316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=3427586689943449316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3427586689943449316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3427586689943449316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-wow-john-that-was-big.html' title='oh. wow. John. that was big.'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-6058876260586391959</id><published>2008-08-08T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:46:26.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mustaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a mustache brotherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJ01CTJu9xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lqxCUJKaL4E/s1600-h/n186200097_30044447_174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJ01CTJu9xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lqxCUJKaL4E/s320/n186200097_30044447_174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232396655691495186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mustache. it's just a subtle one, nicely trimmed, with a soul patch, you know, to get that artsy flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week during a routine lunch stop at the Great Harvest Bread Co. something that i'm sure has existed since the beginning of time (or maybe since the sixth day of creation) became known to me. I was standing in line waiting to order a sandwich and there was a guy slicing off bread samples for those waiting in line. I heard him saying, "Sir, can a slice you a piece of (fill in the bread of the day)?."  But when he got to me it was, "What can I get you Bro? I called you bro becuase I noticed your mustache and [pointing at his upper lip] i'm trying to get one of those going too.  Is it that simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustache [pointing at me] ?&lt;br /&gt;Mustache [pointing at you]?&lt;br /&gt;Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today...&lt;br /&gt;When i went to send off my scholarship application today (which was way too expensive, cuz I waited till the last minute) something fantastic happened! As I was leaving the parking lot another guy with a mustache was entering. We both had our windows down. We smiled. We nodded. We knew. Brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-6058876260586391959?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/6058876260586391959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=6058876260586391959' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6058876260586391959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/6058876260586391959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/08/mustache-brotherhood.html' title='a mustache brotherhood'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJ01CTJu9xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lqxCUJKaL4E/s72-c/n186200097_30044447_174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-2669535834811251181</id><published>2008-08-08T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:21:03.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Stella...er?</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know, I haven't posted in over a week. Don't worry, I've been both verbally and blogally abused. Part of the reason was I was working on a scholarship application (if you didn't know i'm going to Musicians Institute in LA in the fall). It's a performance scholarship and it required video of me in a few different contexts, one being a solo number. I haven't done that since school...so I dusted off the old jazz chops and here's what you get. Time was limited at the shoot and I needed to mail it off today, so there are some flubs...but hopefully Marcus made me look cool enough that they'll forget that I messed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1494050&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1494050&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1494050?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1494050"&gt;Stela By Starlight&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user464344?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1494050"&gt;Marcus Hackler&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1494050"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/marcushackler.com"&gt;Marcus&lt;/a&gt; for filming this and putting togther the DVD for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-2669535834811251181?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/2669535834811251181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=2669535834811251181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2669535834811251181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/2669535834811251181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/08/stellaer.html' title='Stella...er?'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-3406130253547572035</id><published>2008-07-26T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:40:40.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbor love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>mere mortals?</title><content type='html'>I was reading the other day at my favorite coffee shop (the shop with the biggest pastries!...and some pretty good coffee) and was just smacked upside the face with this passage from C.S. Lewis.  As odd as it my be this is my first Lewis, so...sorry if i'm just way behind.  Something my pastor said tonight reminded me of this.  It comes from the last page of the first chapter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Weight of Glory&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations- these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.  But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit- immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.  This does not mean we are perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously- no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to you senses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few quotes from Pastor Krist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is inconvenient." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would happen if the Church started doing something creative with the Golden Rule?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be better at this neighbor loving stuff.  And by neighbor i mean the people around me at any given point. When i was a kid i loved people.  In elementary school i used to talk to everyone, "be nice" to everyone.  What happened? Well somewhere along the line I started caring what was cool, what I looked like, what other people looked like, what other people could get me...and I lost some of that innocence. I want it back! I want to see people as glorious, precious creations. Lord, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-3406130253547572035?