<?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-1171973889532103225</id><updated>2012-02-29T14:41:51.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ways of the passive-aggressive asshole</title><subtitle type='html'>Yo, I'm awesome. I really like cookies. I make an amazing narcissist.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-6591057364324277305</id><published>2012-02-29T14:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T14:41:51.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some bro makes small talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;In class...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brah: "I made out with a chick 2 nights ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Oh well, I made out with myself last night. You know, the imaginary me is quite the machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#GetAwayYouScum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-6591057364324277305?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/6591057364324277305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=6591057364324277305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/6591057364324277305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/6591057364324277305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2012/02/some-bro-makes-small-talk.html' title='Some bro makes small talk'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5374262117212893122</id><published>2012-02-20T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T16:25:27.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine tasting with Mom + Buzz shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;At San Antonio Winery.....trying out a Madonna Riesling.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "If we ever go to a bar together, this is probably as close as it gets."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;At Ontario Mills...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "What are you looking for?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "Something to keep me warm when I go back to Shanghai?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "How about this micro mini skirt? Hey, you like what I got?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "Eh......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "Not so much?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "It looks okay." (shakes her head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "Yea, well...you don't look that great either."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-5374262117212893122?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5374262117212893122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5374262117212893122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5374262117212893122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5374262117212893122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2012/02/wine-tasting-with-mom-buzz-shopping.html' title='Wine tasting with Mom + Buzz shopping'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-530419736725895600</id><published>2012-02-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:34:19.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Owen's Bistro, Chino's biggest secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I've been busy and this night has been one of very few nights I get to have dinner with my parents nowadays. Nevertheless, we had a blast. Let me fill you in...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "This place is really nice. We might as well celebrate Valentine's tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Sure why not. You two got engaged PREMATURELY. Might as well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask my parents for that story. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Ryan, would you consider moving to China with us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (interrupts, teases) "Why? He putting a lot of effort to get rid of us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (scuffs) "Yea, all of my life's work."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-530419736725895600?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/530419736725895600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=530419736725895600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/530419736725895600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/530419736725895600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2012/02/at-owens-bistro-chinos-biggest-secret.html' title='At Owen&apos;s Bistro, Chino&apos;s biggest secret'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-2797045146922907599</id><published>2012-02-08T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:34:15.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Upland German Deli, a favorite part of town</title><content type='html'>Chit-chatting with Kristine and Edward, the owners, and I found out that they live one block away from me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: “Hey, I live there too! You know, near the open fields and happy cows. The nearby prison is looking pretty good too!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-2797045146922907599?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/2797045146922907599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=2797045146922907599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/2797045146922907599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/2797045146922907599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2012/02/at-upland-german-deli-favorite-part-of.html' title='At the Upland German Deli, a favorite part of town'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-2431391159493310718</id><published>2012-02-05T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:04:30.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Reading the label on a bottle of L'il Critter Gummy Vites...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "Parents may give each child up to two L'il Critter Gummy Vites per day. Can I have one?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "You're not a child!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "Oh, so it's for you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-2431391159493310718?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/2431391159493310718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=2431391159493310718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/2431391159493310718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/2431391159493310718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2012/02/reading-label-on-bottle-of-lil-critter.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-1566711436809147172</id><published>2012-02-02T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:34:44.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a fervent volunteer of a spiritual, recycling association</title><content type='html'>A coworker spots empty water bottles, a developing hoard, on my desk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: “Ryan, I’ve been meaning to ask you if I could recycle those bottles for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: “Oh, I recycle…in piles.” (When there’s no room left for them on my desk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: “I mean like I have a new use for them…repurposing. I can give them back to you tomorrow.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn’t care to ask about it but rather concede my selfish urge to dump my crap on her by replying…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: “Oh, just keep them! They’re not very…uh…uhhhhh….personal…to me.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-1566711436809147172?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/1566711436809147172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=1566711436809147172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1566711436809147172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1566711436809147172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-fervent-volunteer-of-spiritual.html' title='To a fervent volunteer of a spiritual, recycling association'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5922745501689101973</id><published>2012-01-22T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:37:13.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUM_sK81W28/TxyM83KPgJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WupwwfHBGCs/s1600/0122121008-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUM_sK81W28/TxyM83KPgJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WupwwfHBGCs/s320/0122121008-00.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ng5fZNZRgpU/TxyM66kIHgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_l52c6WkRMY/s1600/0122121009-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ng5fZNZRgpU/TxyM66kIHgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_l52c6WkRMY/s320/0122121009-00.