<?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-8529280260086861584</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:34:26.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marzipan Incident</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-2232622550073268336</id><published>2011-02-13T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:10:26.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpdLPsM5vYI/TViY1Zt4YWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4FFdhcix_Ec/s1600/DSCN1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpdLPsM5vYI/TViY1Zt4YWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4FFdhcix_Ec/s320/DSCN1114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573372582074802530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To my Muse...even though i look a little wormy in this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sonnet XVII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" id="table23"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; width: 524px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,&lt;br /&gt;or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;in secret, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you as the plant that never blooms&lt;br /&gt;but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.&lt;br /&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;br /&gt;so I love you because I know no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than this: where I does not exist, nor you,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 -Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-2232622550073268336?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/2232622550073268336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=2232622550073268336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/2232622550073268336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/2232622550073268336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-my-muse.html' title=''/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpdLPsM5vYI/TViY1Zt4YWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4FFdhcix_Ec/s72-c/DSCN1114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-5495979084211828195</id><published>2009-10-22T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:11:21.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...And the lost was found...maybe...</title><content type='html'>Almost had one...maybe later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-5495979084211828195?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/5495979084211828195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=5495979084211828195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/5495979084211828195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/5495979084211828195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-lost-was-foundmaybe.html' title='...And the lost was found...maybe...'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-5484195995572243466</id><published>2008-10-14T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:02:40.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SPVrUiqPw9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/yKNyEBXWeXc/s1600-h/UNDER-CONSTRUCTION.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SPVrUiqPw9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/yKNyEBXWeXc/s320/UNDER-CONSTRUCTION.gif.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257226140670477266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-5484195995572243466?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/5484195995572243466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=5484195995572243466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/5484195995572243466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/5484195995572243466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SPVrUiqPw9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/yKNyEBXWeXc/s72-c/UNDER-CONSTRUCTION.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-6915296760218248423</id><published>2008-06-02T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:25:46.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like it's 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: Do to the absence of my wife the below post may be riddled with bad grammar and incomplete sentences and overall confusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road hasn't been long and I was have a feeling that the Moment that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mazipan&lt;/span&gt; was become just that. The "urge" was becoming less and less and another urge was taking it's place, i was feel torn. There were so many people who had fallen i love with and i didn't want to disappoint, But then something happened to bring in more life to the saga. Another Little-wood-man manifested him self. This time in Oklahoma. I thought to my self that due to the influence of negative penguins...and Bunnies...that it would be good for Pan to have a kindred spirit who also broken awake from the Corporate Juggernaut and seedy marketing of the little-wood-men business. You can follow the life of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mochi&lt;/span&gt; and their future correspondence here at &lt;a href="http://2supercilious4u.blogspot.com/"&gt;2supercilious4u.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, there will more so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to keep with the theme of ad&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERuHNj-AFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GF5_2ODygUU/s1600-h/P5160006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207408139325800530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERuHNj-AFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GF5_2ODygUU/s320/P5160006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ding good influences to Pans life i decided to take him to place with utter saturation of good influences and to a good time to. I took him a church Youth dance. Now when it come to dancing i was blessed unmatched ability to cause people to stare in unbelief, others to point while laughing and inspire comments like "do you think he is special?". While Pan on the other hand can as&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERvZ9j-AII/AAAAAAAAAGU/2Eanl18KOug/s1600-h/dejay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207409560959975554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERvZ9j-AII/AAAAAAAAAGU/2Eanl18KOug/s320/dejay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they used to say "can get down with his bad self", "cut the proverbial rug", "get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jiggy&lt;/span&gt; with it" you get the point. He was able to even Deejay for some of the Dance. All in all we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERwn9j-ALI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BB7WdH5M8a4/s1600-h/P5160005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207410900989771954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERwn9j-ALI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BB7WdH5M8a4/s320/P5160005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that dancing makes you work up an appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERuX9j-AGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/e56XEgyjPVo/s1600-h/P5160015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207408427088609378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERuX9j-AGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/e56XEgyjPVo/s320/P5160015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was even able to convince some of the Ladies to dance with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207410230974873762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERwA9j-AKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qH6q9H7ZqTI/s320/P5160017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He went through quite a few of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-6915296760218248423?