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/3406130253547572035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=3406130253547572035' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3406130253547572035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3406130253547572035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/07/mere-mortals.html' title='mere mortals?'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-1698651523467938742</id><published>2008-07-21T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:56:12.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooh wow, eh, and bleh (this is the throw up sound)</title><content type='html'>I went to see Andrew Bird and Josh Ritter tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow! - I've been into Andrew Bird for a quite a while, and I enjoy him immensely, but it's been a while since I've listened to his  I knew he was great on the violin (i'm pretty sure it's violin, not fiddle. His lines lean more classical than they do blue grass), and his singing is fantastic, or perhaps, croontastic...But what i'd forgotten about was his whistling!...maybe the sexiest whistle i've ever heard.  Whisting, hand claps, violin, all through a loop pedal and then piped through a &lt;a href="http://www.specimenproducts.com/amps/janus_horn.html"&gt;spinning double gramaphon&lt;/a&gt; - amazing...not to mention his great band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh - I'd heard Josh Ritter's name around quite a bit, and someone recommended his album "The Animal Years" to me, to I checked it out.  It's great, cool neo folk vibe to back some stand-up lyrics.  He's got a new one out called "The Historical Conquest of Josh Ritter," which I hadn't heard any of until tonight....I wasn't impressed.  He came out with this big goofy grin on his face, all nervous because he's playing his home state.  Ok, it was kinda cute...for 2 songs maybe...but he was just giddy and cheesin' all night...  The hip textures from the Animal Years turned into some cheesey, straight country and the lyrics? - a little cheese sauce on the side.  Occasionally he played one of the older tunes, which kept me around, but really the only thing he had going for him was this kick-ass bass player.  He was dressed all classy with matching slacks and vest.  To add to his class points he sported some dark horn-rimmed specticals and a big, fat, handlebar mustache, you know, the kind that culrs up on the end....oh yeah and he was a great musician as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh (this is the throw up sound)- When I got home i made myslef a little plate of Nachos ( i know, it's late but I didn't have a chance to eat dinner) and sat down to watch some Conan.  It was a re-run with an uninteresting guest, so I flipped over the the Craig Fergison show to check it out. Ooo, just in time for the musical guest...no namer? well, i'll give 'em a whirl.  NO NO! what is this?&lt;br /&gt;This is what he sang (well something like this, cuz it's late and I was trying to block it out):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;For me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?  This is when I threw up.  Really? If that's what it takes to sell records, I think I could write like 4 a year that would sell and still have to make some real music....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-1698651523467938742?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/1698651523467938742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=1698651523467938742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/1698651523467938742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/1698651523467938742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/07/oooh-wow-eh-and-bleh-this-is-throw-up.html' title='oooh wow, eh, and bleh (this is the throw up sound)'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037458015193246003.post-3611472516357102182</id><published>2008-07-18T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:12:34.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inagural Post</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally caved.  &lt;a href="http://davidsarahdark.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peer pressure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; forever&lt;/a&gt; (check me out! I'm totally linking already!) as my friend David Dark's blog is entitled.  So, without further ado, here is my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't figure out what kind of blog I should have....I'm not funny enough to have a funny blog, not smart enough to have a blow your mind with my insight kind of blog, not a good enough engineer/producer/guitarist/songwriter to have one of those kind off blogs either.  So what you're gonna get is probably a mess of all that: talk of guitar tone, my latest recording venture, my faith journey, the book i'm reading (or that I've read one chapter in and won't read again for another month), the balancing act of life, and what I experienced on my last hand modeling job, probably in this sort of random, tangent filled manor.  It's called Marc's Hands (at least for now) because well, I still think it's funny to make jokes about how I've done some hand modeling (which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; actually true, not that I got paid for it, but still...) and because, on the real, most of the stuff i'll be bloging about will be the work of my hands (kinda cheesy? yes).  If you find anything good here, it's probably something that somebody else already said better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that brilliant introduction you're probably thinking, "wow. really? this guy thinks people are going to read this?"  Yep. That's what i'm thiking too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1037458015193246003-3611472516357102182?l=marcherring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/feeds/3611472516357102182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1037458015193246003&amp;postID=3611472516357102182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3611472516357102182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1037458015193246003/posts/default/3611472516357102182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcherring.blogspot.com/2008/07/inagural-post.html' title='The Inagural Post'/><author><name>marc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291582570882025249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ex0wsrJsljA/SJAFDpkpiNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/82aabK_bXGM/S220/Battlewound.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