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;James: "Is it rape if you liked it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "I dunno. Maybe you should write a children's book about it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-5922745501689101973?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5922745501689101973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5922745501689101973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5922745501689101973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5922745501689101973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2012/01/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUM_sK81W28/TxyM83KPgJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/WupwwfHBGCs/s72-c/0122121008-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-1491079551216243608</id><published>2011-10-18T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:06:29.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To an eccentric professor who is very...informative</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;At my psychological anthropology class, talking about the intersex movement...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor O'Rourke: "Jamie Curtis was intersex and had an ambiguous&amp;nbsp;genitalia. They made her into a girl because...it was easy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "I can understand why. Excuse me if I squirm."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-1491079551216243608?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/1491079551216243608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=1491079551216243608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1491079551216243608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1491079551216243608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-eccentric-professor-who-is.html' title='To an eccentric professor who is very...informative'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-9164916388303816389</id><published>2011-10-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:30:21.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To someone who may be slightly insecure about their straightness</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;In El Cajon with James. Some guy calls him a 'faggot' from a distance...coward.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: "Did someone just call me a 'faggot?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "I heard it too, but hey, that word describes my kind of guy." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-9164916388303816389?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/9164916388303816389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=9164916388303816389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/9164916388303816389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/9164916388303816389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-el-cajon-with-james.html' title='To someone who may be slightly insecure about their straightness'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-3939732034723553186</id><published>2011-10-01T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T18:28:34.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a cashier who takes their sweet time on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I was preordering Dark Souls for the 360 at a Gamestop in Chino Hills. At the register, I was asked for my phone number since I was in their record, but she "forgot" it three times for...obvious reasons ;) She was friendly so I warmed up to her pretty quick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;While processing my preorder...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: "May I see your ID?" (since Dark Souls is rated M)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is she really calling me out?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;"Yea, I put this&amp;nbsp;mustache&amp;nbsp;on just this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We giggles and she asks for my phone number the third time which Jean-Eric, a friend, told me that was the CUE to ask for hers. Yea, if I wasn't such a lunk-head, if my favorite color wasn't 'clear' and favorite food wasn't 'mud' because that's the only food I can spell, I would have.&amp;nbsp;She even "forgot" what I wanted to preorder a few times and even asked if I also wanted to preorder Rage.&amp;nbsp;I paid with my debit card with the Human Rights Campaign Visa signature....probably a bad move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see her again at the release night. We'll see how it goes. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-3939732034723553186?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/3939732034723553186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=3939732034723553186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3939732034723553186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3939732034723553186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-cashier-who-keeps-forgetting-your.html' title='To a cashier who takes their sweet time on you'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-77197920519073540</id><published>2011-09-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:06:59.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a friend being too self-conscious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0163b3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mark: "You ever send out an e-mail that gets completely misunderstood?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d35900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ryan: "All the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0163b3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mark: "I think I have upset a manager in another office."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ryan: "Just wear a cape and hold a staff to work the next day. Your manager would be more understanding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d35900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0163b3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Just attach a photo of yourself to every email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "Just so they know who they are dealing with."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-77197920519073540?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/77197920519073540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=77197920519073540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/77197920519073540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/77197920519073540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-friend-being-too-self-conscious.html' title='To a friend being too self-conscious'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-6572569353164982658</id><published>2011-09-26T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:18:50.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a coworker who is also a compulsive eBay-er</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;We haven't talked today until...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "49 minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (smiles) "Auction?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: "Teehee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eBays all the time...even for some mediocre everyday stuff. He tells me he does it for the thrill. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-6572569353164982658?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/6572569353164982658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=6572569353164982658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/6572569353164982658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/6572569353164982658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-coworker-who-is-also-compulsive-ebay.html' title='To a coworker who is also a compulsive eBay-er'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-8428617224665555004</id><published>2011-09-26T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:29:17.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a friend who is excessively suspicious about everything</title><content type='html'>The Skeptic: "You seem overly cheerful and easily amused by anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Smart Person: "Different moods and attitudes leave you paying attention to certain details of your everyday life. Ultimately, you're the gatekeeper of your perception. You're missing out a lot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-8428617224665555004?