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/6915296760218248423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=6915296760218248423' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/6915296760218248423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/6915296760218248423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-like-its-1999.html' title='Party like it&apos;s 1999'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SERuHNj-AFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GF5_2ODygUU/s72-c/P5160006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-5010373384040989224</id><published>2008-05-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:16:17.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... the idle wooden mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: Do to the absence of my wife the below post may be riddled with bad grammar and incomplete sentences and overall confusion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile and oh do i have a story to tell. I've been a little self absorbed lately. The prettiest thing I've ever seen and my three offspring have left town. That within it's self is something to write about...you know that verse in the Bible where it talks about man not being meant to be alone, well this is the man he was talking about, well actually it was Adam but aren't we supposed to liken the scriptures to our lives? I can hardly find my pants let alone get them to the laundry basket...then do laundry...(shudder). That is also another story to be told some other time. This blog is about pan...not me but i have to tell this part for you to understand the other. Also, at this same time I had a very important test at work that would pretty much determine my fate, once again another story for another time. And again i also had a very big training to prepare, over something i new very little about...again... i think that you get the picture. So Ive been a little self absorbed. Once it was all over with I realized that i hadn't posted anything so I looked for Pan. Well...if you remember a couple of blogs back i told you to never leave a little-wood-man alone in a car for hours. So I guess i don't need to tell you to never leave a little-wood-man to his own devices for a week and a half. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-xBDnuIQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uC7mcnCJfgM/s1600-h/P5090010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201570726346105090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-xBDnuIQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uC7mcnCJfgM/s320/P5090010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He picked up a few unsavory friends and I caught trying to hitchhike with a penguin...I know i was thinking the same thing...what does a penguin know about hitchhiking. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-xsjnuIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wG_6iEMqbdM/s1600-h/P5090016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201571473670414610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-xsjnuIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wG_6iEMqbdM/s320/P5090016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So figured that i needed to spend some quality time Pan. You get more with flies with honey than with vinegar. So Pan and have been spending more of the above mentioned time together. I think it's going well. He seems to enjoy the Baseball game we went to. Although he got a little chilly and eventually fell asleep. It's a learning process. It think we're getting through the storming phase pretty we&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-45jnuISI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cqNnSYqjg5s/s1600-h/P5120020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201579393590108450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-45jnuISI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cqNnSYqjg5s/s320/P5120020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll. We've had some other adventure but those will be a later post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-5JTnuITI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LnZyG_A5AuQ/s1600-h/P5120023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201579664173048114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-5JTnuITI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LnZyG_A5AuQ/s320/P5120023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201579969115726146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-5bDnuIUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/T-AF6XkfhIw/s320/P5120024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-5010373384040989224?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/5010373384040989224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=5010373384040989224' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/5010373384040989224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/5010373384040989224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-idol-wooden-mind.html' title='Oh... the idle wooden mind'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SC-xBDnuIQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uC7mcnCJfgM/s72-c/P5090010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-1754520326581977975</id><published>2008-05-02T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:22:50.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, the ever reaching arm of the "going green-ites" has finally made its way to a virtually unknown demographic...little-wood-men. In particular, Pan. Although I'm not fully sold on the pathological rantings of the former Vice President, who's research is based on shaky evidence by scandalous scientists, not to mention the earth has gone through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvD5bbVQCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/52Qcvcyqwak/s1600-h/P4240059.