<?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-6162051</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:01:07.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe me I used to be cool</title><subtitle type='html'>interesting thing, this internet is, so many things to read and see.  so many people. so many stories and jokes    , so many videos and songs, so many cool things to buy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-114839304367341779</id><published>2006-05-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:04:03.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>power tools</title><summary type='text'>I grew up in a house where there were no power tools and for that matter very few hand tools.  I guess if something broke or needed repaired then my parents hired it done.  So naturally I thought that this is the way the world worked becuase as children we only know the reality that we are raised in.I knew that my friends Dads had tools and used them but I didnt really pay that much attention and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/114839304367341779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/114839304367341779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114839304367341779' title='power tools'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-114831894767368735</id><published>2006-05-22T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:29:07.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I have been wondering lately if art influences politics or politics influences art.  I am sure that it swings both ways.  But it is interesting to think about.  I dont think that politicians are very often revolutionaries but artist often are?Hmm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/114831894767368735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/114831894767368735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114831894767368735' title='thoughts'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-114718122851588191</id><published>2006-05-09T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T06:27:08.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good afternoon sirs and madams</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago a guitar player here at our church let me play through an anolog man moxon med pedel of an 909.  Dude that was the best overdrive sound I have ever heard in my life.  I am posting a picture to share my obsession.  Try one of these guys out if you havent yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/114718122851588191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/114718122851588191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114718122851588191' title='good afternoon sirs and madams'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-114132129282376624</id><published>2006-03-02T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:41:32.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not understanding</title><summary type='text'>ah the famous blogging words,It has been a while since I have blogged here.I have no excuse just busy.It is not that my life is not inspired recently, as a matter of fact it has been quite the opposite.Musically I have been more active in the last 2 months than I have been in the last 2 years.  I will have new music up on myspace soon.  I have been thinking alot lately about how cool it is when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/114132129282376624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/114132129282376624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114132129282376624' title='not understanding'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113992990896989896</id><published>2006-02-14T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:11:48.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And we wonder why we have been in this war for so long?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113992990896989896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113992990896989896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113992990896989896' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113768892844427892</id><published>2006-01-19T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:42:08.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best of 2005</title><summary type='text'>It has been about 3 weeks since we left 2005.  I know I am a little late getting to making my best of list this year but I thought better late then never.  So here it goes. ( as a side note, I did not get to see all of the movies and get all the cds that I wanted to get this last year so this list is not conclusive).Here is my top ten list of cds for the last year.10.  Ryan Adam and the Cardinals</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113768892844427892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113768892844427892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113768892844427892' title='the best of 2005'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113512915093762140</id><published>2005-12-20T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:39:10.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes</title><summary type='text'>Would you like to be in my army? We could fight anything.yes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113512915093762140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113512915093762140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113512915093762140' title='yes'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113476392830292789</id><published>2005-12-16T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:12:16.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas day</title><summary type='text'>There is alot of controversy withing the church in general about having or not having church on Christmas day.  I personally can see both sides of the problem and have no official opinion but I have heard and read some very bitter thoughs on the subject on the subject lately.  What do you all think?  To worship at home or at church on that day?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113476392830292789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113476392830292789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113476392830292789' title='christmas day'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113388235112162022</id><published>2005-12-06T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:52:16.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetness of new tubes</title><summary type='text'>Bought my amp in 1999 it is a 1998 Fender Hot Rod DeVille 4x10.  I fell in love with it the first time I played through it.  This amp has such a tight crisp sound and breaks up really nicely.  About the last year or so it wasn't playing so hot and I blew on of th 12ax7 tubes in the thing in August.  I just got around to replacing the tubes last night.  Fender amps come stock with chinese made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113388235112162022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113388235112162022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113388235112162022' title='the sweetness of new tubes'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113327854977518025</id><published>2005-11-29T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:35:49.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter</title><summary type='text'>winter greeted me with her fridgid kiss today as I steped out side to leave for work.  SHe hates me I know it, bothering me all the way while my sundance did its best to fight her off.  just hold on until march, things will be better then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113327854977518025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113327854977518025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113327854977518025' title='winter'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113258884735451719</id><published>2005-11-21T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:00:47.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a crazy bunch we are</title><summary type='text'>this kingdom we are a part of is full of all sorts, all sorts of people.  What a strange thing for us to be together.  Every once in a while you get a glimps, possibly of heaven, but deffinatly something supernatural when we are together.  The guy that I, in my sinfulness, wouldnt befriend outside our meetings, in worship we are united in some way. This is confusing but awesome.  Man I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113258884735451719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113258884735451719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113258884735451719' title='what a crazy bunch we are'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113233931192636704</id><published>2005-11-18T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T10:41:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>man I dont miss this</title><summary type='text'>I went to see the band I used to be in a few nights ago,  I got there late missed the show but got to talk to the guys as they tore down,  The whole time all i could think was man I dont miss this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113233931192636704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113233931192636704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113233931192636704' title='man I dont miss this'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113172293892723306</id><published>2005-11-11T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T07:28:58.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the manager</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I went to a friends house of an evening.  He is a friend that I have had all my life, one of the few people I keep up with from childhood.  While I was at his house he showed me a scrapbook that his mom had made for him of his whole life.  