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/8428617224665555004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=8428617224665555004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/8428617224665555004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/8428617224665555004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-friend-who-is-excessively-suspicious.html' title='To a friend who is excessively suspicious about everything'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-860388275365032830</id><published>2011-09-23T12:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:51:50.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a sadomasochistic friend who is applying for med school</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;texting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Good luck on your presentation tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:"Hahaha thanks! Unfortunately, I would rather use that time forsecondaries (the second step in the application process). I have 17 ofthem to do now. /sadface"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Good luck with life then!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-860388275365032830?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/860388275365032830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=860388275365032830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/860388275365032830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/860388275365032830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-sadomasochistic-friend-applying-for_23.html' title='To a sadomasochistic friend who is applying for med school'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-234635611479004198</id><published>2011-09-23T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:43:09.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a friend who sells himself short</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;how to turn a frown upside down...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Good morning, Mr. Rugged Good Looks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "What you say in the mirror to begin each day is none of my business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Fine! My, you look like shit!!! So what's your secret?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-234635611479004198?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/234635611479004198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=234635611479004198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/234635611479004198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/234635611479004198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-friend-who-sells-himself-short_23.html' title='To a friend who sells himself short'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-3180128669692538975</id><published>2011-09-23T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T12:38:02.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;something I wrote in freshmen year of college...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Unexpected Question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day on the second week of my sophomore year in high school. I walked into one of the portables for my AP European History class. My AP teachers say they teach the courses at a college-level, but the classroom still made it feel like a high school class. There was the wooden globe on the bookshelf, the crummy, steel-welded chair desks, boxes of glue sticks and color markers, the same couple ditching class and making out in the corner outside, the P.E. students running by your room, and the random announcements interrupting the class. This is a familiar scene, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth period had started.  Mr. Burrell stood firmly behind the straw-colored podium with his belly pressed against it. He was a tall, stocky Caucasian guy, fresh out of college, with combed, gelled brown hair and an earring on his left ear. As Mr. Burrell placed his plumpish hands on the wooden edges, he began the class with a question: “Who here thinks putting all the homosexuals on an isolated island is wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young adolescent, I began to be aware of my own discomfort at the use of stereotypes as a justification for isolating and alienating a targeted group of people. I realized how a discrediting social label can change the way an individual view themselves and how they are viewed by others. Whenever certain people were singled out for ridicule, I would have desires to beat the crap out of the harassers like they owed me money. Metaphorically speaking, I usually give a nice smack upside the head to the fool with the not-so-funny-after-all punch line. But then, there was a struggle in responding towards the twist and abuse to the cliché: a flamboyant, gay man. I did not know much about the demographic involved and I did not have a friend who was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was hardly ever quiet, but seconds passed as the silence was broken only by the humming of the air conditioning.  My hand raised on its own. It took me by surprise. My friend Jen sat behind me, looking down at her desk with her hands folded. With my right arm still frozen in the air, I turned to my fellow classmates. I realized my hand was the only one raised. I sat petrified. “So Ryan, why do you think it’s wrong?” he asked as he leaned over the podium. A chill started to trickle up my spine. My stomach felt like a giant thimble pinned with a thousand needles. My head shook unsteadily towards the question: Why did I raise my hand? Mr. Burrell leaned farther over the podium, waiting for an answer. His fingers closed around the wooden edges of the podium. Blood pounded thick in my head. I had to say something. I replied, “Um…I don’t exactly know why I raised my hand.” I was not prepared to give my reasons, but my heart knew it was wrong. Especially as a developmentally-challenged adolescent, I became frustrated with not knowing how to articulate my feelings towards such profound topics. My maturing heart was being tested, but its young conviction could not penetrate the reckless ignorance of an authority. A swarm of emotions unleashed a legion of internal vortices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight beneath me enraged, as if I had woken to a thunderstorm. The cheeks rose on Mr. Burrell’s face as it shaped a dismaying smile. “Don’t be saying it’s wrong because your mom told you so,” he said, chuckling. His tone was intimidating. Everyone else sat still in their steel-welded chair desks. The gusty wind rolled the door open and sunlight spilled into the room. I looked above Mr. Burrell’s head, and then the Safe Zone sign loomed and the irony with it. Within me, the storm tossed me back down to the ground. My face was drained of expression. Trying to rally myself, I exhaled, slowed my breath, and crossed my arms. Seriously, he should not have asked that question so lightly. The homosexuals are still people.  I held my body still until my heartbeat matched the rhythm of the air conditioner. Mr. Burrell continued to ask the class with more controversial questions. I cared less of what was going on. Muffled voices drifted through the humming of the air conditioner. The thunder has met its clear calm. I knew what was right and I was determined not to step out in his class again. But, I wanted to know more about my fellow human beings in the LGBT community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years later. It was the weekend for some Nathan-and-me time. Nathan is a twenty-six year old gay man that I have become great friends with. He is the usual weekender who liberates me from being a couch potato in the dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ryan, I’m gonna take you to my finest dining.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white, Dodge pick-up truck stopped at a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan had a grin on his face. “Taco Bell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really now? Well if you are, I think I’m gonna yell ‘kidnap’ out the window.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Die.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what was I getting myself into? I never thought I would have a friend like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-3180128669692538975?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/3180128669692538975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=3180128669692538975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3180128669692538975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3180128669692538975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-piece-i-wrote-as-freshman-in.html' title='The Unexpected Question'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5963042273166632653</id><published>2011-08-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:19:49.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spotted Mom reading on her bed and started jumping on it like I did when I was little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mom: "What do you want?" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of petulant annoyance&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stops jumping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ryan: "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I lie down on the other side of the bed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puts the Bible down onto her lap, turning her head towards me &lt;/span&gt;"You just want to bug me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smirks&lt;/span&gt;) "You're the reason for living in a sense. Isn't that nice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-5963042273166632653?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5963042273166632653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5963042273166632653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5963042273166632653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5963042273166632653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-spotted-mom-reading-bible-on-her-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-2899349976136597705</id><published>2011-08-22T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:16:27.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was just telling Mark I couldn't watch flash at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ryan: "If only porn was in html5...someone's gonna be rich."&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "Or braille...someday..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-2899349976136597705?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/2899349976136597705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=2899349976136597705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/2899349976136597705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/2899349976136597705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-just-telling-mark-i-cant-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-604802048724069434</id><published>2011-08-09T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:27:54.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It was lunch time and she just returned from a trip. My mom looks into the fridge and asks...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "Son, did you make this sauce?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I've made plenty.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: &lt;i&gt;C'mon, Mom. You could be more specific.&lt;/i&gt; "Which one?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(She pulls a bowl of sauce and shows me from a distance.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: (smiles) "Sauce in a rice bowl? Sure, I've made one of those!" &lt;i&gt;...along with many others :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: "I think you put too much seasame oil in this one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "It's either 'too much' or 'too little' coming from you. You're a hard woman to satisfy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;...though there are some good things about her pessimism. :P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Mom pouts and then shows her teeth at me out of  petulant annoyance. )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-604802048724069434?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/604802048724069434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=604802048724069434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/604802048724069434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/604802048724069434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-my-mom.html' title='I miss my mom'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-6539578425885617678</id><published>2011-08-04T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:59:16.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy birthday ryan =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;yea, i heard you the first time &lt;img ev_id="137" style="height: 18px;" alt=":P" src="http://s.meebocdn.net/skin/default/img/emoticons/tongue.gif" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;how old today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oooh, legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;up yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;whoa u top too?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;i also provide castration services along with my escorting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;dude so hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;count me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;and chloroform rags as a bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;eff yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;why you always gotta bring up sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;we're just talking, ("Joe"). if it comes up, it's not my fault &lt;img ev_id="138" style="height: 18px;" alt=":P" src="http://s.meebocdn.net/skin/default/img/emoticons/tongue.gif" height="18" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-6539578425885617678?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/6539578425885617678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=6539578425885617678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/6539578425885617678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/6539578425885617678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/08/creeper.html' title='Creeper'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-3249223911514524359</id><published>2011-07-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:20:17.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking with my coworker, Joe (not the same "Joe")...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joe: "You know, some parts of China don't accept public bathrooms?"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Why is that? Lots of people meeting there for sex?"&lt;br /&gt;Joe: "Not everyone does things your way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-3249223911514524359?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/3249223911514524359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=3249223911514524359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3249223911514524359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3249223911514524359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/07/talking-with-my-coworker-joe.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-9187415388017506348</id><published>2011-07-15T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:08:04.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking with my younger sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ryan: "Mom is so old school."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (responding as a passerby) "What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "I said, 'Mom is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;.'"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-9187415388017506348?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/9187415388017506348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=9187415388017506348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/9187415388017506348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/9187415388017506348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/07/talking-with-my-younger-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-1941391898233364767</id><published>2011-07-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:02:43.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is key to inner peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a good friend who is just finishing up on his MBA at San Diego University...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "How's schooling?'&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "Getting closer to finishing with each passing moment. Not because I have done some homework but because time is elapsing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-1941391898233364767?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/1941391898233364767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=1941391898233364767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1941391898233364767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1941391898233364767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/07/with-good-friend-who-is-just-finishing.html' title='Procrastination is key to inner peace'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5210486589395572858</id><published>2011-07-08T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T09:34:40.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This memory was awhile ago, but I laughed when I recalled it...in the middle of long stares while walking on Santa Monica pier. I guess It was a quiet day at the pier now that I realize it.&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At church...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nate: "Just thought I drop by to say 'hey.'"