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195961986484355106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvD5bbVQCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/52Qcvcyqwak/s320/P4240059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;natural warming and cooling periods since its creation, but then I was reminded of the fact my opinion was based on the research of a man who argues with the environmental views of a little-wood-man. I do agree with Pan as to being good stewards of our planet. I conceded to this point but in the same breath made it known there would be no tofu, incense, or tambourine playing-not that I have anything against tambourines but if any of you have been to my most humble home you will agree with me on the joy of the absence of tambourine. So if there is anybody out there who plays the tambourine...I think it is a noble instrument with a long and glorious history...there.. so I mean no offense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvHrrbVQDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-e8xOoZrCvo/s1600-h/P4240061.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195966148307664946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvHrrbVQDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-e8xOoZrCvo/s320/P4240061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After a long day of being green..because it's not easy (about five minutes, you got to start small:) when you're a little-wood-man) Pan takes a rest in the soft grass, communing with nature. Exploring commenced afterward followed by practicing his climbing and repelling skills (because you need skills...you know...skills) which will come in handy the next time he has to scale the side of a 55 gallon drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvIl7bVQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J1yiPNxA3gU/s1600-h/P4240055.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195967149035044930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvIl7bVQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J1yiPNxA3gU/s320/P4240055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvJarbVQFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oSWLxhsmWlc/s1600-h/P4240066.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195968055273144402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvJarbVQFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oSWLxhsmWlc/s320/P4240066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvIl7bVQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J1yiPNxA3gU/s1600-h/P4240055.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvIl7bVQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J1yiPNxA3gU/s1600-h/P4240055.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvIl7bVQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J1yiPNxA3gU/s1600-h/P4240055.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvKDrbVQGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S8Uc8j1713o/s1600-h/P4240067.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195968759647780962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvKDrbVQGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/S8Uc8j1713o/s320/P4240067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvIl7bVQEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J1yiPNxA3gU/s1600-h/P4240055.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All fun and no play a dull boy Pan would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-1754520326581977975?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/1754520326581977975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=1754520326581977975' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/1754520326581977975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/1754520326581977975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/05/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBvD5bbVQCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/52Qcvcyqwak/s72-c/P4240059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-5594886930188481694</id><published>2008-04-29T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:05:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Steel or Crouching Tiger, Hidden Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBfzEbbVP7I/AAAAAAAAADM/NXtjKko3JgI/s1600-h/P4210032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194887952602578866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBfzEbbVP7I/AAAAAAAAADM/NXtjKko3JgI/s320/P4210032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK, &lt;/span&gt;this is for your time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interact&lt;/span&gt; with Pan and help me with the first installation of many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interactive posts&lt;/span&gt;...many being very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abstract&lt;/span&gt;. Many for me might be few to you or even ONE to another...do I even know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talk about? One thing I have noticed when looking at pictures of Pan...is...were is he looking? I know where he is looking, because I took the picture but can you? One of the objectives with this blog was not only to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; "The Urge", that is the Marzipan Moment, but also to do a study in giving life to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inanimate&lt;/span&gt; object. He needs a face. Not a face face but a Pan face, does that makes sense, right? It could be anything but I would like your feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you ponder and ... what's a better word than ponder..., while you ponder and do whatever that other word is, Pan has been at it again. From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBf9cbbVP8I/AAAAAAAAADU/3nD97Dpgs6E/s1600-h/P4280090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194899360035717058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBf9cbbVP8I/AAAAAAAAADU/3nD97Dpgs6E/s320/P4280090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to looking for a little coin in the parking lot. You got to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBf94LbVP9I/AAAAAAAAADc/D85dzMmbUOQ/s1600-h/P4280093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194899836777086930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBf94LbVP9I/AAAAAAAAADc/D85dzMmbUOQ/s320/P4280093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drool over bread sticks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBf-ibbVP-I/AAAAAAAAADk/VvSPfF5CSA0/s1600-h/P4280096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194900562626559970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBf-ibbVP-I/AAAAAAAAADk/VvSPfF5CSA0/s320/P4280096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for the free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194901043662897138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBf--bbVP_I/AAAAAAAAADs/-iRLed-xUhk/s320/P4280100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-5594886930188481694?