<?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-5628455</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:16:12.129-07:00</updated><category term='Top 10 albums that changed how I approached music (part III)'/><category term='Top 10 albums that changed how I approached music'/><category term='Top 10 albums that changed how I approached music (part II)'/><title type='text'>The Firewheel Project</title><subtitle type='html'>Proud supporter of revisionist history since...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-5077277625106775840</id><published>2010-05-04T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:58:21.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HuhSo I got a bit busy, and haven't had a chance to actually sit down and do some good tastings of anything recently, so I'm going to recap everything I have tasted recently, basing the reviews on what was going on at that moment.Ancient Age 90 proof - sitting in a kitchen, all I remember is the smell of alcohol.  But hey, it was $12.00.  Need to explore more budget bourbons to find something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5077277625106775840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=5077277625106775840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5077277625106775840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5077277625106775840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/05/huh-so-i-got-bit-busy-and-havent-had.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-115810004419243823</id><published>2010-03-11T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:37:17.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bottle # 4 - Evan Williams Single Barrel (1998)Evan Williams Single Barrel was one of the whiskeys that we tasted at Heaven Hill (along with Elijah Craig 18), and honestly, I don't remember too much about it, apart from thinking it was a decent bourbon.  Not really sure what vintage it was either.However, when I saw a 1998 bottling at my local store, sitting alone on the top shelf, I took a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/115810004419243823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=115810004419243823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115810004419243823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115810004419243823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/03/bottle-4-evan-williams-single-barrel.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-1908722914155642237</id><published>2010-02-17T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:17:49.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kate Bush - Wuthering Heightsdone!-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/1908722914155642237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=1908722914155642237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/1908722914155642237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/1908722914155642237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/02/kate-bush-wuthering-heights-done-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-4720650148497304264</id><published>2010-02-15T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:40:47.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screw this, let's gate that reverb.If you've ever played music with me/talked music with me/slyly scoped out my record collection, you'll know I have a love for 80's music and terrible synth sounds.  I actively enjoy "Cold Wave" music.  I'm weird.  Anyways, my wife hates 80's music.  One time I put on a Kate Bush album on, and she made me turn it off.  Kate Bush! The f*ck!Anyways, this week I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/4720650148497304264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=4720650148497304264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/4720650148497304264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/4720650148497304264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/02/screw-this-lets-gate-that-reverb.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-1815699213057383844</id><published>2010-02-13T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:05:58.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bottle # 3 - Charter 101On Wednesday nights, you can usually find me a my friend Justen's house, hunched over a few MIDI controllers and laptops, making terrible noises.As has become the custom recently, I bring with me a bottle of whiskey to share during our noise-making, dragging Justen (un)willingly into my new hobby.  He's bravely joined me in sampling whatever I pull out of my bag, most of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/1815699213057383844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=1815699213057383844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/1815699213057383844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/1815699213057383844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/02/bottle-3-charter-101-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/S3bWE4EttTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vV-uBNiAX30/s72-c/justice3ez5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-551773521807525529</id><published>2010-02-06T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:17:05.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bottle # 2 - 1792 Ridgemont ReserveI was clued into this bourbon by my friend Chris Smallwood, while driving around Louisville, KY.  My wife and I were in town for a weekend, after having trekked through Mammoth Cave and visited the Heaven Hill &amp; Jim Beam distilleries.  Chris was the only person we knew in town kind enough to show us around and indulge our late night quest for pie.  It also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/551773521807525529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=551773521807525529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/551773521807525529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/551773521807525529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/02/bottle-2-1792-ridgemont-reserve-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/S22tg6Y8bVI/AAAAAAAAACI/J1GTJ6X1hpQ/s72-c/P2060089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-2424991515359040077</id><published>2010-01-22T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:13:22.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Maker's Mark?According to a few of the forums I frequent, and with confirmation from the master distiller himself on the comments section of this post, there's going to be a new expression of Maker's Mark coming out soon.It looks like they're adding toasted oak staves the barrel, and increasing the bottled proof.  Pretty cool, considering the variations of MM  have been really limited (I like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2424991515359040077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=2424991515359040077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/2424991515359040077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/2424991515359040077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-makers-mark-according-to-few-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/S1nqs-rd3cI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ye-c6b298yE/s72-c/makers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-5970392001915770698</id><published>2010-01-12T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:16:09.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next up...Just picked up a bottle of Evan Williams Single Barrel, 1998 Vintage.I'm also looking for 2 bottles that my closest store didn't have:  Old Grandad BIB, &amp; Ancient Age 10 year.  I'll check Frugals next time I'm around there.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5970392001915770698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=5970392001915770698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5970392001915770698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5970392001915770698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/01/next-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-5340061410376499863</id><published>2010-01-06T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:30:32.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bottle # 1 - George Dickel No. 12This is the other Tennessee whiskey.  Jack may get most of the press, but Dickel has a special place in my "bar" (as it's only a shelf in my house, under the plants that got moved inside in the winter...such is the life of living in a small apartment).Made just south of me in Cascade Hollow, near Tullahoma, George Dickel Whisky won me over after a visit to their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5340061410376499863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=5340061410376499863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5340061410376499863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5340061410376499863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/01/bottle-1-george-dickel-no.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/S0VGylqph6I/AAAAAAAAABw/fcA5Pm-69n4/s72-c/P1060066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-5456716153732042702</id><published>2010-01-06T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:42:51.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's going onSo, I re-templated the blog.  I was tired of the black, and since I'm almost 25, I figured I should grow up and stop being so angsty.Also, I'm examining the purpose of this blog, which has skewed towards writing about music and other assorted rantings.  From today onwards, I'm refocusing the scope of this to include a new obsession of mine: Whiskey. Or Whisky, depending on whatever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5456716153732042702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=5456716153732042702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5456716153732042702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5456716153732042702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-going-on-so-i-re-templated-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-2642212899904840533</id><published>2009-11-11T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:02:52.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEST ALBUMS OF 2009For flexing toSo, sometime after I went to North Carolina and ate a giant hush puppy stuffed with pulled pork and slathered in some amazing vinegar based sauce (which, Texas, is nowhere close to being as good as our shit, but still some good shit nevertheless), as well as the best Bojangles chicken biscuits ever, I came to the conclusion that I was getting kind of fat.  