I was in almost every year of the book, it was pretty cool.Then we got to the Jr. High pages  and the baseball team page.  I did not make the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113172293892723306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113172293892723306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113172293892723306' title='the manager'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113146496081351697</id><published>2005-11-08T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:49:20.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things</title><summary type='text'>1.  Thank you Lord for Global warming.2.  Jeff Buckley was a genious.3.  I am ready for vacation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113146496081351697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113146496081351697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113146496081351697' title='3 things'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113112466851494956</id><published>2005-11-04T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:17:48.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid game</title><summary type='text'>today I can tell that I am a pawn in a stupid game.  All sides are trying to make me line up with them and speak ill of the other sides. This kind on childishness makes me go introverted.I will walk alone rather than take sides.I wont be you little messenger.I know what you are doing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113112466851494956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113112466851494956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113112466851494956' title='stupid game'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113086425758105929</id><published>2005-11-01T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:57:37.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why yes, I will take some sugar in my tea</title><summary type='text'>thank you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113086425758105929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113086425758105929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113086425758105929' title='why yes, I will take some sugar in my tea'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113077032070828789</id><published>2005-10-31T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:52:01.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><summary type='text'>sometimes peoples words really hurtsometimes I have to run awaysometimes things are good as wellsometimes people dont want you they want a machine that does just what they wantsometimes I will rebelsometimes I cut them out and I am happy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113077032070828789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113077032070828789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113077032070828789' title='sometimes'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113044571884475304</id><published>2005-10-27T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:41:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>East of Eden</title><summary type='text'>I finished East of Eden today, I am definatly a better person for it.  I dont really know what to think about it.  In some ways it is incredibly uplifting but in most ways it is depressing and seems to dwell on the depravity of existence.Good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113044571884475304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113044571884475304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113044571884475304' title='East of Eden'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-113025157452460605</id><published>2005-10-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:46:14.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 red1 yellow2 green 1 brownfalling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113025157452460605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/113025157452460605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113025157452460605' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112990376921241998</id><published>2005-10-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:09:29.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go</title><summary type='text'>I can easily be cockyI can fall into that without noticing itI am ready for confidenceI am ready to not care I am ready to put my earrings back in and grow my hair out once more.I need a creative outletI need to wear t-shirts and jeans</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112990376921241998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112990376921241998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990376921241998' title='here we go'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112860904618412713</id><published>2005-10-06T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:30:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting week</title><summary type='text'>Right now I am practicing my thursday morning ritual of sitting at a certain local establishment drinking coffee, reading listining to music and looking up Harry Potter GOF pictures on internet.  This is a beautiful thing.  On thursdays I get the feeling that I am in college again, sitting in the cafe, I all that could make this better is a few of the boys sitting with me, and yes I sit in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112860904618412713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112860904618412713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112860904618412713' title='interesting week'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112776018166524978</id><published>2005-09-26T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T11:43:01.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe+ Matt and Bethany+kirk and amanda= good times</title><summary type='text'>Amanda and I got back from our trip to Europe about 6 days ago. We visited Matt and Bethany in Prague for about 6 days and we spent 3 days in Paris. It was a great time. It was great to hang with Matt again, I really have missed doing that. We saw alot and did alot but also had alot of time to relax. Lots of highlights but probably the most fun was sitting out on a rooftop resteraunt in Prague </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112776018166524978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112776018166524978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112776018166524978' title='Europe+ Matt and Bethany+kirk and amanda= good times'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112560847588321559</id><published>2005-09-01T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:01:15.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current events</title><summary type='text'>Man I watch TV or listen to the radio the last few days and each time my heart breaks again for the people in the south right now. I cannot imagine what the people on the gulf are going through. The first day after the hurricane hit and the media showed looters on TV my thought was, what are they going to do? Carry that TV they are stealing back home to the roof of their houses, with no power. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112560847588321559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112560847588321559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112560847588321559' title='Current events'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112541301680227905</id><published>2005-08-30T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T07:43:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beck</title><summary type='text'>I am going to start a new series on the blog, writing letters to some of the people who have inspired me or brought me to the place I am today. I will start this off with a letter to Beck HansonDear BeckI remember my 8th grade year very well, it was filled with a lot of disappointment for me and also a lot of great things when I got over being disappointed. I got cut from the baseball and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112541301680227905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112541301680227905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112541301680227905' title='Beck'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112489484021114415</id><published>2005-08-24T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:47:20.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it is embarrassing to be a Christian</title><summary type='text'>I dont know what else to say, some people just make us look bad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112489484021114415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112489484021114415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112489484021114415' title='Sometimes it is embarrassing to be a Christian'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112428888819401272</id><published>2005-08-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:31:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poison ivy</title><summary type='text'>For the second time this year I have poison ivy.  This is due to the fact that there is poison ivy mixed in with the grass in my back yard.  I have only mowed my back yard 4 times this year, a positive side effect of a drought.  Last time I got it was the last time I mowed  my yard, I did not see it that time and when the itching started I didnt see it in my yard because I had just mowed it all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112428888819401272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112428888819401272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112428888819401272' title='poison ivy'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112420092496686677</id><published>2005-08-16T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T07:02:04.