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/5594886930188481694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=5594886930188481694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/5594886930188481694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/5594886930188481694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/04/blue-steel-or-crouching-tiger-hidden.html' title='Blue Steel or Crouching Tiger, Hidden Face'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBfzEbbVP7I/AAAAAAAAADM/NXtjKko3JgI/s72-c/P4210032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-4847927009197599685</id><published>2008-04-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:05:53.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan or W.A.M.?</title><content type='html'>Pan and I have been spending a lot of time together. I &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVADbbVP0I/AAAAAAAAACU/ceh0MKLD3tc/s1600-h/P4240077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194128172887916354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVADbbVP0I/AAAAAAAAACU/ceh0MKLD3tc/s320/P4240077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have been taking him everywhere in the car, to the store and on a road trip. Yes, I even took him to Wal-mart... he enjoyed it but I had to tear him out of the produce section. The guy just really loves fruit...not necessarily to eat..he just loves fruit...? I got some weird looks at the store but I don't mind. So far nobody has approached me as to what I am doing. I haven't even come up with an answer yet. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVBbbbVP1I/AAAAAAAAACc/LN4x7rvg1Bo/s1600-h/P4240078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194129684716404562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVBbbbVP1I/AAAAAAAAACc/LN4x7rvg1Bo/s320/P4240078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I'm going to play it off as normal like "What, you don't have a Little-wooden-man who has a strange fascination with commercially grown produce?" or (shrug) "Hey, this is America." or maybe I'll stare at their left ear until they leave. As you can tell, I really haven't come up with a good plan but that is just par for the course for me. I figure it out when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194131063400906594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVCrrbVP2I/AAAAAAAAACk/xxj3Z2a8_Tc/s320/P4240079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; But it has been a fun ride so far and speaking of ride...on Saturday Pan and I went on a road trip. Our church went on a trip to the temple in Baton Rouge, LA with our youth group. We had to meet the bus our stake rented at the church building at 0500. So Pan and I had drag our sleepy heads out of bed at 0345. Why that early? Mostly because Pan had to get ready. I know...you wouldn't think that a little-wood-man would need much prep work but you would be suprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVEyrbVP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/XEp1bJTYiHc/s1600-h/P4250081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194133382683246450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVEyrbVP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/XEp1bJTYiHc/s320/P4250081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan slept most of the way. While I was in the temple Pan stayed in the car and I warn you never, and I mean never, leave a little-wooden-man in a car for more then two hours- things get nasty...Trust Me! All in all we had a great time and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVG1LbVP4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/KiHtT7eD1tY/s1600-h/P4250082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194135624656174978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVG1LbVP4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/KiHtT7eD1tY/s320/P4250082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't leave without snapping a few pics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another person in the car suggested we rename Pan to W.A.M. (Wooden Articulated Man) I don't know...what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVHH7bVP5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/y-U0OThoUps/s1600-h/P4250084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194135946778722194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVHH7bVP5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/y-U0OThoUps/s320/P4250084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught him snoozing again on the way home. cozy, huh. But-I did have to get onto him for neglecting to wear his seat belt. Safety first, you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVEyrbVP3I/AAAAAAAAACs/XEp1bJTYiHc/s1600-h/P4250081.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-4847927009197599685?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/4847927009197599685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=4847927009197599685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/4847927009197599685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/4847927009197599685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/04/pan-or-wam.html' title='Pan or W.A.M.?'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBVADbbVP0I/AAAAAAAAACU/ceh0MKLD3tc/s72-c/P4240077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-2158488925742707205</id><published>2008-04-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:25:39.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and About</title><content type='html'>After coming up with the idea of Pan and then posting a blog about him and then the reaction that i got...not knowing that people would be so interested in the life of Pan... I found myself unsure as to where to go with this. I didn't know if i should just post pictures of Pan doing his Pan thing, if I should make a story about his life we (including me) could follow, or if there was some other way of presenting Pan to the world. You know, seeing were his potential lies. Maybe...maybe he would be an astronaut or or maybe a spokes little-wood-person for all the other little-wood-men or little-wood-women, out there whose voice hasn't been heard. The little-wood-men sitting on the artist desks and drawing tables putting in long hours with no pay and very little attention and NO RECOGNITION FOR THE WORK THAT THEY DO...I think that i have digressed a little. Needless to say, i still don't really know what path to go down, but I did decide Pan and i need to spend a little time together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were out i had another epiphany. Every group, group meaning more than one person, has to go through a series of phases. Pan and I are in the Norming Phase-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-At this stage, group members will be uncertain of the group's structure and its goals or a strategy for achieving them; they will as a result be quite dependent on the leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I guess I'm the leader-but...let's leave our options open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is still Storming, Norming and Conforming phases to get through. We'll see were they take us, but while you wait we have some pictures of our outing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBFIYrbVPuI/AAAAAAAAABk/IZLge0LRlIQ/s1600-h/P4220039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193011434146316002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBFIYrbVPuI/AAAAAAAAABk/IZLge0LRlIQ/s400/P4220039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBFIYrbVPuI/AAAAAAAAABk/IZLge0LRlIQ/s1600-h/P4220039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even a little-wood-man can mourn over gas prices!