I mean,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2642212899904840533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=2642212899904840533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/2642212899904840533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/2642212899904840533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-albums-of-2009-for-flexing-to-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-6791924003389737849</id><published>2009-03-01T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:34:28.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts on being 24 and feeling old.One of my best friends from high school just had a daughter.  There have been other people in my life who have had kids, and I have friends with kids now, but this is the first child that I actually feel like I have an interest or obligation to.  And it's strange.  My friend and I have been apart for nearly 5 years, only seeing each other sporadically, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/6791924003389737849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=6791924003389737849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/6791924003389737849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/6791924003389737849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-on-being-24-and-feeling-old.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-7129305191528128181</id><published>2009-02-22T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:56:59.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Dime Store Keats SongsI had some spare time this weekend, so I recorded 2 songs that don't really fit in with any of the groups that I play with right now, so they became default Dime Store Keats songs, which is what I fancy calling anything that I recorded entirely by myself.Download HereSong 1 - "The Same"Fairly ridiculous Stones type song, with a 80's synth thrown in over the chorus.  Also</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7129305191528128181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=7129305191528128181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/7129305191528128181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/7129305191528128181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-dime-store-keats-songs-i-had-some.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-7757034888282613061</id><published>2009-01-18T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:16:31.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bon IverI spent a year avoiding Bon Iver.  Not through any effort on my part, just a general lack of effort to hear anything by them/him. I didn't want another Iron and Wine. I wasted a year.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7757034888282613061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=7757034888282613061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/7757034888282613061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/7757034888282613061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2009/01/bon-iver-i-spent-year-avoiding-bon-iver.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-535602435692440639</id><published>2008-11-28T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:18:40.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Favorite Albums of 2008Nothing good comes out in December anyways.  Here's looking at you, Killers.5. Brian Militana/Fell Trees - TerritoryFull disclosure - I worked on this 6 song EP, but it's still awesome, and it's ashame it probably won't get the credit it deserves. 4. The Constantines - Kensington HeightsBetter than whatever Bruce Springsteen is putting out these days3. Chet - Fight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/535602435692440639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=535602435692440639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/535602435692440639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/535602435692440639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-albums-of-2008-nothing-good.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-3435923629830785650</id><published>2008-03-03T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:49:50.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Office TunesWhen I landed my current job, I thought it would be cool to have a little iPod speaker thing to enjoy some music as I sat in my cube all day long.  I bought this tiny little iHome, single speaker thing for $50 and deemed it a wise investment, as I would not go insane at work with some smooth jams calming me.  However, this iHome thing apparently only has 2 volumes: Loud and Super-Loud</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/3435923629830785650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=3435923629830785650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/3435923629830785650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/3435923629830785650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2008/03/office-tunes-when-i-landed-my-current.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-1635683326707004753</id><published>2008-02-01T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:33:33.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best E-mail of the Day:Names have been changed to protect the guiltyFrom: Friend 1 Sent: Friday, February 01, 2008 4:21 PMTo: EricI think you will love this. the lead singer of (band) is here today writing. writing with who? try (singer) from the 80's super band hall &amp; oats. they are writing about 20 feet away. this has been the best day ever.On Feb 1, 2008 4:22 PM Eric  wrote:no. way.  can you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/1635683326707004753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=1635683326707004753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/1635683326707004753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/1635683326707004753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-e-mail-of-day-names-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-1757524348748654272</id><published>2008-01-29T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:43:17.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think my dream job, right now, would be to be paid to write a blog about the NBA.  Specifically, a blog about the 1992 Dream Team, but I'll quit being picky.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/1757524348748654272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=1757524348748654272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/1757524348748654272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/1757524348748654272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-my-dream-job-right-now-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-5970935189187707047</id><published>2008-01-23T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:35:32.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9. Sun Kil Moon - Ghosts of the Great HighwayCame After - The Dismemberment Plan, HeartbreakMark Kozelek is the saddest man alive.  Sadder than that guy in American Music Club.  He is so sad, that in Red House Painters debut album, he coined the line "glass on the pavement under my shoe, without you, is all my life amounts to." That is the saddest lyric in the world.  It should come as no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5970935189187707047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=5970935189187707047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5970935189187707047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5970935189187707047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/9.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-5139535952394919547</id><published>2008-01-18T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:25:48.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10 albums that changed how I approached music (part III)'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8. The Dismemberment Plan - Emergency &amp; ICame AfterI discovered this album through a great program called ourTunes.  ourTunes was this software that allowed you to take advantage of the shared-music function of iTunes via the networks on college campuses.  You could basically take any audio file that was listed in a user's iTunes software and download it to your own computer.  It was like napster</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/5139535952394919547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=5139535952394919547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5139535952394919547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/5139535952394919547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/8.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-8546080843175602241</id><published>2008-01-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:43:24.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10 albums that changed how I approached music (part II)'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After posting yesterday afternoon, I went home and re-listened to two of the albums on the list so far, MXPX and Gin Blossoms. I found that Gin Blossoms appeals to me more as a nearly 23 year old than MXPX does, though I did find myself enjoying MXPX, probably based on nostalgia alone. But, on with the list.5. Death Cab For Cutie - We Have the Facts and We're Voting YesCame After: Sigur Ros, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/8546080843175602241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=8546080843175602241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/8546080843175602241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/8546080843175602241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-posting-yesterday-afternoon-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-2755416134950523752</id><published>2008-01-14T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:03:30.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10 albums that changed how I approached music'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't written on here in a meaningful manner in quite some time, due to factors such as work and, eh, generally laziness. With that out of the way, I'm going to try to post more regularly, since I have a lot of free time at my new job. The first thing I'm going to try out is a post on the albums that have changed the way I approached music. Not the best albums, but the ones that made me go, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/2755416134950523752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=2755416134950523752' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/2755416134950523752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/2755416134950523752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-havent-written-on-here-in-meaningful.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-7264899237157540100</id><published>2007-07-05T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:20:38.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've realized...that I spend a lot of the time I'm not at work sitting around in my underwear.  