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the desk</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I was asked to speak for a retreat that is coming up this weekend.  I agreed to do it, I will also be leading worship for the retreat.  Right now I am sitting at my desk remembering that I dont like speaking.  Actually the speaking part isnt that bad but it is the preperation that kills me.  I am not very good at preparing a sermon, most of the time I wonder if the words I write </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112420092496686677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112420092496686677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112420092496686677' title='the desk'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112351177394014865</id><published>2005-08-08T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:36:13.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Taylor</title><summary type='text'>James Taylor is gonna be here in town in a few weeks, only 3 miles from my house to be exact.  JT is one of those guys that I feel like I grew up with, I know that my mom likes him, he was on vh1 when I was a kid all the time.  He is such a great songwriter.   Amanda and I got to see him almost 3 years ago with Jake, Lana, and his family.  It was a great night, they guy is amazing, a legend.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112351177394014865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112351177394014865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112351177394014865' title='James Taylor'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112171746176052994</id><published>2005-07-18T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:11:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsistencies</title><summary type='text'>My life is full of  little inconsistencies.  These mini conflicts in my soul sometimes  frustrate me, mostly because I don't what I am really thinking some of the time.  I have over the last few weeks had a great desire to live in a metro environment, to really live in the city.  I am tired of driving, tired of traffic, tired of Starbucks and houses that look the same.  I have dreamed about a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112171746176052994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112171746176052994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112171746176052994' title='Inconsistencies'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112129286049465949</id><published>2005-07-13T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:14:20.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my stupid car</title><summary type='text'>Last night as I walked out of work.  I noticed that my car had a flat tire.  I was running late to pick up a pizza anyway.  I couldnt get ahold of my wife to go get the pizza or come get me so I sat there on the hood of my car until I realized that the gas station a block away probably had that fixaflat stuff.  I went and got some and went home got my wifes car and went to get the pizza an hour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112129286049465949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112129286049465949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112129286049465949' title='my stupid car'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112068412894592385</id><published>2005-07-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:28:34.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sidewalk and switchfoot</title><summary type='text'>over the course of the last few weeks the city has decided that I should get a new sidewalk infront of my house.  The sidewalk is now done, but I dont know how.  Everytime I looked out the window or went outside the picture above is what I saw everytime.  about 6 guys standing around shooting the breeze.  Some how the sidewalk got done, possibly by magic, which is my suspission.  I kept thinking,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112068412894592385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112068412894592385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112068412894592385' title='The sidewalk and switchfoot'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-112016869638412312</id><published>2005-06-30T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:08:27.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the bins</title><summary type='text'>Recently I have been purchasing alot of music online, either through half.com or itunes.  Today I went back to my roots and went to a small used record shop here in town and browsed the bins.  Every time I do this now I tink of Dead Pan (RIP, many good memories with the boys).  I found a couple of gems today.  Several months ago lost my copy of "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" so I got a used copy.  I also</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112016869638412312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/112016869638412312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112016869638412312' title='the bins'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111999056248358871</id><published>2005-06-28T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T13:13:55.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rearrange</title><summary type='text'>I re-arranged my cubicle today in an effort to create a bit more shelving and working space.  My cube is exactly 6.5 x 5.5 feet, very small and my desk is far to big for the space it is in, but it works, and so do I.  I did achieve getting more shelving space through my little experiment but not really more space.  I will bring my camera sometime this week so I can show you all my new set up.I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111999056248358871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111999056248358871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111999056248358871' title='rearrange'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111903870522134999</id><published>2005-06-17T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:07:08.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On commission</title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking about Isaac's post a few days ago about wearing his ipod to walmart.  I have enjoyed wearing mine to the grocery store, people just leave you alone and that rocks like Ancient Greece.  Last night A. and I went shopping with my parents.  My Parents were shopping for a television, a rather large one.  Anyway, there was this sales guy at American that was so annoying, so pushy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111903870522134999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111903870522134999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111903870522134999' title='On commission'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111868851327672274</id><published>2005-06-13T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:49:41.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend</title><summary type='text'>I have been sick all weekend, I am hoping that I am over it now but I am going to the doctor in a few hours anyway.I am immensely enjoying the new coldplay CD, having it has helped the last few days while I have been in bed.  So far my favorite track is #2, in my typical fashion I cant remember song names just track numbers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111868851327672274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111868851327672274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111868851327672274' title='The weekend'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111843080851682305</id><published>2005-06-10T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:13:28.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Edmund</title><summary type='text'>The last few weeks have been incredibly amazing.  Matt and Bethanys visits were great but to short.  Mandy and Amanda were here and we made some great music.  Brad and Beth came down for a few days and found an appartment in St. louis.  So our house has been a bit of the Bolen Motel lately but it has been great having friends around.I have been reading alot lately, going through the chronicles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111843080851682305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111843080851682305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111843080851682305' title='I am Edmund'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111772908024655856</id><published>2005-06-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:18:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run in with the police</title><summary type='text'>I got pulled over last night for the first time in my life.  I have told this story to several people in person and none so far could believe that I have never been pulled over before, but seriously I haven't been.  Anyway I got pulled over on the main drag in St. Charles, my brake lights were out.  The officer came up to my car and asked for license and insurance so I gave them to him.  At the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111772908024655856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111772908024655856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111772908024655856' title='Run in with the police'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111627244167398501</id><published>2005-05-16T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:52:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make believe review</title><summary type='text'>many of you have been emailing me asking me for a review of the new Weezer record.  The following are my thoughts on this great record.It has been a long wait for new music from the boys but the wait was definatly worth it.  From the first track to the last i am very pleased.  