<?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-14531270</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:02:30.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kmf</title><subtitle type='html'>********************************************************</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KMF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765810396836046736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZnnVB9QIAx0/SCWx0PYSVvI/AAAAAAAAABc/dZCbwH2abBY/S220/han+solo+kmf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-1851637340835098231</id><published>2008-05-09T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:46.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw Yourself as a Teen- Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnnVB9QIAx0/SCUf9PYSVpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eef-zmiYOfI/s1600-h/img018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnnVB9QIAx0/SCUf9PYSVpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eef-zmiYOfI/s400/img018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198596481829983890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HT to: http:&lt;a href="http://davario.livejournal.com/30861.html"&gt;//davario.livejournal.com/30861.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-1851637340835098231?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/1851637340835098231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=1851637340835098231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/1851637340835098231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/1851637340835098231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2008/05/draw-yourself-as-teen-meme.html' title='Draw Yourself as a Teen- Meme'/><author><name>KMF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765810396836046736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZnnVB9QIAx0/SCWx0PYSVvI/AAAAAAAAABc/dZCbwH2abBY/S220/han+solo+kmf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnnVB9QIAx0/SCUf9PYSVpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eef-zmiYOfI/s72-c/img018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-7279416025523004327</id><published>2006-10-13T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:07:05.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guts/glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6854/1773/1600/hunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6854/1773/400/hunting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I don't mean to get all Psalm 139 on you, but that's all I've got right now.  We went antelope hunting-as is the annual tradition- and it was spiritually uplifting like it normally is.  But something different happened this year.  You know after you bag your animal you have to-you know-take it apart and stuff?  Well, as I was butchering it I realized that I had been thinking about how amazing God is.  You know He designed us and built us...but that's too easy to say.  I mean we are very, very complex.  I don't know if you've ever turned an animal into food before, but:  WOW, living creatures are put together really well.  -And we are even more complex than antelope!  So I was just in a trance...I was all "I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made...even this animal is fearfully and wonderfully made!"  So even though I don't know His works full well, I do know full well that His works are WONDERFUL.  So from guts to hide and from membranes to tendons...this process will never be the same for me again.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing:  my son is so cool.  He really is a trooper!  He kept his spirits up even after miles and miles of tromping up and down hills and through streams and over fields...He impressed me again this year-maybe even more than last year.  -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-7279416025523004327?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/7279416025523004327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=7279416025523004327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/7279416025523004327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/7279416025523004327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/10/gutsglory.html' title='guts/glory'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-115872286213839311</id><published>2006-09-19T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:12:03.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/a%20collision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/320/a%20collision.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, okay! You and I both know that "Common One" could never actually be replaced -but, look out, Mr. Morrison, here comes David Crowder. I'm serious. You know how "Common One" hits you and carries you and all that other not-describable-with-words kind of stuff? Well, pleased to meet "A Collision"-your next ride into personal-time-in-worship-world. This album is great to enjoy with other people, but before long you'll figure out that you've been lost in some sort of prelude-to-Heaven-land, and that you've left those other people behind. It's not like my 'planet Bowie' (or its equal: 'planet Radiohead') theory. -Because this one is about God, and living to praise Him. You can kind of pick out a few songs, but this is an ALBUM much more than a collection of mere songs. I need to listen to this album more. So do you. So does Van Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, Yes, I already DO call this guy a genius!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-115872286213839311?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/115872286213839311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=115872286213839311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115872286213839311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115872286213839311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/09/brand-new-van.html' title='A Brand New Van'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-115829086078387439</id><published>2006-09-14T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:27:40.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelight festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/concert%20keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/320/concert%20keith.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a pic of me and my wife at lifelight...those security guards are really good spontaneous photographers.  Also, you can't really see them, but our kids are there, too-getting squashed against the barricade.  We got turned away on Friday night because the rain had washed out so much parking, but we made it there in time on Saturday to catch Superchic[k].  I don't know if you can tell in the picture, but they rocked my face off!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-115829086078387439?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/115829086078387439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=115829086078387439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115829086078387439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115829086078387439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/09/lifelight-festival.html' title='Lifelight festival'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-115647646139810353</id><published>2006-08-24T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:27:41.