I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not yet.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7264899237157540100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=7264899237157540100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/7264899237157540100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/7264899237157540100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-396326423411899186</id><published>2007-06-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T08:26:24.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FYI...Because I've run into people calling me this week during work, I'm going to list my work schedule on here every week, in a fit of narcisissm, since I believe everyone wants to know this:Week of June 18th-24thMonday: 2:40-11pmTuesday: 1-11pmWednesday: 2:40-11pmThursday: OFFFriday: 2:40-11pmSaturday: 2:40-11pmSunday: OFF-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/396326423411899186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=396326423411899186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/396326423411899186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/396326423411899186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/06/fyi.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-832628807544043593</id><published>2007-06-14T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:21:14.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is nothing better......than the last minute and a half or so of "Won't Get Fooled Again" by the Who.  Listen and understand.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/832628807544043593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=832628807544043593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/832628807544043593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/832628807544043593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-is-nothing-better.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-355682882554453875</id><published>2007-05-21T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:24:38.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pull a curtain on the hurtin'just a terrible lyric I heard at work today. -ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/355682882554453875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=355682882554453875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/355682882554453875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/355682882554453875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/05/pull-curtain-on-hurtin-just-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-265894370543008929</id><published>2007-03-24T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:56:50.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm...So, in my master mixing class today, I realized that while this entire class is about professional mixing techniques and creating slick, wonderful sounding mixes, many, many of the songs that I love are mixed terribly.  Take, for instance, "Sweet-Lovin' Man" by the Magnetic Fields.  Everything has too much reverb, things are swimming around in there, it's muddy sounding, no definition </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/265894370543008929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=265894370543008929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/265894370543008929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/265894370543008929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-4825385701915821688</id><published>2007-02-25T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:49:05.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicole Kidman Scares the Shit Out of Me...I'm at work, and I'm watching the Oscars, for the same logic that I watched the Grammys while a work: someone turned it on and I've been to lazy to turn it off.  Anyways, Nicole Kidman just walked about with that new James Bond guy, and she looks like a scarecrow in a red dress.  Keith Urban must be on some crazy-ass drugs. Wait, the girl who's with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/4825385701915821688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=4825385701915821688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/4825385701915821688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/4825385701915821688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/02/nicole-kidman-scares-shit-out-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-380271164393116634</id><published>2007-02-21T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:02:53.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drrr...My room is a mess of books and papers.  I used to take some pride in keeping it clean, but I don't even feel the urge to do that anymore.  This thesis is getting the best of me.  I don't even like being in my room anymore because I feel like I should be working on it all the time.  All these books surrounding me just don't help the anxiety.  And the research, while going, isn't going in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/380271164393116634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=380271164393116634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/380271164393116634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/380271164393116634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/02/drrr.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-7696440143315574523</id><published>2007-01-17T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:46:49.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmazingSo, Lanzanator, the rapper that I am managing for the Urban Showcase, actually made the live auditions. I can honestly say I was very surprised by this.  Not that he is bad, in fact he's quite funny and calls himself part of the "nerd-core" scene, which basically means he's white and he raps about robots and video games.  But Belmont Showcases are usually the home to more polished acts, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/7696440143315574523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=7696440143315574523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/7696440143315574523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/7696440143315574523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/01/amazing-so-lanzanator-rapper-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-4392426586763382169</id><published>2007-01-14T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:07:38.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the semester begins......and I still haven't done enough work on my thesis.  I've sent out e-mails, I'm just waiting for the inevitable lack of responses.  I have the material I'm working on, so I mean, that's a plus.Speaking of that, it's giving me more trouble than I would have wanted.  Obviously, I'm a novice at mastering, and this is really only my fourth album, working on equipment that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/4392426586763382169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=4392426586763382169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/4392426586763382169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/4392426586763382169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-semester-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-116615050225117434</id><published>2006-12-14T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:41:42.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas break...Just got in the Bird Ensemble's album, so I'm excited to work on that.  Should be a challenge, due to the extreme dynamics and tape hiss, but I'm ready for it.  Gives me a chance to kick start my thesis, also, which is really needed.I'm in Nashville until Saturday, and then I'm back to Columbia for a day, then onto Decatur on the 18th. Holy shit, this album is amazing. Oh man.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/116615050225117434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=116615050225117434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116615050225117434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116615050225117434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-break.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-116496007272020213</id><published>2006-11-30T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:01:12.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Helium?So I downloaded Joanna Newsom's Y's, and you know what, despite everything I've ever read saying that she has a weird voice, it really doesn't sound that strange to me.  Sure, it's not something that the mainstream would latch onto, but I mean, I was really expecting something crazy.  It's not to say that I don't love the album. I do.  I just think she gets a bad rap for her voice.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/116496007272020213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=116496007272020213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116496007272020213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116496007272020213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/11/helium-so-i-downloaded-joanna-newsoms.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-116404879233171498</id><published>2006-11-20T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:53:12.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Improvement!So, here's the song that I worked on for my Recording Engineer class, along with Caleb Williams and Garrett Miller. Rain - The Reed Pittman Band It's long and a large file, as I encoded it at 320/kbps.  I mean, we recorded it at 88.1kHz, I feel like I owe it to the song to encode it that high.  I mastered it this morning, and I was so happy to find that it's probably the best sounding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/116404879233171498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=116404879233171498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116404879233171498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116404879233171498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/11/improvement-so-heres-song-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-116374724122624102</id><published>2006-11-16T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:11:13.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Archives...So I was going through my hard drive, looking at all the old crap that I had recorded, and I came across this gem I did when I was a senior in HS:Again - The Firewheel ProjectI'm proud of this song for a few reasons.1) It's the first song I ever used my banjo on2) It's the first time I programmed decent sounding drums.  Does it matter the pattern stays the same? There's at least one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/116374724122624102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=116374724122624102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116374724122624102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116374724122624102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/11/archives.