It is nice to hear some of the tounge in cheeck humor from rivers once again and the emotion in alot of the songs  is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111627244167398501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111627244167398501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111627244167398501' title='make believe review'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111567193588981832</id><published>2005-05-09T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T07:23:55.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday i Pod</title><summary type='text'>I love my wife.  My birthday is tommorow and she gave me my birthday present last saturday night.  She knows me so well, she got me the blue iPod mini shown above.  I love my wife because she is impatient at gift giving, as soon as she gets something for someone she has to give it to them the same day.  I am on the otherhand a purist.  I want my birthday presents on my birthday and Christmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111567193588981832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111567193588981832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111567193588981832' title='birthday i Pod'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111445454929386006</id><published>2005-04-25T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:42:29.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weezer and Jesus</title><summary type='text'>Last week I got a package in the mail from the weezer street team.  I havent been as excited in quites ome time.  I got poster and stickers to hand out and help promote the new album "Make Believe" that comes out on May 10th.  I have been in the fan club since thier first record came out when I was in jr. high.getting this promo material in the mail has caused a great delima in me though.  I have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111445454929386006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111445454929386006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111445454929386006' title='Weezer and Jesus'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111324416514266080</id><published>2005-04-11T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:29:25.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ponderings on war part 2</title><summary type='text'>Killing in the name of!Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that bore crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that bore crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that bore crossesHuh!Killing in the name of!Killing in the name ofAnd now you do what they told ya (11 times)But now you do what they told yaWell now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111324416514266080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111324416514266080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111324416514266080' title='ponderings on war part 2'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111246521588430994</id><published>2005-04-02T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:06:55.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><summary type='text'>I am at my desk and it is a saturday morning.  I should be at home packing since we are moving in 11 days but I am came to the office to listen to "Beverly Hills" the new Weezer single.  I dont have internet at home so to listen to it over and over again I had to come to the office and stream it off of the weezer web site.  Im buying it on itunes right now so i can burn it and listen to it until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111246521588430994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111246521588430994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111246521588430994' title='Bliss'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111221135385255099</id><published>2005-03-30T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:35:53.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have spent the day driving with the windows down.  It appears that spring has finally come to our neck of the woods, this time it had better stay or I quit, what I dont know.  Anyway, I drive with the windows down because I am driving a car that at one time belonged to my grandparets, who gave it to my sister when she was in high school, who left the windows down in the rain frequently giving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111221135385255099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111221135385255099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111221135385255099' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111142801729654988</id><published>2005-03-21T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T10:00:17.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new music</title><summary type='text'>I have shifted gears again. The last year and a half almost everything I have done creatively has  been acoustic but I have had the urge to get back into electric music.  I am dabbling in electronica a bit as well.  I have a new song up on Purevolume called "If I".  I wrote the song along time ago, pre slingshot and have always wanted to use it.  Let me know what you think.  My purevolume site is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111142801729654988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111142801729654988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111142801729654988' title='new music'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111057764967992020</id><published>2005-03-11T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:47:29.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it must be awesome</title><summary type='text'>It must be awesome to be Metallica.  Seriously, radio stations across the country still have what they call madatory Metallica and play only Metallica during that time slot.  I was in the car today for about a half hour and during that time I heard 3 Metallica songs on 3 different stations.  On top of that I knew every word and how to play all of the songs that I heard.  Every guitar player I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111057764967992020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111057764967992020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111057764967992020' title='it must be awesome'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-111005894126789721</id><published>2005-03-05T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T13:42:21.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Do everything with out complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God with out fault in a crooked and depraved generation in wich you shine like stars in th the universe as you hold out the word of life."  Phillipians 2:14-16Seems like in my life I keep coming back to Phillipians, possibly because I need that constant reminder to be conscious about having joy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111005894126789721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/111005894126789721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111005894126789721' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110969049459915036</id><published>2005-03-01T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T07:21:34.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Practice</title><summary type='text'>Adam and I had our first soccer practice with the Jr. High team that we are coaching last night. I showed up at the field and it was starting to snow.  Soccer practice is miserable when it is snowing out, we didnt get much done at all,  we did a few ball handeling things and then we just played for a while.  We wanted to just watch the team play and see what we are working with.  Well we have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110969049459915036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110969049459915036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969049459915036' title='Soccer Practice'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110936769299666299</id><published>2005-02-25T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T13:41:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont drink soda very often and buy one from the machine in our office at my work place.  I purchased one today at lunch and out pops a Holiday 04 can.  The machine in our office is stocked by our staff not Coca Cola so there is both Coke and Pepsi products in the same machine (that happens to be a Coke machine).  I think I am the only one here who drinks Coke products.  You would think that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110936769299666299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110936769299666299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110936769299666299' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110847749758399441</id><published>2005-02-15T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T06:25:38.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>There are a few things about Jesus and the Bible that I believe in strongly that I have been thinking about alot lately.1.  Jesus and the Bible are not decieving.  When they mean something they say it, they dont beat around the bush.2.  Jesus and the Bible are not out for revenge or to hurt people.On a different note these lyrics are floating through my head today"So when you're asked to fight a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110847749758399441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110847749758399441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110847749758399441' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110841057424750862</id><published>2005-02-14T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T11:49:34.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who likes drugs? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110841057424750862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110841057424750862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110841057424750862' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110807025573782188</id><published>2005-02-10T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:17:35.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>public toilet in houston, outside view, see below for inside view,  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110807025573782188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110807025573782188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110807025573782188' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110807014722177423</id><published>2005-02-10T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:15:47.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>public toilet houston, inside view, could you do it? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110807014722177423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110807014722177423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110807014722177423' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110778725122280792</id><published>2005-02-07T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T06:40:51.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a dashboard day</title><summary type='text'>some days are defined by the music you put in your cd player.  It is funny how you can remeber a day best by what cd was in your car that day.  It has some power to make your  brain work.  One look out the window today and i knew it is a dashboard day.  I popped "Swiss Army Romance" in my cd player, still listening to it now at my desk.  Kind of a hard decisision today, rainy days always seem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110778725122280792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110778725122280792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110778725122280792' title='its a dashboard day'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110729129474209384</id><published>2005-02-01T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T12:54:54.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool air</title><summary type='text'>I Believe it is in blue like Jazz Don Miller talkes about certain winter days when he is taken back by his own existence, marveling at the complexity that is our bodies, and how breathing in the cold winter air makes him more concious of these things.I am having that experience today.  I drove from work to the bank and then home for lunch with the windows down.  It is a nice day out today for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110729129474209384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110729129474209384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110729129474209384' title='cool air'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110675262478528249</id><published>2005-01-26T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T07:17:04.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bright eyes</title><summary type='text'>of the two bright eyes disks that came out yesterday I think I like "Its morning Im awake" better than "digital ash in digital urn".  listened through both records last night and had a nice cup of coffee.  Pretty good evening.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110675262478528249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110675262478528249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110675262478528249' title='bright eyes'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110662627968219742</id><published>2005-01-24T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T04:34:58.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few things</title><summary type='text'>today I discovered while listening to my wife and sister talk that women only talk about 2 things and that is getting married and babies.  I however do not like to talk about these things.  It makes me even more uncomfortable when it is my sister talking about getting married.  I dont get it.  I have heard them have this same connversation several times.  I just dont get it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110662627968219742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110662627968219742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110662627968219742' title='a few things'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110649286244949986</id><published>2005-01-23T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T07:07:42.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><summary type='text'>Last night Amanda and I were pretty board.  We were home at 7 on a saturday night and didnt have anything to do.  I came up with the great idea to go to slackers and shop for used cd's.  Not the best place to buy used cd's but it gets us by.  Anyway perusing through the bins I came across several gems but only bought one.  I got a copy of Debut by bjork.  For some reason I never got this cd now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110649286244949986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110649286244949986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110649286244949986' title='sunday'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110597894215173484</id><published>2005-01-17T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T08:22:22.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursive and coffee</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting here thinking that I would love to be a coffee taster, that would be my dream job.  If money were no issue and I could do any thing I wanted, that I could do at my own leisure I would be a coffe taster.  I could spend a few hours a day sipping spoonfuls of the worlds finest, freshest brew.  What would you do if you could do any thing?I am listening to Cursive right now and feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110597894215173484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110597894215173484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110597894215173484' title='Cursive and coffee'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110565609193092552</id><published>2005-01-13T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:41:31.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it snow let it snow let it snow</title><summary type='text'>Had the day off today so Amanda and I went to go see Polar Express in the theater.  We had wanted to see it at christmas but just didnt have the time, so we went this morning.  Had the theater completly to ourselves, that was nice, got the best seats in the house.  The movie was ok, really wanted to see it on the big screen but was kinda disappointed.  It did feel more like Christmas today than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110565609193092552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110565609193092552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110565609193092552' title='let it snow let it snow let it snow'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110554784688652627</id><published>2005-01-12T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T08:37:26.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>florida</title><summary type='text'>could have swore that when I walked out my front door this morning I did not come out to Missouri but somehow my door became a magical portal to Florida.  Hope it is like this tommorow for my day off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110554784688652627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110554784688652627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110554784688652627' title='florida'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110545789470508372</id><published>2005-01-11T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T07:44:10.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Folgers</title><summary type='text'>Sitting here in my cube this morning trying to enjoy the office folgers. I have the office to myself for the next few hours, pretty nice. Anberlin is playing on Itunes. As I am writting this I am enjoying that tasty looking clemintine orange you can see on my shelf.Any way Matt and Bethany and Joe and Amy and my wife and I got together this week.  I am going to miss seeing Matt for the next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110545789470508372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110545789470508372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545789470508372' title='Folgers'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110472186155822855</id><published>2005-01-02T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:11:01.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from a week of vacation.  It seemed like Christmas day was pretty much a bumber being away from our families and being in ministry and basically living at the church for the weeks leading up to Christmas.  Amanda and I celebrated the fact that Christmas was over, we saw my families in Indiana and Maryland.  The high point of the trip other than seeing family was going to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110472186155822855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110472186155822855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110472186155822855' title='Vacation'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110390364011137464</id><published>2004-12-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T07:54:00.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came in to work early today to get a bit done for Christmas eve services.  