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You take my place after all you are my son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/absalom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/320/absalom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me forever this time, but it was well worth the wait.  I've been reading Absalom, Absalom (Faulkner, of course) for, like, the whole summer.  People always think that when I pick up a book, it must be time for them to talk to me.  They just won't let me be!  But maybe this time it was good-so I could savor every three-page-paragraph.  WOW.  I'm so serious--this is absolutely my favorite novel.  Not to mention(although I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; mentioning it) so many songs that the book triggers ("dressed in silk and flavored milk/ bred in bone and finely honed/ to sell what we/always sell what we can't own.")...anyway, read it.  And if you've already read it:  good, now read it again, but this time with meaning.-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-115647646139810353?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/115647646139810353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=115647646139810353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115647646139810353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115647646139810353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-take-my-place-after-all-you-are-my.html' title='You take my place after all you are my son'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-115586720487638860</id><published>2006-08-17T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:16:32.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/shonen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/320/shonen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, every day I check the same websites as a sort of ritual, I guess. First and foremost is the weather (because it is the most relevant), then it's on to other things like other blogs, and then a nearby junkyard to check whatever wrecked cars they just got. You know...soothing times on the internet. One more on-line stop I make is:  drawn.ca - an illustration blog. Today when I checked it the first image that came up was this SWEET gig poster for one of my all-time-favorite rock bands: Shonen Knife. Wow. That's all I can say...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; band was on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;  site.  I know -in particular- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wife is going to love this!  -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-115586720487638860?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/115586720487638860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=115586720487638860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115586720487638860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115586720487638860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/08/coincide.html' title='Coincide'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-115568783921670557</id><published>2006-08-15T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:37:17.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride Doth Swell A Father's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/chef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/320/chef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so maybe you know what 4-H is and maybe you don't.  But my son is a member in it and that means that he has to do, like, two demonstrations a year.  The time came for him to do his next one and (as anyone with concern for the seasons would) he decided to make fresh salsa.  He did his thing, then it was time for Q &amp; A.  People commented on how amazing the salsa tasted (of course it does--it's my wife's recipe);  they were first concerned about it being too hot for them (our kids are probably jaded to a point on that);  they asked him what else he cooks or prepares at home;  and so-on and so-forth.  Until -here's the good part- they were commenting on how well he handles a knife.  When I heard that I nearly bursted at the seams.  Someone there said that if they tried to cut like that, they'd probably cut off their fingers.  He is my boy, my son.  Sure, we do some chopping at home, and we always make him cut his own (and his sisters') food.  But what I think is truly the best teaching tool is the hours we've spent watching "Iron Chef" together.  My son, the torch is passed.  I am still beaming a day later. -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-115568783921670557?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/115568783921670557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=115568783921670557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115568783921670557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115568783921670557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/08/pride-doth-swell-fathers-heart.html' title='Pride Doth Swell A Father&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-115482600250328483</id><published>2006-08-05T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:00:02.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way That Young Lovers Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/backseat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/400/backseat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...last weekend the greatest thing happened.  The air-conditioner's drain tube in our friends' car got clogged.  It was pretty hot on the night we had planned to go into town, so we had to have our windows down.  We had an incredible dinner at Sushi Masa; then went for coffee; then to 'Falls Park' to watch some goofy light/history show-terribly corny--but extremely fun; then to McDonald's (we needed ice cream and it was on the way out of town).  By then it was dark out.  So that's the setting--I'd thought the dinner would be the climax of the evening.  We opted not to take the interstate home.  So many things added up to create the best-experience-I've-had-in-a-long-time.  Our friends were in the front seat (of a sweet, mid-ninties Accord-if you must know [I know I'd want to know]) and my wife and I were in the back.  They were showing us how cool their new XM radio was, the a/c was un-usable, the windows were down, it was dark.  We were boyfriend and girlfriend in the backseat.  It was perfect enough just to sit with eachother in the dark wind and music.  It filled something in my soul.  Some giant part of our past that we hadn't noticed was anything-much less that it could be gone-was unexpectedly unleashed on us.  It was great...it was mutual.  It was exactly what our marriage needed.  So thanks to Darrin and April for their part; and thanks to God for orchestrating so many things so well!  -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-115482600250328483?