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-116304189897459878</id><published>2006-11-08T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:11:38.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Modest Mouse! I've been excited to hear new stuff since they added Johnny Marr, and now video and crappy live mp3's are out there.  I've listened to "We've Got Everything," and it seems to pick up on the heals of Good News with that disco type beat and lilting guitar lead.  I've heard some "complaining " about their new material having a Smiths type feel to it...but that has to be expected as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/116304189897459878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=116304189897459878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116304189897459878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116304189897459878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-modest-mouse-ive-been-excited-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-116222668869503287</id><published>2006-10-30T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:44:48.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm getting really tired...Of this hot weather.  It's nearly November.  I want to be cold.   Thankfully, I think it will start cooling down this week. Also, I love Public Enemy.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/116222668869503287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=116222668869503287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116222668869503287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116222668869503287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-getting-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-116190365506761412</id><published>2006-10-26T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:05:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIRST POST IN A LONG TIMESo, I have to write a letter to the Honors Council telling them why I believe their objections to my Thesis Prospectus are basically retarded.  Here's what I wrote the first time:Finally, the last concern deals with “whether your study would have any audience outside of highly trained engineers who care about the issue.”  I absolutely fail to see the relevance of this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/116190365506761412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=116190365506761412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116190365506761412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/116190365506761412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-post-in-long-time-so-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-115682477710857288</id><published>2006-08-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:12:57.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where has my life gone?Why the hell am I senior?  It seemed like it took forever to be a senior in HS, and now I'm less than a year away from being done with my higher education. And basically, I feel like I am in no way ready to be a contributing member of society, let alone leave the comforting confines of academia, where I have no real responsibilities and too much free time.  I'm sure this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/115682477710857288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=115682477710857288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115682477710857288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115682477710857288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-has-my-life-gone-why-hell-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-115478981231733828</id><published>2006-08-05T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T07:56:52.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...I only have one week left in my internship at Georgetown.  It's not exactly how I pictured it would be, but it's not a total waste of time either, as I've learned how a mastering studio operates, a subject of which I was in the complete dark about before this started.  And I have learned a few valuable tricks, so it's not all been lost.  School kicks back up in a little more than 2 weeks, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/115478981231733828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=115478981231733828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115478981231733828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115478981231733828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-115366464549044773</id><published>2006-07-23T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:24:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disco, Disco...So last night's Disco Arts and Crafts Collective show was a huge success, so thanks to everyone who came out to the Love Joy House and got down with us.  Sadly, it will probably be our last show for quite a while since Sam is moving to NYC and I'll be staying in Nashville, but at least we got to do it one time before she left.  Laura videotaped it for us, so hopefully I'll get my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/115366464549044773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=115366464549044773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115366464549044773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115366464549044773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/07/disco-disco.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-115197061844028539</id><published>2006-07-03T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:50:18.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F*CK!So the microwave at work is broken, and I'm stuck here for 8 hours with only a bag of M&amp;M's to eat.  Glad I bought those microwavable pasta things to eat for dinner. -ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/115197061844028539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=115197061844028539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115197061844028539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115197061844028539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/07/fck-so-microwave-at-work-is-broken-and.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-115171309046914177</id><published>2006-06-30T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:18:10.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>America...I have just experienced my first nosebleed...ever.  I am sitting at work, watching Law and Order (gotta love working for Belmont), and my nose just decided to bleed.  I was pretty amazed and excited.  I had to look up how to stop it on the internet (pinching the nostril works wonders).  Whoo!-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/115171309046914177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=115171309046914177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115171309046914177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115171309046914177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/06/america.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-115093801693246068</id><published>2006-06-21T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:00:16.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.pandora.comGod, I'd forgotten how boring it is working at RCA B.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/115093801693246068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=115093801693246068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115093801693246068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115093801693246068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/06/www.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-115092930511778543</id><published>2006-06-21T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:35:05.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did You Know...That the tops of UPS trucks are not painted brown?  In fact, they are white.  You would know this too if you worked on a 2nd floor studio and had ample access to a window.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/115092930511778543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=115092930511778543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115092930511778543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/115092930511778543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114989205715368780</id><published>2006-06-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:27:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Night......staffing at the vaunted CMB studios.  So far, I figured out how to mount the drive on the RADAR.  Funny how this is shit they negelect to teach us in any class, or even when we do our evaluations.  But I figured it out, by God. -ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114989205715368780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114989205715368780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114989205715368780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114989205715368780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-night.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114891494156492897</id><published>2006-05-29T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:58:48.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Experiment...This week, I will attempt to spend no more than $25. This does not factor in how much gas I go through, as it's already in my tank. So, I will keep a running tally of how much I have spent, starting today, May 29th, and going through to June 3rd. I think Friday and Saturday will be the deal breaker, but if I can keep it within $10 during the week...I can splurge a bit on the weekend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114891494156492897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114891494156492897' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114891494156492897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114891494156492897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/05/experiment.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114851326488226039</id><published>2006-05-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T16:27:44.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scooby Doo Mac and Cheese and wine...The dinner of champions.  Or a poor intern.  You choose.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114851326488226039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114851326488226039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114851326488226039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114851326488226039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/05/scooby-doo-mac-and-cheese-and-wine.