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBFIxLbVPvI/AAAAAAAAABs/3tXTrsYEJi4/s1600-h/P4220041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193011855053111026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBFIxLbVPvI/AAAAAAAAABs/3tXTrsYEJi4/s400/P4220041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pan showing me how hard it can be (sometimes) to be a little-wood-man in a human world. Kind of hard to call your Peeps in China if the phone is bigger than you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBFJp7bVPxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rQpBiAfo66E/s1600-h/P4210023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193012830010687250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBFJp7bVPxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rQpBiAfo66E/s320/P4210023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...? your guess is as good as mine. He gets weird like that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-2158488925742707205?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/2158488925742707205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=2158488925742707205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/2158488925742707205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/2158488925742707205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-about.html' title='Out and About'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SBFIYrbVPuI/AAAAAAAAABk/IZLge0LRlIQ/s72-c/P4220039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-6086988227700547322</id><published>2008-04-22T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:09:18.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SA7BYrbVPrI/AAAAAAAAABM/lJoIUvWceVQ/s1600-h/P4210029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192300050123144882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SA7BYrbVPrI/AAAAAAAAABM/lJoIUvWceVQ/s320/P4210029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made in China, packaged and shipped to a distribution house somewhere in this grand country-land of the free and home of the brave- a small art shop in Mobile Alabama put in a order in for a 12" wooden manikin. Pan was then shipped to said City and placed on display until there was...a Marzipan Moment. The attack happened on the way home from work. On I-10 between Michigan Ave. and Dauphin Island Parkway to be exact, the phone call went to my loving and understanding wife while staring at who now we know as Pan. Keep on the look out, for you should be seeing more of him, for Pan is going o&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SA69UbbVPqI/AAAAAAAAABE/khwxJJfHzQI/s1600-h/P4210030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192295579062189730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SA69UbbVPqI/AAAAAAAAABE/khwxJJfHzQI/s320/P4210030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n a grand adventure. One neither I or nor anybody in that dark Beijing sweat shop of his birth, knew upon his creation. Hope you enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-6086988227700547322?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/6086988227700547322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=6086988227700547322' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/6086988227700547322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/6086988227700547322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-pan_22.html' title='Meet Pan'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTDAe_g7Whw/SA7BYrbVPrI/AAAAAAAAABM/lJoIUvWceVQ/s72-c/P4210029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529280260086861584.post-8946066260010260095</id><published>2008-04-20T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:23:12.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marzipan Incident - The Begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;blink&gt;Marzipan-&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is believed to have originated in Persia (present-day Iran) and to have been introduced to Europe through the Turks, there is some dispute between Hungary and Italy over its origin. Marzipan became a specialty of the Baltic Sea region of Germany. In particular, the city of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lübeck&lt;/span&gt; has a proud tradition of marzipan manufacture (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lübecker&lt;/span&gt; Marzipan). The city’s manufacturers like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Niederegger&lt;/span&gt; still guarantee their Marzipan to contain two thirds almonds by weight, which results in a juicy, bright yellow product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Marzipan Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncooked:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 pound ground blanched almonds&lt;br /&gt;1/4 pound powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg white&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked:&lt;br /&gt;3 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;4 cups ground blanched almonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above would be all and good if this Blog was about Marzipan... but it's not. For everybody who really knows me knows that i have a little quirk. My attention span is not long and i get obsessed with (fill in the blank) very quickly and due to one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; moment in my life my family has dubbed these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; moments as "Marzipan moments". You'll have to ask my brother-in-law to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; it to you. So "The Marzipan Incident" is dedicated to those moments. What ever it is and how ever short it might be lived, it will be here. So stay tuned for the first because it was what inspired the blog. Excited? I know i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529280260086861584-8946066260010260095?l=themarzipanincident.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/feeds/8946066260010260095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529280260086861584&amp;postID=8946066260010260095' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/8946066260010260095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529280260086861584/posts/default/8946066260010260095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themarzipanincident.blogspot.com/2008/04/marzipan-incident-begining.html' title='The Marzipan Incident - The Begining'/><author><name>3rdshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06635253992329581191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