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/115482600250328483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=115482600250328483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115482600250328483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115482600250328483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/08/way-that-young-lovers-do.html' title='The Way That Young Lovers Do'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-115336810543843692</id><published>2006-07-19T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:01:45.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Twist</title><content type='html'>Twenty-one years ago I heard an idea suggested.  Carrying it out required far more courage than I could spare.  The idea nestled itself in my psyche as unsurmountable, but it still demanded reckoning...it might have been my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everest.&lt;/span&gt;  So the other day at the pool I was doing my own thing-all the tricks I keep in my repetoire-and I was kind of goofing around with this Native teenager...you know:  dares, bets, swapping of tips.  Then suddenly I saw him atop my Everest.  That's right-he did a gainer.  He looked like (almost exactly like)coffee being poured from a carafe.  Then he got out of the water and told me matter-of-factly that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; that I could do it if I would try.  I realized that-at the very worst-I would flop ( back or belly, who knows...who cares)and it would hurt only for a few seconds.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait a minute:  a few seconds of stinging has held me back for twenty-one years!?&lt;/span&gt;  This was inspiring, this was embarassing...Plus, the kid looked like coffee--what could be more obvious?!  This was my time.  So I did it.  Well, that's over simplified.  I barely eeked out a half gainer, but my second was much stronger-albeit still a half.  The third one, however, is when I accidentally tucked further...resulting in my very first full gainer.  This was big news!!!  So big that I even called my brother to tell him--we had shared it as a goal; I have no idea if he ever achieved it or not.(I just left a message.)  A week has passed since that fateful day and the movment feels totally natural now.  I'm trying to smooth out the stylistic end of it now and actually a gainer takes less breath than my-old-standby:  the One-and-a-half.  "I'm hooked, I'm cooked, I'm smitten, I'm bitten, I'm stuck like glue."  By the way, now I've inspired that kid to try to tuck when he does his gainer.  What comes around goes around.  So, reader, don't be scared "you got to get up, and climb that hill again".  -k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-115336810543843692?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/115336810543843692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=115336810543843692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115336810543843692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115336810543843692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-twist.html' title='A New Twist'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-115179597386902556</id><published>2006-07-01T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:19:33.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that's a certain text</title><content type='html'>You know who's good at making Sonic Youth albums?   I mean, a lot of musicians try to do it, but they only try (some even try hard), they just can't make it.  They can't nail the exhortations, or the dreamy urgency.  There's no undercurrent or push.  I think Sonic Youth doesn't try to make great Sonic Youth albums...they just make music.  -and the natural end result is (often enough)-you guessed it-great Sonic Youth albums.  This new "Rather Ripped" is just as awesome as "Washing Machine" -which, by the way, is the album that first made me realize that Sonic Youth is really good at making Sonic Youth albums.  So...thanks, Darrin, for taking better care of me than I would-by buying it for me!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-115179597386902556?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/115179597386902556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=115179597386902556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115179597386902556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/115179597386902556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-certain-text.html' title='that&apos;s a certain text'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-114446699342566146</id><published>2006-04-07T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:29:53.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying "nay"  to the naysayers</title><content type='html'>OK so my third child--you know, the one who is (pretty much) a carbon copy of me -except she's an adorable girl-saved her money long enough (a feat which none of my others have ever even attempted), and waited patiently enough--sent her ziploc full of bills and coins with me to work on the 4th so that I could buy her "the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe".  We watched it as soon as possible (Tuesday night at about 7:00)and I realized that we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't need to make any comments or comparisons&lt;/span&gt;...It is a great movie that can stand on its own.  I truly believe that when Lucy first steps into Narnia, that it is The Greatest Moment in Movie History.  I'm so glad my Popie saved her hard-earned cash and coaxed me with such passion to get this movie on its first day out.  -what a testimony to its quality! -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-114446699342566146?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/114446699342566146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=114446699342566146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/114446699342566146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/114446699342566146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/04/saying-nay-to-naysayers.html' title='Saying &quot;nay&quot;  to the naysayers'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-113959453885783332</id><published>2006-02-10T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:25:48.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are they now?</title><content type='html'>No doubt you've all been wondering, "what has he done since his riveting portrayal of Jacques Gasstove in the Annual Trent Christmas Play?" Well, here is the short answer: I've let it go to my head. Indeed, I've joined the ranks of The Very Blinginest.--Being the red-blooded subcompact-enthusiast that I am...I've aquired a vintage Festiva. Oh, yes-I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; gone so far over the edge of stardom. I decided to post some photos of it-not to inspire jealousy, but to (quite likely) rouse the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aficianado &lt;/span&gt;in all of you. So, if you will, please note the subtle, yet aggresive styling; the ruthless efficiency of space; the use of the highest-quality materials; and the harmony with which it was all brought together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/2006_0127six0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/400/2006_0127six0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'd like to outline some of the high-end options...