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114790473347213298</id><published>2006-05-17T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:25:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Internship, Day 2...So, after settling in as cleaning boy/message taker,  I'm hoping I get some more observation in at the studio.  But today, Carolyn DAWN Johnson (as she always introduced herself as), was in, listening to her album w/ Andrew, and her "too old to try to act cool, but still dresses like he wants to be 20" manager was there too.  But what I gathered from that thing was this: I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114790473347213298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114790473347213298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114790473347213298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114790473347213298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/05/internship-day-2.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114676309542194133</id><published>2006-05-04T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:18:15.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh No! Oh My!I'm really loving this song right now...I Love You All The Time - Oh No! Oh My!They're playing at Reverb Media on Sunday night around 9pm, and I think Bryan is looking into signing them.  I plan on being there, and you, the large audience of this blog, should be there too.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114676309542194133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114676309542194133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114676309542194133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114676309542194133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-no-oh-my-im-really-loving-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114649685613371299</id><published>2006-05-01T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T08:20:56.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How...does a guy who looks like a bald Lil' Kim throw down on the Spurs?  This needs to stop.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114649685613371299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114649685613371299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114649685613371299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114649685613371299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/05/how.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114583954991369619</id><published>2006-04-23T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:45:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I get a hell yeah...For Fiesta in San Antonio?There's this one incident that will stick with me forever about Fiesta, and King Antonio. It happened when I was probably in 2nd or 3rd grade. We were all sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch, and for those unfamiliar with the SMH cafeteria, it was glass all the way around so that you could see everything that was happening around the campus. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114583954991369619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114583954991369619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114583954991369619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114583954991369619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-i-get-hell-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114576621375505034</id><published>2006-04-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:23:33.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange...I saw this:...on my way to work tonight.  There were actually two of them.  Apparently, they are called "Tall Bikes," because that's what I searched for and I came up with these pictures.  I really don't understand them.  Wouldn't it hurt like hell to fall off one of these things?  Do you just jump off? I would think it would be a pain to dismount or even get on. Is this like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114576621375505034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114576621375505034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114576621375505034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114576621375505034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/04/strange.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114564559965792268</id><published>2006-04-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:53:19.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disturbing News...Admittedly, I haven't been to a San Antonio Missions game since 2002, but apparently they now have another mascot to go along with Henry The Puffy Taco. His name is Ballapeno, and he looks like this:I really don't remember this guy being at the games. It was all about Henry and how he would get tackled by the kids before he could reach home plate between innings. Henry was f*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114564559965792268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114564559965792268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114564559965792268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114564559965792268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/04/disturbing-news.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114548552372398461</id><published>2006-04-19T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:25:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and this...  Index for Free, Comprehensive Audio and Video Course</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114548552372398461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114548552372398461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114548552372398461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114548552372398461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114540893303268539</id><published>2006-04-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:08:53.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't forget this, erichttp://www.bostonnoise.org/cgi-bin/yabb/YaBB.cgi?board=labels;action=display;num=1024454509</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114540893303268539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114540893303268539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114540893303268539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114540893303268539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-forget-this-eric-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114487130618742058</id><published>2006-04-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:48:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't believe...that there is any worse collection of sympathetic frequencies masquarading as musical expression than that damn James Blunt song.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114487130618742058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114487130618742058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114487130618742058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114487130618742058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114429931687039282</id><published>2006-04-05T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:55:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now gather around, and check this shit out...So I'm at this position where I sort of know what I want my senior thesis to be about, but not exactly what it is.  In the broad sense, it is about mastering, but what about mastering?  My original idea was to do a study of the rising "loudness" of masters in the past 2 decades, starting with vinyl releases, comparing them to original CD remasters in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114429931687039282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114429931687039282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114429931687039282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114429931687039282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-gather-around-and-check-this-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114334941498008330</id><published>2006-03-25T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:03:34.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love you to the max.So, since it seems that Kory is banging the entire 20 and under female population of Prestonburg, KY this month, I keep meeting these girls (who are always blond) under the same circumstances, which is me, sitting on the couch, watching something like 'Real World" or "Sportscenter."  This weekend, I've seen this one girl probably 4 times,  and three of them have found me in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114334941498008330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114334941498008330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114334941498008330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114334941498008330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-you-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114299253452358521</id><published>2006-03-21T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:55:34.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you can't beat them...Colts signed Adam Vinatieri, and got rid of that Vanderjadt fool.  Hallelujah.http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/news?slug=ap-colts-vinatieri&amp;prov=ap&amp;type=lgns-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114299253452358521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114299253452358521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114299253452358521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114299253452358521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-cant-beat-them.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114274988294417187</id><published>2006-03-18T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:31:22.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I...have a hour left at work, and I've run out of websites to go to.  Tetris time.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114274988294417187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114274988294417187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114274988294417187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114274988294417187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/03/i.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114249180668060872</id><published>2006-03-15T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:52:46.