I put on a little Pantera, on a usual day I wouldnt blast pantera in the office because no one else here would like it, but I am alone today in my cube. This is the first time I have listened to Pantera since the shooting a few weeks ago, Pantera really isnt a big part of my life any more, It took me a while to even find</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110390364011137464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110390364011137464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110390364011137464' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110355687542464919</id><published>2004-12-20T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T07:37:53.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well we got Jake off yesterday. It was an absolutely beautiful day. Doug said it was weekends like this one that make the world spin faster, I agree, it is incredible to share your friends joy, to watch them experience now for the first time what I know and cherish with my wife.  Jake I wish you all the happiness that I know. It is weekends like this where I realize my need for friendship.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110355687542464919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110355687542464919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110355687542464919' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110305938711010758</id><published>2004-12-14T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:23:07.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah my wife hates me when I do the trucker look.  I only got to keep it for about 15 minutes.  Wish I could have kept it for staff meeting this week.  My face is clean now and after having a beard for a month I look like a little kid.  Dont you guys think I make a good trucker. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110305938711010758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110305938711010758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110305938711010758' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110237393817170043</id><published>2004-12-06T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:58:58.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new music</title><summary type='text'>Well it is time to show the world the music I have been working on for the last few months.  These are songs I wrote while in slingshot but didnt really fit what slingshot did.   In a few weeks I will have these 2 songs with 4 others out on an ep that is called "All Over Again"check out www.purevolume.com/kirkbolenlet me know what you think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110237393817170043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110237393817170043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110237393817170043' title='my new music'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110218180259021952</id><published>2004-12-04T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T09:36:54.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the slings</title><summary type='text'>Last night the former slings got together in Lincoln for a little Christmas party. It was great fun, actually I cant think of when I have had a better time in the last year or so. Sitting around with the guys and wives felt normal, like no time had passed, like it had not been a year and a half since we last all hung out just to be together. I miss those guys so much. Recently I have been playing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110218180259021952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110218180259021952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110218180259021952' title='the slings'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110200351669403600</id><published>2004-12-02T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T08:05:16.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindy smith</title><summary type='text'>man in the past few days I have not been able to stop listening to Mindy Smith.  I dont have her record yet but you can streem her songs from her web site so when I am at my desk I have her on all the time.  I am planning on getting her record today when I go pick Amanda up at the mall. She was used on Smallville last night as well so that was exciting. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110200351669403600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110200351669403600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110200351669403600' title='mindy smith'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110176520266129272</id><published>2004-11-29T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T13:53:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>travel log</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday morning, going to Amandas parents in Wisconson.5:00 am,  get up get in the car and start driving.  (Mucho buna)8:00 am Bloomington Il,  get there to pick up amandas brother who is supposed to be there at    8:309:30 am  Amandas brother Mark shows up10:00 am starts to snow (Mark asleep in back seat)11:00 am Snows harder and harder (Kirk says : why cant your parents move to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110176520266129272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110176520266129272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110176520266129272' title='travel log'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110122643324596967</id><published>2004-11-23T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T08:13:53.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy</title><summary type='text'>Last year sometime a friend of mine lent me "The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy".  I read the first book in one day.  I was completely drawn in so I told Amanda to get me "Ultimate Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy" for my birthday, witch is all five of  Douglas Adams books in the Galaxy "trilogy" put together. Again it was awesome.  I laughed so hard while reading these booksNow Disney has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110122643324596967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110122643324596967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110122643324596967' title='hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110113868660790440</id><published>2004-11-22T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T07:51:26.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, we are intelligent atheletes, by the way we dont think we get paid enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110113868660790440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110113868660790440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113868660790440' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110047241067305826</id><published>2004-11-14T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T14:46:50.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe a good idea</title><summary type='text'>Junk Food Adverts 'Banished During Children's Tv In UK'    By James Lyons, PA Political Correspondent    Junk food adverts will be banished beyond the 9pm watershed an attempt to fight Britain’s obesity crisis, it emerged tonight.A ban during children’s TV had been widely expected when the Government produces its health White Paper next week.But Health Secretary Dr John Reid is set to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110047241067305826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110047241067305826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110047241067305826' title='maybe a good idea'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110039243566292264</id><published>2004-11-13T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:35:47.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend was a great weekend. Went home to my parents house and when I walked in sitting on my bed was a Martin 000 - 1. My Grandma and Grandpa saw it in the newspaper used and went and bought it for me. It gets better, it had never been used, it still had the plastic lining on the pickguard.   I havent put it down since I got it.  A few weeks ago I decided I wanted a small bodied acoustic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110039243566292264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110039243566292264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110039243566292264' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-110003079438249049</id><published>2004-11-09T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:06:34.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gift of Rock</title><summary type='text'>This weekend Amanda and Mandy came to visit us.  This can make for a odd situation being that my wife is amanda and sometimes goes by Mandy.  We recorded basically all day monday and got some pretty cool stuff laid down.  I will be sharing it soon. Crowder played here last night, dont know why I am writting about this because most of people that read this work here but any way it was great, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110003079438249049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/110003079438249049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110003079438249049' title='the gift of Rock'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109932321869775858</id><published>2004-11-01T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T07:33:38.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nov 1</title><summary type='text'>I would like to refer everyone to tylers blog.  I share tylers frustrationI feel that we have no good option when it comes to the election.Because I am a follower of Jesus doesnt make me a Republican.Because I am poor doesnt make me a Democrat.Both parties are corrupt.  Both Parties demonstrate hate more than love.  Both parties are only concerned about thier own interest and money, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109932321869775858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109932321869775858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109932321869775858' title='nov 1'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109882797238848826</id><published>2004-10-26T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:59:32.