&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it have rear defrost,&lt;br /&gt;but also rear wiper, and-of course-rear washer fluid sprayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/2006_0127six0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/400/2006_0127six0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to capture in the photo, but,&lt;br /&gt;YES,  those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; blue headlights.&lt;br /&gt;(Which make such a smug look very excusable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/2006_0127six0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/400/2006_0127six0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what custom ride is complete without:&lt;br /&gt;stickers advertising some special equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/2006_0127six0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/400/2006_0127six0006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not pictured items include:  short throw shifter, new sport suspension,&lt;br /&gt;sporty exhaust note, electric side mirrors--and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.O.W.&lt;br /&gt;My pride and joy:&lt;br /&gt;Body color rims&lt;br /&gt;(up-sized from 12's to 13's for that "pimped-out" look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/2006_0127six0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/400/2006_0127six0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've since added speakers that say "X-Bass" on them&lt;br /&gt;the "X" probably is Roman for "Ten"&lt;br /&gt;which would suggest that they are "maxed out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll -most likely- be getting an ostrich-leather Recaro racing seat&lt;br /&gt;(with the four point harness);&lt;br /&gt;and I'm thinking about upgrading my brakes to 13 inch cross-drilled,&lt;br /&gt;four-caliper Brembos;&lt;br /&gt;and I already have a new clutch plate waiting for install -&lt;br /&gt;on its box it specifies 'performance'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm toying with giving it some body mods, but I don't want to ruin&lt;br /&gt;its raw, aggressive styling--I just can't decide if I should mess with&lt;br /&gt;perfection.&lt;br /&gt;So now you know what Jacques Gasstove has been up to!&lt;br /&gt;And remember the tenth commandment:&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's ride.&lt;br /&gt;-kmf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-113959453885783332?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/113959453885783332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=113959453885783332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113959453885783332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113959453885783332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-are-they-now.html' title='Where are they now?'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-113728747276469504</id><published>2006-01-14T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:11:15.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feels Like The First Time"</title><content type='html'>So...I've never done this before:  a blog survey (thanks, wife!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four jobs you have had in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Printshop helper&lt;br /&gt;2.Janitor&lt;br /&gt;3.Assistant cook at a steakhouse&lt;br /&gt;4.Antique auto body restoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Movies You Could (or have) Watch Over and Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;2.Lord of the Rings (anyone or all three)&lt;br /&gt;3.Bottle Rocket&lt;br /&gt;4.North by Northwest (or any Hitchcock film from that era)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places You Have Lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My brother's basement&lt;br /&gt;2. My first apartment (in Flandreau)&lt;br /&gt;3. A rinky-dink apartment in Brookings&lt;br /&gt;4. My beautiful house that I don't foresee leaving-ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 TV Shows You Love To Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IRON CHEF&lt;br /&gt;2. Twilight Zone (although I don't even know if it's on anymore)&lt;br /&gt;3.HOCKEY&lt;br /&gt;4.umm...either hockey or iron chef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places You Have Been On Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eugene, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;2. Cass Lake, MN&lt;br /&gt;3. Harding County, SD&lt;br /&gt;4. Custer, SD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Websites You Visit Daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. keloland ('gotta check that weather!')&lt;br /&gt;2. lemsauto ('gotta check for good rebuilders!')&lt;br /&gt;3. SgF&lt;br /&gt;4. novocosmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Of Your Favorite Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Coffee- especially from Africa--not roasted too dark&lt;br /&gt;2.Borshch, nalisniki&lt;br /&gt;3.George's Pizza Calzones: spinach, green pepper, gyros, and feta&lt;br /&gt;4.Sushi Masa's Sashimi, California rolls, soup, pork ginger, and Squid&lt;br /&gt;5.Sweets:  cakes, cookies, pies, chocolates...      ....&lt;br /&gt;6.Whatever my wife makes for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Places You Would Rather Be Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picnic Springs Campground, Harding County, SD&lt;br /&gt;2. Oregon coast&lt;br /&gt;3. at the top of a wind tower (preferably one that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; worked on)&lt;br /&gt;4. Laying on the floor under my kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Bloggers You Are Tagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the Jackhammer   &lt;br /&gt;2. I guess I don't really know what it means:  to tag&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-113728747276469504?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/113728747276469504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=113728747276469504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113728747276469504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113728747276469504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2006/01/feels-like-first-time.html' title='&quot;Feels Like The First Time&quot;'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-113436191125401930</id><published>2005-12-11T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:46:33.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being A Good Sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/1600/2005_1211churchplay0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7321/882/400/2005_1211churchplay0012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the past three years I've helped my church's pastor write the Christmas play for the teens to perform. This year was probably the funniest one to date-even the actors got most of the jokes (does that mean we're slipping?). This morning-the DAY of the play-the mother of a teen actor called to say that their whole family was shouting at their shoes (or unswallowing-whichever euphamism you prefer) and-well-long story short: I agreed to fill the role. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; This is out of my league! I mean, I can hardly handle it when I get acknowledged for writing some of it. So anyway, I've been really trying to be a good sport lately, so I guess I played the part of chef (Sous Chef?) Jacques Gasstove. And it was pretty fun...I didn't really have time to memorize my lines, so I taped them to the back of my giant meat cleaver for a cheat sheet. Not that many people came out and told me they noticed, so I guess it worked! What a long, strange trip it's been.-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-113436191125401930?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/113436191125401930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=113436191125401930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113436191125401930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113436191125401930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-being-good-sport.html' title='On Being A Good Sport'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-113331939719542528</id><published>2005-11-29T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:56:37.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You think THAT'S bad!</title><content type='html'>I heard a national radio news spot about our 'big blizzard' and at first, listening, I was all proud of it.  They spoke of snowdrifts eight feet deep and windgusts up to 70mph.  (that's when I was proud)  Then the next thing they said was that the Dakotas "had temperatures down in the lower teens"...good grief!  that blew the whole thing!  That's not even freezing (hardly).  You know, it sounded so impressive until they announced the (almost) tropical temp. we had to endure.  C'mon...save us our airplay for colder times!  Don't try to make us out to be newcomers-to-winter-weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-113331939719542528?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/113331939719542528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=113331939719542528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113331939719542528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113331939719542528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-think-thats-bad.html' title='You think THAT&apos;S bad!'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-113056078044012623</id><published>2005-10-28T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:41:31.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the month of November, some of my work will be at the coffee shop, Coffee 'n Clay, (12th and Phillips) in Sioux Falls, SD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KMF~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-113056078044012623?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/113056078044012623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=113056078044012623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113056078044012623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113056078044012623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/10/show.html' title='Show'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-113038528417404491</id><published>2005-10-26T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:54:44.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check me out!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tk421.net/character/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tk421.net/character/galadriel.jpg" width="172" height="250" style="border-color:#f8f8ff;" border="2" alt="Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm ten times cooler than I thought...I figured I'd be an uruk-or at least an orc!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-113038528417404491?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/113038528417404491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=113038528417404491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113038528417404491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/113038528417404491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/10/check-me-out.html' title='Check me out!!!'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112666008182137964</id><published>2005-09-13T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:08:01.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tenting it and loving it</title><content type='html'>We went camping last weekend with some of the homeschool group (but without our most-fun-friends-of-the-bunch) and it was a blast.  I wonder:  do teenagers who play guitar think that everyone near them wants to hear them a-singin' and a-strummin'?  Like, "that's great, kid, but can't you find your own campfire...we're trying to talk here."  And when the people in the adjacent spot (you know, the ones with the Excursion and the ginormous pull-behind [not pop-up, mind you]camper)say "oh, I remember when WE used to sleep in a tent" I bit my tongue SO HARD to not say "oh, back when you were happy?"  ...Other than those few tiny things, we had a total bast.  Which is cool because we almost didn't go because of financial reasons (food usually costs us WAY too much).  But my smart wife was making a huge pot of stuffed green pepper, and when we dropped off our big, unfriendly-to-strangers-and-even-some-friends dog at my in-laws' house, they gave us a bunch of leftovers and snacks and stuff, too.  So all we had to do was trust that God would somehow provide, and He did.  Our trip only cost us $13 for the campsite.  How awesome is that?!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112666008182137964?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112666008182137964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112666008182137964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112666008182137964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112666008182137964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/09/tenting-it-and-loving-it.html' title='tenting it and loving it'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112563394064266048</id><published>2005-09-01T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:05:40.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's got to give</title><content type='html'>I know...having-this-blog is about the same as not-having-this-blog.  And I suppose that reading-this-blog is about the same as not-reading-it.  Since it never changes, it's got to be terribly boring.  But things have been changing in my world.  God is on the move.  I don't know when it started, but it's been building slowly-even snowballing without me even knowing it.  The first giant step that I realize now was when I agreed to leave the warm confines of my comfort zone and perform 'live drawing' while a friend read a story I wrote in front of loads of local kids.  Then I had that art show.  Then I talked to a manager at a different coffeeshop and she asked me to set up a show there as well.  (So I guess in November I'm having a show at Coffee -n- Clay.)  