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seriously Dad, wtf...I got this e-mail from my dad this morning:I am now undefeated as a coach of junior high soccer. I am 1-0. We beat Hickman County yesterday evening 3-1. One great goal, one gift off an opposing defenseman, and a PK because the goalie tripped one of our players going after a ball. The game was in Centerville(aka Grinder's Switch, home of Minnie Pearl one of your alums.) There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114249180668060872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114249180668060872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114249180668060872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114249180668060872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/03/seriously-dad-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114238805510575447</id><published>2006-03-14T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:00:55.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest...I do believe I would like to read that again, as I used it as a basis for one of my Analytics exams.  Also, my Simon and Garfunkel example was greeted with joy, not confusion, as I suspected might happen.  I simply cannot write an essay without some ridiculous pop culture analogy.  But hey, that's what makes life fun, huh?-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114238805510575447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114238805510575447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114238805510575447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114238805510575447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114113949359484073</id><published>2006-02-28T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:11:33.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Survived!So I survived my two tests on Monday, hopefully passed them too.  We'll see.  A few more days until spring break, which will be a whole lot of needed nothingness.  Talked to Viking about maybe living in his house, and he said there might be room, so that's a good thing, because I need to solidify this living situation thing soon, as well as searching for a job and an internship.  I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114113949359484073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114113949359484073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114113949359484073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114113949359484073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/02/survived-so-i-survived-my-two-tests-on.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114081905077632750</id><published>2006-02-24T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:10:50.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sigh...So it's been a while since I've written anything of substance, and for that I am truly sorry.  This is going to be the weekend/Monday from hell.  Class until5 ish on Saturday, and work until 1:30.  Then on Sunday, we have a session booked from 10am-10pm at Ocean Way, but hopefully it won't last that long.  And of course, on Monday, I have two huge tests in Analytics and Maintainence which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114081905077632750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114081905077632750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114081905077632750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114081905077632750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-114006962926063813</id><published>2006-02-15T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:00:29.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sigur Ros, Ryman Auditorium, 2/14/06So that was amazing.  They started out with the whole shadows on the curtain thing, which I saw a video of prior to the concert, so I waited in eager anticipation for that to happen. We happened to have seats in the very back row of the balcony, but the view wasn't bad at all.   It was ameliorated by seeing that Ben Folds had to sit in the balcony section too, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/114006962926063813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=114006962926063813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114006962926063813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/114006962926063813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigur-ros-ryman-auditorium-21406-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113979710792275958</id><published>2006-02-12T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:18:27.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>( )I get to see Sigur Ros on Tuesday.  Joy abounds.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113979710792275958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113979710792275958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113979710792275958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113979710792275958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-get-to-see-sigur-ros-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113945576252305210</id><published>2006-02-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:29:22.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ballz uses the word "analogous"...Kyle wrote this to the Belmont paper after the Sexy Decoys were written about in it.  Glorious.Dear Vision Editor,In your recent article concerning intermural sports, I was deeplyconcerned to see one glorious dynasty viewed in a bad light.  As theonly graduating member of the Sexy Decoys(tm)Inc I must tell you thatI was extremely displeased with the way you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113945576252305210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113945576252305210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113945576252305210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113945576252305210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/02/ballz-uses-word-analogous.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113935129615743340</id><published>2006-02-07T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:31:01.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Scariest Thing in Illinois...Bonus points for identifying it.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113935129615743340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113935129615743340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113935129615743340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113935129615743340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/02/scariest-thing-in-illinois.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113892049395035523</id><published>2006-02-02T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:48:13.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What...So, in honor of my 21st birthday, my grandfather sent me a bag of old Halloween candy.  That's it.Thanks, Gil.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113892049395035523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113892049395035523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113892049395035523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113892049395035523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/02/what.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113868539185874639</id><published>2006-01-30T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:29:51.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Whole Chicken Tales of Turning 21Today I turned 21.  I can now do everything but rent a car and not pay ridiculous amounts for car insurance.  But yeah, as far as birthdays go, it was a good one.  Nothing really happened until around 5ish, when we all went out to eat at Otter's, and then somehow Tara put Blue Bell ice cream in my freezer w/o me knowing and everyone got to eat the best ice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113868539185874639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113868539185874639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113868539185874639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113868539185874639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/whole-chicken-tales-of-turning-21.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113834128459236689</id><published>2006-01-26T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:54:44.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today...I didn't make my bed. -ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113834128459236689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113834128459236689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113834128459236689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113834128459236689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/today.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113798639302363915</id><published>2006-01-22T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:19:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>$4.98Went to All You Can Eat $4.98 w/ Tara, Ashley, Stuffy, Viking, Amanda, Lauren, and Charles.  It was glorious.  I ate way too much.  Damn you, egg rolls.  Saw Kory absolutely kill on the keytar on Saturday, and his band still did not win the Other Showcase.  What a scam.  I think I want to get his band to do my project for Recording Techniques, but I don't know if they'll be free or not.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113798639302363915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113798639302363915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113798639302363915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113798639302363915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/4.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113777615628456386</id><published>2006-01-20T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:55:56.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gnaahh!http://www.penguinwarehouse.com/I think this for real?  If so, I think we know what I want for my birthday now.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113777615628456386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113777615628456386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113777615628456386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113777615628456386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/gnaahh-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113760171466990050</id><published>2006-01-18T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T08:30:00.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's my cousin!My aunt sent me my little cousin Matthew's 5th grade class picture, and I was so proud of him. Why? Because he's the kid in the front row flashing the little devil horns.Thatta boy. -ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113760171466990050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113760171466990050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113760171466990050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113760171466990050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-my-cousin-my-aunt-sent-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113751819811861183</id><published>2006-01-17T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:16:38.