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>todays mail</title><summary type='text'>It is a good day when you open the mailbox and there is the Christmas issue of musicians friend waiting for you. I know I will be spending hours and hours the next few days perusing its pages carefully the way that a husband longs for his wife, i mean ahh   like a a   shut up dude</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109882797238848826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109882797238848826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109882797238848826' title='todays mail'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109881594037343908</id><published>2004-10-26T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T11:39:00.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School of Rock</title><summary type='text'>Last night I finaly got around to watching school of rock.  Being a rocker at heart I wanted to see this movie when it came out in theaters but I didnt for some reason or another and it has taken me this long to see it on video.  But it was a great movie.  Jack Black has a way of making me laugh.  Usually I like his stuff that is more dirty but he plays the clean role well too. But from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109881594037343908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109881594037343908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109881594037343908' title='School of Rock'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109849341289168034</id><published>2004-10-22T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T18:03:32.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clean</title><summary type='text'>Last night was the much anticipated Shane and Shane concert.  I dont even know what to say because they were so good, the band was incredibly tight.  The harmonies were amazing, oh yeah and I just about crap my pants every time Shane did the flutter strum. They played alot of songs from thier newest recort "Clean" and they were awesome.  I picked up the record last night, it is amazing.  There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109849341289168034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109849341289168034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109849341289168034' title='clean'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109838565761327886</id><published>2004-10-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T12:11:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shane and Shane</title><summary type='text'>Heading out to see shane and shane tonight.I love thursdays, It is my day off so I spend the day online and making music.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109838565761327886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109838565761327886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109838565761327886' title='Shane and Shane'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109831486981114778</id><published>2004-10-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T16:54:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Miller</title><summary type='text'>I just ordered the new Don Miller book.  It should be here on friday.  I am very excited to read this book.Going to see shane and shane tommorow night in columbia, that is very nice.still am tired of hearing about the cardinals.I think both Bush and Kerry are idiots.I like the new Jimmy Eat World CD alot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109831486981114778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109831486981114778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109831486981114778' title='Don Miller'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109820872990046436</id><published>2004-10-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T11:11:17.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardinals</title><summary type='text'>I went to the grociery store last night.  Amanda had class so I was there alone.  I got the things that I was there to get and got in line to check out.   The line was long probably because the people in line were all talking to the person checking them out.  They were talking about the cardinals so I pick up a People magazine and stood in line ignoring everyone.  When I got up to the front of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109820872990046436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109820872990046436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109820872990046436' title='Cardinals'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109812986567038330</id><published>2004-10-18T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T13:04:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><summary type='text'>It poored all night last night.  I layed in bed all night and listened to the thunder and watched the lightnig change my room from night to day for a moment and then back to night.  I love storms at night.  Though I dont slee all that well during storms I love listening to them and after a while I get used to the sound of the thunder or it ceases and I am lulled to sleep by the sound of the rain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109812986567038330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109812986567038330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109812986567038330' title='rain'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109775786033641417</id><published>2004-10-14T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T05:44:20.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smallville Thirst</title><summary type='text'>I usually hate the themed smallville episodes, but last night Smallville Thirst wasnt so bad. Got some interesting looks in office yesterday cause I was blastin some HOpe Conspiricy all day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109775786033641417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109775786033641417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109775786033641417' title='Smallville Thirst'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109759210059558767</id><published>2004-10-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T07:41:40.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><summary type='text'>The last few days the world has been mourning the death of superman, Christopher Reeve.  My boyhood is filled with days and days of pretending to be superman.  I used to dream about flying around the world backwards so fast that it would reverse time.Anyway, I wander what smallville has in store in tribute.  Christopher had been playing a scientist on the show.  There should be a tribute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109759210059558767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109759210059558767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759210059558767' title='Superman'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109701412586966489</id><published>2004-10-05T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T15:08:45.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me today</title><summary type='text'>I am by nature an introvert.  I many times avoid conversation and meeting people for reasons I dont know.  I have an inner circle, not a very big one and even at times I dont let those people get to close to me.  Taking my job into consideration this is a problem.  It is not so much a problem with my job but with my life in general.  I am constantly wrestling with whether or not it is ok to be an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109701412586966489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109701412586966489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109701412586966489' title='me today'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109693072081248736</id><published>2004-10-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:58:40.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bjorks new record Medula is kicking my but, if you dont have it get it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109693072081248736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109693072081248736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109693072081248736' title=''/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109692983000837986</id><published>2004-10-04T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:43:50.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bjork</title><summary type='text'>The last few days I have been listening to Bjorks new cd Medula constantly.  On this release there are not very many instruments most of the music is made with the voice, there are alot of loops that I am guessing were made with a drum machine but I wouldnt put it past her to do something wierd.  Everything I know about music theory and  just common sence about music is shattered on this record.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109692983000837986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109692983000837986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109692983000837986' title='Bjork'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109656095167420123</id><published>2004-09-30T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T09:15:51.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metallica</title><summary type='text'>Today is my day off so this morning I sat at home and watched tv.  I was flipping through the 5 channels that we get hoping that something other than tony Danza or soap operas would be on.  I flipped past Jane Polley once but on my second time through I was like, that looked like lars.  Sure enough it was Metallica did a whole hour interview on daytime tv with Jane Polley.  