Since my first show someone has contacted me about buying a piece and possibly commissioning a personal portrait; various people have 'been dropping out of nowhere' with helpful advice and encouragement; God had put me in the right place at the right time to meet up with another guy who I'd heard was interested in buying a piece; and the local newspaper editor stopped at my house to say she'd heard I'd had a show and ask if she could run a story about my stuff.  I hope I can present my case well "blaming" everything on God-who dragged me out of my shell to show what He can do.  What an orchestrator!  He's doing WAY more than we can see.  All I can do is agree and hang on tight and try to enjoy the ride.  It's so subtle and it comes in such waves and it's so invigorating and it's so keith-altering.  Strange stuff...can I have some more?    -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112563394064266048?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112563394064266048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112563394064266048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112563394064266048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112563394064266048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/09/somethings-got-to-give.html' title='Something&apos;s got to give'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112294714767351084</id><published>2005-08-01T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:45:47.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'm an exhibitionist...?</title><content type='html'>So now I have my art in public viewing.  -not that the coffee shop is really all that public.  It's pretty strange for me to have so much of my stuff somewhere-not-in-my-house.  I'm really not that crazy about it.  And I feel like not going there for coffee for the next three weeks.  Except I need to go there with Darrin while he's here.  I think I'll be glad when it's over and I can bring them home again.  So, everyone, head on down there and check out my stuff-chances are you won't see me there!  This is my first exhibition and it feels like my last!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112294714767351084?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112294714767351084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112294714767351084&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112294714767351084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112294714767351084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-guess-im-exhibitionist.html' title='I guess I&apos;m an exhibitionist...?'/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147861199510402</id><published>2005-07-12T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T22:54:28.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last week I realized the truth to those goofy old cliches.  "Don't spend it all in one place."  And even (albeit loosely translated) "a rolling stone gathers no moss".  Yeah...so if you know anything about anything you'd know that I had the week off from work last week.  (With the holiday Monday I actually only missed [I wouldn't exactly say I ~missed~] four days of work.)  I believe I had the greatest vacation I've ever had.  And I give the credit to its (lack of) planning.  Truth be told:  I was always under the impression that a good vacation involves going somewhere for a week or so and seeing all the sights that place has to offer and "all that jazz".  But this time, instead of going to one place for a long time, we went many places for short times.  We didn't put all our hopes and dreams (eggs) into going on some trip(basket) that would fulfill all our vacating desires.  We didn't spend it (our time) all in one place.  It was awesome.  We didn't even tell our kids that we were going to Omaha to the zoo until we woke them up really early on Wednesday and each one asked why they had to get up.  It was SO fun.  We stopped at an old fashioned soda fountain and the Jerk gave us each these goofy paper soda jerk hats.  Anyway...there were WAY too many things that we did to tell in one post -so y'all just have to imagine the great fun we had all over our little chunk of the midwest (not gathering any moss, mind you).-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147861199510402?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147861199510402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147861199510402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147861199510402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147861199510402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-last-week-i-realized-truth-to-those.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147746300234633</id><published>2005-06-09T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:46:54.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today something unusual happened that I never could have anticipated.  I mean:  who (other than Darrin- somehow)in my life would have guessed that it would be possible for me to enjoy something so ...not-of-my-world/bubble.  My heart was racing.  My attention was thoroughly engrossed.  My muscles were taut.  It was like how you get a good hockey game.  But it wasn't hockey.  It wasn't skateboarding.  It was America's favorite pasttime!  What a surprise!  I came home early from work to make it to my kid's game.  It was against Madison's Blue Jays-a notorious bunch (I'd even bet that the kids' parents actually watch baseball on tv with their young-uns).  This team had creamed us every time last season.  But (after winning the first two games) our team seems to have gained some confidence since last year.  This third-in-a-row win even inspired the coach to treat the kids to some impromptu ice cream at 'the Spot'.  I couldn't believe that baseball was moving me!  Our team had fallen behind at the end of the game (8 to 11) when, instead of ending the game, the other team (out of pride and self-assuredness, no doubt) asked if we wanted to play one more inning.  They probably planned to sink us even further.  But, wait a second, something familiar just got kicked in the shorts!  We beat THEM (12 to 11).  WOOOHOOOOO!  Like if you've followed SF59's albums:  something familiar just got kicked in the shorts!  Wham!  12 to 11...I AM the Portuguese Blues!  So eat my dust!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147746300234633?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147746300234633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147746300234633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147746300234633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147746300234633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-something-unusual-happened-that.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147742887002707</id><published>2005-05-14T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:45:53.