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And yes, I have been drinking...So just when I didn't really think I needed another folky singer/songwriter in my life, I hear this song by Paul Duncan.  It's pretty perfect for rainy Nashville days.Paul Duncan - Oil In The Fields-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113751819811861183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113751819811861183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113751819811861183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113751819811861183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-yes-i-have-been-drinking.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113750887313956358</id><published>2006-01-17T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:41:13.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BANNED...You know what should be banned from society?  Women wearing pink velour jumpsuits, anywhere and ever.  Actually, jumpsuits in general.  Let's just agree on this and be friends.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113750887313956358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113750887313956358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113750887313956358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113750887313956358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/banned.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113708852587511022</id><published>2006-01-12T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:55:25.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the middle of the day, and my phone is ringing...I've been listening to this song since break began, and it's pretty freaking awesome.The Changes - When I WakeFirst day of classes came and went, nothing too exciting. -ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113708852587511022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113708852587511022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113708852587511022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113708852587511022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-middle-of-day-and-my-phone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113699426951846288</id><published>2006-01-11T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:43:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Secret MachinesThis came on randomly on my iTunes "party shuffle," and I remembered how much I loved it.  Enjoy.The Secret Machines - Sad and LonelyP.S. Here's a link to Ben Gibbard's solo performance of (This Is) The Dream of Evan And Chan-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113699426951846288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113699426951846288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113699426951846288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113699426951846288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/secret-machines-this-came-on-randomly.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113683399992993638</id><published>2006-01-09T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:13:19.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Winter Break EPSo here's the entire creative output of my winter break, some ok, some terrible.  Some songs need explaination, and all need excuses.  First off, I can't sing.  Most obviously in my Pedro the Lion cover intro (and countless other instances).  The one called "Someday" I recorded 2 years ago, but never mixed it or anything and basically forgot about it until this break when I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113683399992993638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113683399992993638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113683399992993638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113683399992993638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-break-ep-so-heres-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113660438045024353</id><published>2006-01-06T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:26:20.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Girls Are Looking So Good...And it's my last day in Columbia! Accomplished a few things on my list (I mean, we can't expect me to finish it all, right?), and didn't go insane, amazingly.  Back to Nashville tomorrow, gonna see Page France w/ Sam @ the Muse, that should be a blast.  Ok, enough! Sleep!-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113660438045024353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113660438045024353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113660438045024353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113660438045024353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/our-girls-are-looking-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113651734869555601</id><published>2006-01-05T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:15:48.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooray for CBSThe TV I have at home gets exactly one channel clearly, and that is CBS.  So that means that I ingest a good quanity of CSI and its ilk.  As I watched my doubleheader of CSI tonight, I noticed something that really started to piss me off:  NO ONE EVER TURNS ON THE LIGHTS.Am I to believe that these people live their entire lives in the dark?  Like, when they go into a house, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113651734869555601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113651734869555601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113651734869555601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113651734869555601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/hooray-for-cbs-tv-i-have-at-home-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113643271374227342</id><published>2006-01-04T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:45:13.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BragelSo Tara introduced me to the concept of the "bragel," or "breakfast bagel" this past week while I was at her house.  Basically, it's an egg, some bacon, and a bagel.  So I decided to try it out by myself today.  It seems that since I've always only made scrambled eggs, no one informed me that an egg will stick to a skillet. And it will burn.  So unfortunate.  Tomorrow I will correct my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113643271374227342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113643271374227342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113643271374227342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113643271374227342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2006/01/bragel-so-tara-introduced-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113574180567241628</id><published>2005-12-27T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T19:52:11.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My New Dog!adopt your own virtual pet!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113574180567241628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113574180567241628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113574180567241628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113574180567241628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-dog-adopt-your-own-virtual-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113571416422747351</id><published>2005-12-27T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:09:24.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just When I Was Coming to Terms With Religious Institutions...This crap happens.  Read the article, then read what I have to say.So this is just flat out ridiculous.  Ever wanted to just yell out curses in the middle of church, just to shock people into reality?  Maybe that's just me, but I want to do that to this preacher so badly.  This sort of stuff is what angers me so much about The Suburban</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113571416422747351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113571416422747351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113571416422747351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113571416422747351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-when-i-was-coming-to-terms-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113570389353232353</id><published>2005-12-27T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:18:13.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Road Trip!So I don't know exactly how this is going to turn out, but hopefully I'm leaving tomorrow, headed for somewhere North.  The main objective is to be in Decatur on the 30th.  What happens in the two days prior to that is kinda up in the air.  Anyways, anyone have any good driving music suggestions?-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113570389353232353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113570389353232353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113570389353232353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113570389353232353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/road-trip-so-i-dont-know-exactly-how.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113554590094158737</id><published>2005-12-25T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:25:00.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...Maybe I was a bit overly cynical on the last post, but I do think some of my statements are valid.  Anyways, Christmas has come and gone, and all in all today wasn't too bad.  My mom bought me a new wallet, but she bought an eel skin one, so it's all shiny and looks like something a pimp would use.  So I talked my dad into trading with me.  Sorry, Dad.  They also got me that book by Bob Katz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113554590094158737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113554590094158737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113554590094158737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113554590094158737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113545209428687603</id><published>2005-12-24T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:21:34.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Eve...There's this part of me that has to wrestle with the fact that I might indeed be an uncaring jerk, especially around the holidays.  I really don't know what my problem is, but I think it might stem from the fact that I'm stuck here in Columbia without much interaction with people that I like, and that in turn, coupled with the sense of utter boredom, makes this quite an unpleasent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113545209428687603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113545209428687603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113545209428687603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113545209428687603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113527052891814359</id><published>2005-12-22T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:55:28.