It was pretty weird, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109656095167420123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109656095167420123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109656095167420123' title='Metallica'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109641650599874319</id><published>2004-09-28T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T17:08:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>star wars</title><summary type='text'>This weekend I made Amanda watch the original star wars trilogy with me.  All she has known of star wars was episode 1 and 2 so this was a step in the right direction for our relationship.  It was fun explaining everything to her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109641650599874319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109641650599874319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109641650599874319' title='star wars'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109596655525956933</id><published>2004-09-23T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:09:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First full day of fall</title><summary type='text'>As of noon yesterday it is officially fall, today is the first full day of fall.  I was reminded of this this morning as I got up as the sun was rising at 6:30 (Much later than it has been all summer) and pulled on a pullover hoodie to wear on my way to the courts and as I warmed up.  The next few weeks are in my opinion the best time of the year to be and to things athletic.  While I do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109596655525956933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109596655525956933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109596655525956933' title='First full day of fall'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109590482683526693</id><published>2004-09-22T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T19:00:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have pms</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I should wait a couple of days before I start writing or talking.  I go through mood swings.  I did read the other day that men do have a monthly mood cylce.  maybe I had one of those, feeling less frustrated now, a bit more on the cheery side.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109590482683526693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109590482683526693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109590482683526693' title='I have pms'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109580520230284453</id><published>2004-09-21T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T15:20:02.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday night class</title><summary type='text'>Tonight we are starting a class here at HCC for our musicians based on the Rory Noland book Heart of the Artist.  I am really looking forward to this class.  It is my prayer that people will be convicted by this book the way that I am.  This will be my third time through the book.  The first time I was a junior in college, it was the text book for a worship class I took.  At that time I was in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109580520230284453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109580520230284453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109580520230284453' title='tuesday night class'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109571801355079116</id><published>2004-09-20T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T15:23:39.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today has been wierd</title><summary type='text'>I got an email from my mom today informing me that one of my most feared baby sitters as a kid in greenville litterally lives around the corner from me here in St. Peters, this I find very odd.I ran sound at a funeral today and cried, didnt mean to and didnt want, I didnt know the guy at all but sitting in the sound booth watching his wife say goodbye I teared up.I found it odd that while our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109571801355079116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109571801355079116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109571801355079116' title='today has been wierd'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109554785157874091</id><published>2004-09-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T15:50:51.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IHOP</title><summary type='text'>It has been a pretty fun week this week.  My anticipation for the new U2 record is already drving me nuts.  I heard from a guy who knows a promoter for riverport that radiohead is planning to return to the gateway to the west next summer. Thursday night Amanda got off of work at 10:00, after she got off work we went to IHOP, she had never been to one before.  Going to IHOP late at night, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109554785157874091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109554785157874091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109554785157874091' title='IHOP'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109518935918442933</id><published>2004-09-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:20:11.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Standard</title><summary type='text'>Every week I walk from one end of our church to the other to pick up and read about what the conservative Christians are thinking in the Christian Standard, which along with the lookout are the two major rags of the Restoration movement. Usually I learn a bit and laugh alot but this last weeks issue just made me mad.If you havent read last weeks issue you should, Charles Colson and Anne Morse ,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109518935918442933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109518935918442933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109518935918442933' title='Christian Standard'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109469571972980572</id><published>2004-09-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:08:39.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the clone wars</title><summary type='text'>Ever feel like you are just a robot, with no decisions of your own?I doI had better not write more today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109469571972980572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109469571972980572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109469571972980572' title='the clone wars'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109459370726171060</id><published>2004-09-07T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:48:27.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something missing</title><summary type='text'>The last few weeks I have been noticing an unrest in myself.  It is hard to explain but I will try to put into words accuratly what I am feeling.  Maybe I am missinng college and the way that we did things in college.  I miss having time when I go to worship to really spend some time worshipping.  I am the kind of person that takes a while to really get my whole self into a complete state of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109459370726171060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109459370726171060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109459370726171060' title='Something missing'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109348215647163365</id><published>2004-08-25T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T18:02:36.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish I had a camera</title><summary type='text'>tonight, about a half an hour ago we got out of choir practice.  I was given the task/opportunity to lead this practice, it borderlined on disasterous.  While we were practicing a very bad storm was passing over, Amanda called to tell me there was a tornado spotted in our county just before practice.   This storm was very powerful.  To add to the matter our church meets in what is litteraly a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109348215647163365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109348215647163365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109348215647163365' title='wish I had a camera'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109111855551020363</id><published>2004-07-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:42:46.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Halen</title><summary type='text'>A reminder of what rock music is Last night I was totally blown away, Van Halen in the Savvis Center here is St. Louis.  Long have I been a fan of Van Halen.  At times I sometimes stray from thier royal rockness and find myself being an art rock snob but last night I remembered my roots.  Eddie has been my hero since I was in seventh grade and was just starting to play guitar and as the years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109111855551020363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109111855551020363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111855551020363' title='Van Halen'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162051.post-109111723847688851</id><published>2004-07-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:07:18.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>van halen</title><summary type='text'>http://vanhalen.com/Uploads/6/8/9/vh1.jpg"&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109111723847688851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6162051/posts/default/109111723847688851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kirkbolen.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111723847688851' title='van halen'/><author><name>kirk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05279790074137398318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/249/1385/640/100_9036.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