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/3784/320/Darrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/14/3784/200/Darrin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darrin and Ellie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 1991 our friend Lisa found a song of Miles Davis with the New York Philharmonic-probably from 1969. It was incredible. -And it also sparked a tiny interest of jazz in me. Not too long after that I saw something on TV about Wynton Marsalis and his three volume set of 'Soul Gestures in Southern Blue' (I think is the right name). My friends had all graduated and left me (always the younger one) alone at school. I had planned to become anonymous and invisible--but it didn't happen. Instead-and I'm not sure how- I met this dude who owned these Wynton Marsalis albums. It was strange, because our school had thick lines between the cliques. Just &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; a freak hooked up with a geek is beyond me. (Maybe it's because his geeky friends had also graduated to become geeky college kids. [Whereas my freaky friends graduated to become freaky burnouts, inmates, and college/votech um...freaks.] ) So here we were, in a brave new world and all we had in common was good ol' Wynton. It didn't take long to become affiliated with other freaky geeks, PCs, and other non-popular doofs. But I had no closer bond with any of them than I had with my new friend, Darrin. Darrin, later, went off to college. We wrote to eachother a lot, and he came up to visit quite a bit. He got engaged and, when that dissolved, he came to crash at our place. We were honored to be his 'safe haven'. He would always come to stay with us for a week or so when he had some time. We loved it. Our kids have grown up with him coming and going. He is a permanent fixture in our family. The kids keep asking when Darrin is going to come again. -And we sadly have to tell them that he has a job now and it's not as easy for him to come over. We all miss him. We even named our dog after him. So, anyway, here's to Darrin on his thirtieth birthday! We love you, man!!!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147742887002707?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147742887002707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147742887002707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147742887002707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147742887002707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/05/darrin-and-ellie-back-in-1991-our.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147730604922499</id><published>2005-05-04T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:44:34.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was such a trip!  On my way to work I saw a coyote run across the hi-way in front of me, then it crossed the ditch and jumped the fence.  You should've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; it jump...it was so smooth and easy...so graceful.  -like those wolves on those wolf documentaries!  Then, like a half mile later, there was this pheasant rooster totally strutting his stuff on top of a big rock.  After another short distance, there was a big, fluffy dog playing with something I couldn't see and he was wagging his ginormous tail like a madman.   --but wait, there's more!  As if that wasn't enough...tonight we were at home and my wife asked me what kind of bird was making this obnoxious noise.  I knew I'd heard it before and just guessed it was a starling.  So I got curious and started scanning the big maple in the back yard, and suddenly the bird flew out of the tree and perched on my electric line to my house.  You know what kind of bird it was?  It was my all-time-fave bird in all of God's creation:  the KINGFISHER!  It was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; yard...on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; wire!  I was just freaking out.  I've never seen one perched anywhere other than over water!  My wife was on the phone and hung up on whomever after shouting "it's a kingfisher!" into the poor person's ear.  My entire family shared my excitement.  They care about me enough to care about my (silly, old) favorite bird.  What a family!  What a moment -with us all standing like statues depicting 'awe' in our back window!  -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147730604922499?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147730604922499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147730604922499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147730604922499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147730604922499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-was-such-trip-on-my-way-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147726713763926</id><published>2005-04-28T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:41:20.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did something that I'll probably only ever do one more time (maybe two more).  It meant very little to me, but it &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; make me think in 'tens' instead of just 'ones'.  You know some people make such a big deal out of turning 30, but maybe the 'big-deal-number' gets bigger as the baby boomers get older.  I don't know.  A guy at work said "ya know, thirty is like the new twenty-five".  -Whatever.  But all of a sudden I can think of decades!  Yesterday morning felt more like a "New Year's Day" than any January first ever has for me.  This is all probably just because I've been innoculated to believe that things change when you turn thirty.  What a farse!  So anyway...here's to ten more!  -or thirty more!  -or whatever/however much more!  -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147726713763926?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147726713763926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147726713763926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147726713763926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147726713763926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-i-did-something-that-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147718165137586</id><published>2005-04-01T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:37:31.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I don't have much time to post, 'cause we're going camping for my boy's birthday!  Happy B-Day, KMV!  It's fun to go to the state park this early in the year because there's, like, nobody there.  Let's hope it's the same this year.  -AND our family's good friends, the Gottbihg's, are going camping, too!  So there'll be fun for all:  men, women, girls, and boys (and dogs)  -how cool is that?!  I got my kid a kid's archery set and a new music cd.  He will be pretty stoked to receive both.  AWWW, YEAH!   ...and we're off!-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147718165137586?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147718165137586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147718165137586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147718165137586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147718165137586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-i-dont-have-much-time-to-post-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147711771133661</id><published>2005-03-26T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:48:29.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today counts as an annual holiday at our house.  It doesn't always fall on the-day-before-Easter, and it usually wouldn't happen before April; but TODAY is the-day-we-take-apart&lt;br /&gt;-the-ice-rink.  It isn't because we dislike the ice rink.  It isn't because we regain that huge chunk of yard under it.  It's a holiday because while the plastic liner is drying in the wind, the kids LOVE running under it.  