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Albums of 2005...According to me.  I make no apologies.15. Ryan Adams &amp; The Cardinals – Cold Roses – Never thought I would enjoy a post Whiskeytown Adam’s album, but this is surprisingly awesome.  Better than the Jacksonville City Nights album because he doesn’t seem like he’s trying, which is a welcome change of pace. 14. The Russian Futurists – Our Thickness – That reverb that guy uses, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113527052891814359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113527052891814359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113527052891814359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113527052891814359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-albums-of-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113519890175357467</id><published>2005-12-21T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:01:41.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it...That whenever I have a dentist appointment coming up, I brush my teeth about 50 times more than I usually do, thinking that all this concentrated dental care will make up for my lack of it the past year?  Maybe, just maybe, I'll fool them tomorrow.Do I floss?  Why, yes, yes Miss Dental Assistant, I have been flossing, can't you tell?Oh, of course sir, it looks like you've been doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113519890175357467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113519890175357467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113519890175357467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113519890175357467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113504741871210000</id><published>2005-12-19T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:56:58.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing Up...Guys,  ever had that moment when you think that maybe you're actually becoming a competent man?  Where you take a look at yourself and are like, hell yeah, I can take on the world! Bring me the newspaper!  I want to watch the News Hour with Jim Lehrer! 9 to freaking 5!  It usually occurs when you do something that the world deems "manly," like fix something.  Or eat a whole lot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113504741871210000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113504741871210000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113504741871210000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113504741871210000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/growing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113491896724629406</id><published>2005-12-18T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T07:16:07.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goals...I've accomplished too many things, way too fast.  I seriously need to slow down.  I started working out, built a cable to connect my computer to the RCA inputs on my stereo, fixed my car cd player, started reading All The Kings Men, and, the absolute highlight, bought a sweet bathrobe for $4 at Goodwill.  This stuff was supposed to last me at least 4-5 days.  I'm going to run out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113491896724629406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113491896724629406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113491896724629406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113491896724629406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/goals.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113470203448669413</id><published>2005-12-15T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:03:33.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dynamics... Reference thisThis topic has been bothering me for a while, and is of great interest to me due to my desire to be a mastering engineer. The article is an interview with top mastering engineers about the lack of dynamic range in today's music. Particulary in today's recording environment, there is pressure to make things as loud as possible, pushing the 0dBfs to its limits, resulting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113470203448669413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113470203448669413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113470203448669413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113470203448669413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/dynamics.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113467986279914374</id><published>2005-12-15T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:51:02.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I Want To Do Over Break: The List   Mount the speakers on the wall   Figure out how to hook up my DVD player to that old TV   Write a decent song   Fix my car cd player/install a new one if that fails   Read All The Kings Men, as recommended by Ashley Strosnider   Find a good coffee place, or at least some diner where I can just sit and drink black coffee and read   Practice the violin   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113467986279914374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113467986279914374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113467986279914374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113467986279914374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-i-want-to-do-over-break-list.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113452836131640878</id><published>2005-12-13T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:46:01.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um...You think Jesus would have found a better instrument to watch over, like a Rhodes Piano. I mean, he's the Son of God, he should use better judgement.Moral of the Picture: When people try to portray Jesus, he generally ends up looking creepy.  No more, please.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113452836131640878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113452836131640878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113452836131640878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113452836131640878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/um.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113452486259164016</id><published>2005-12-13T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:50:24.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creating vs. Documenting...I came across this article on the EQ website, an interview with Howard Bilerman, the engineer for Godspeed You! Black Emporer and the Arcade Fire. At the bottom of the page where the main interview concludes, Bilerman says,"I I think we need to move back to a place where going into a recording studio is more about documenting, rather than creating. . . . If you take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113452486259164016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113452486259164016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113452486259164016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113452486259164016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/creating-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113440438005486558</id><published>2005-12-12T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:19:40.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ideas...I need some things to occupy my time while I'm in Columbia over the break, so if anyone has ideas of things that I can do, let me know.  I've already decided I would read books.  But I need something else, ok?  I can only handle the hateful stares of the Maury Co. librarians for so long.  Maybe I'll write a song?  Give me subject matter and I will write one for you.  Really, people, it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113440438005486558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113440438005486558' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113440438005486558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113440438005486558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113424992613769920</id><published>2005-12-10T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:25:26.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three Cheers...  For inheriting socks in the laundry room.-ed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113424992613769920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113424992613769920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113424992613769920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113424992613769920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/three-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113414024478773572</id><published>2005-12-09T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T06:57:24.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best Songs of 2005I'm just going to assume that I will hear no other good songs between now and 2006 and go ahead and post this. 1. "Sugar, We're Going Down" - Fall Out Boy:  I wrote about this a week or so ago.  Basically, it has the best chorus of the year, despite my total lack of knowledge of the subject matter.  Plus I saw the video, and it has a guy in deer horns.  2. "I'll Believe in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113414024478773572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113414024478773572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113414024478773572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113414024478773572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-songs-of-2005-im-just-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628455.post-113405581695149057</id><published>2005-12-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T07:41:50.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling a bit daring....I'll upload some more fun music that I recorded this summer. This was the original incarnation of the "Cigars" short story (http://paxford.blogspot.com), I just used cigarettes because it sounded better, lol. The bass is too loud, but it was one of those instances where I had to mix down b/c my computer was threatening to shut down on me and I never bothered fooling w/ it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/feeds/113405581695149057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5628455&amp;postID=113405581695149057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113405581695149057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628455/posts/default/113405581695149057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firewheel.blogspot.com/2005/12/feeling-bit-daring.html' title=''/><author><name>-ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201967459659207119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KsCcurSlyWg/R4wkO0_OStI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3sGpIEbTX74/S220/DSC_3882.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