Remember in P.E. when we got to play under that parachute?  It's like that-except bigger, and personally ours, and full of anticipation, and unpredictable due to the wind that blows it into caves, tunnels, and domes.  It was a great time!  And I'm afraid I added to the annual festivities:  we built a log cabin with the wood that framed our ice rink.  I'm sure we'll have to do this every year now, too.  Which is fine-because it's a great way to let the wood dry.  So, anyway, that's today.  -kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147711771133661?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147711771133661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147711771133661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147711771133661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147711771133661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-counts-as-annual-holiday-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147686604020211</id><published>2005-03-26T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:35:40.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I read this story about Owen Wilson's nose, and it -naturally- made me think of "Bottlerocket"-perhaps my favorite movie. That in itself made me think of "Hi-Fidelity" in which John Cusack makes lists of his favorites. And I figured that -since this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a blog- I should post a list of my own. Anyone who's known me for a while already knows all this about me, but &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; is the point of having a blog anyway... So here's my list of the Greatest 10 Albums of All Time* (*subject to change at any time author chooses to change it-it's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; list, isn't it?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Astral Weeks&lt;/strong&gt;--Van Morrison (with an honorary nod to Common One-on a more personal basis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Makes A Man Start Fires?--&lt;/strong&gt;Minutemen/coupled with &lt;strong&gt;IF'N--&lt;/strong&gt;fIREHOSE (I can couple 2 albums as one if I want--It's MY list, remember? -and, anyway, there both really short, so it's easy to pair them together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drukqs&lt;/strong&gt;--Aphex Twin (Everthing can be summed up in track#10 of disc #1 [quite likely the most important song in my entire life]-just ask my wife how many times I've played it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discovery&lt;/strong&gt;--Daft Punk (Thank you, Jackhammer! -for helping me to understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Troubadour/Naturally&lt;/strong&gt;--J J Cale (again, I can stick two short albums together. Troubadour is night-turning-to-dawn...Naturally is dark-evening-turning-to-darker-night in a myriad of Faulkner stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loaded&lt;/strong&gt;--The Velvet Underground (especially the 'fully loaded' set with demos and extras...WOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry, Ma, Forgot To Take Out The Trash&lt;/strong&gt;--the Replacements (I got this cassette back in '88 [by dishonorable means] -I haven't stopped listening to it since then-it is on cd now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold--&lt;/strong&gt;Starflyer59 (the untitled album that is gold in color--I'm eternally glad that girl broke up with ol' Jason Martin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaya--&lt;/strong&gt;Bob Marley (I borrowed this from my future bro-in-law the 2nd time I met him back in '90...I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I gave it back [but I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; had his Sonic Youth's "Goo" on vinyl ever since then])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pistolero--&lt;/strong&gt;Frank Black and the Catholics (This holds a special place in my heart and when I saw them live they played some awesome songs from it--especially "So. Cal" WOW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figureheads on the Forefront of Pop Culture--&lt;/strong&gt;Blenderhead (Songwriting at one of its finest hours-I wish these guys would just get together and stay together!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I know there's, like, 13 albums (in 11 spots) on my top 10 list...whatcha gonna do about it!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147686604020211?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147686604020211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147686604020211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147686604020211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147686604020211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-i-read-this-story-about-owen.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14531270.post-112147750335215586</id><published>2005-03-23T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:34:49.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last week I realized the truth to those goofy old cliches.  "Don't spend it all in one place."  And even (albeit loosely translated) "a rolling stone gathers no moss".  Yeah...so if you know anything about anything you'd know that I had the week off from work last week.  (With the holiday Monday I actually only missed [I wouldn't exactly say I ~missed~] four days of work.)  I believe I had the greatest vacation I've ever had.  And I give the credit to its (lack of) planning.  Truth be told:  I was always under the impression that a good vacation involves going somewhere for a week or so and seeing all the sights that place has to offer and "all that jazz".  But this time, instead of going to one place for a long time, we went many places for short times.  We didn't put all our hopes and dreams (eggs) into going on some trip(basket) that would fulfill all our vacating desires.  We didn't spend it (our time) all in one place.  It was awesome.  We didn't even tell our kids that we were going to Omaha to the zoo until we woke them up really early on Wednesday and each one asked why they had to get up.  It was SO fun.  We stopped at an old fashioned soda fountain and the Jerk gave us each these goofy paper soda jerk hats.  Anyway...there were WAY too many things that we did to tell in one post -so y'all just have to imagine the great fun we had all over our little chunk of the midwest (not gathering any moss, mind you).-kmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14531270-112147750335215586?l=kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/feeds/112147750335215586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14531270&amp;postID=112147750335215586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147750335215586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14531270/posts/default/112147750335215586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmfrickeart2.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-last-week-i-realized-truth-to-those.html' title=''/><author><name>~B</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIiervcp-Hk/TA_qNnG8PUI/AAAAAAAABK8/cdny9N_NQzo/S220/img058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