&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (interrupts) "Alright, your job is done."&lt;br /&gt;Nate: (wipes his forehead) "Whew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen his expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-5210486589395572858?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5210486589395572858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5210486589395572858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5210486589395572858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5210486589395572858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-was-awhile-ago-but-i-laughed-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-1095277146354048474</id><published>2011-07-06T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:05:03.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's asshole is Ryan</title><content type='html'>SO I made a dick joke to someone who didn't have as much fun as I did over the long weekend. (homework vs. vegas)&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As he was telling me about his weekend been taken over by schooling...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "Well, don't worry. I took the fun for you."&lt;br /&gt;(dragging myself to redemption during these few seconds of silence, realizing my own stupidity&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (internal dialogue) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to come up with something!&lt;/span&gt;  "Um sooo, meaning if there's ever a serial rapist chasing after us, let me stay behind."&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;Win. Today's lesson: Balance the dick jokes with some relatively decent conversation...the bad with some good. Like adding some blueberries to your 100 proof Vodka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-1095277146354048474?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/1095277146354048474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=1095277146354048474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1095277146354048474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1095277146354048474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/07/todays-asshole-is-ryan.html' title='Today&apos;s asshole is Ryan'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-3936415933171017177</id><published>2011-06-27T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:22:23.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;hey cute boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;sorry the open sign between my legs isn't lit up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;oh, that must've been the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;"Joe": &lt;/span&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-3936415933171017177?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/3936415933171017177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=3936415933171017177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3936415933171017177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3936415933171017177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/06/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5826648767227154619</id><published>2011-06-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:01:23.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I am a passive-aggressive asshole and sometimes I retort with some snarky comment or what I like to call 'wits edged with barbs of truth.' But, I generally enjoy anyone's company and being eccentric, trying to create situations out of anything...or create awkwardness and such fail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, I try to criticize through humor as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I believe humor is a huge achievement in reflecting your own life with a brighter outlook and being able to progress with no limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So it's summer and I finally decided what to do with this blog (and other blogs currently in the making).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Every now and then I'll share an episode with an embedded life lesson but I won't get preachy.&lt;br /&gt;============================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On AIM with "Joe" (he's not out to everyone), an old friend and a huge flirt. We're just talking about my summer job as a logistics intern and how logisitics managers get paid like mad (median is 50-60/hour in California).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09:00] youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i'm only an intern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[09:00] youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;those guys are experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[09:01] youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;but there's A LOT of opportunity in logistics in LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[09:06] "Joe": &lt;/span&gt;awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[09:06] "Joe": &lt;/span&gt;sounds like a great opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[09:07] "Joe": &lt;/span&gt;for a cute kid like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[09:09] youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;thanks but i take flattery very lightly from whores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[09:09] "Joe": &lt;/span&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;[09:09] "Joe": &lt;/span&gt;bye ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[09:10] youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;no need to say bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(211, 89, 0);"&gt;[09:10] youngdragon144: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;you can just leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-5826648767227154619?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5826648767227154619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5826648767227154619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5826648767227154619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5826648767227154619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-know-i-am-passive-aggressive-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-7609317898879919831</id><published>2011-02-21T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:10:24.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy...</title><content type='html'>Or maybe I should chalk up to my incessant laziness...School's been doing a good job keeping me mentally busy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've been bringing up all sorts of topics and randomness in this blog, I figure I should make multiple blogs having their own themes...I don't expect to attract a huge audience but I figure it'd be nice to be consistent and organize my ruminations/goodwill sharings of YouTube vids. I'll think about this more during the upcoming spring break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-7609317898879919831?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/7609317898879919831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=7609317898879919831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7609317898879919831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7609317898879919831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-7322143523520703764</id><published>2011-01-19T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:50:36.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought...</title><content type='html'>How is "brainwashing" different from any form of social influence and socialization?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-7322143523520703764?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/7322143523520703764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=7322143523520703764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7322143523520703764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7322143523520703764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5577610366421834532</id><published>2011-01-01T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:04:59.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speaking from experience with social anxiety disorder, fear is something you have to accept (as human nature) and can't deny, but you can channel your fear and anxiety into something creative. For example, think of something funny or witty to go beyond your bitterness into positive thinking--a witty joke can even be edged with barbs of truth...to voice a legit concern in a more positive tone. If it's about stepping out of social anxiety, think of something funny or even spontaneous to say, transitioning from self-centered thinking about your fear to relational thinking to connect with others. The hard part is to accept and sustain the consequences of your actions whether or not you 'succeed,' but it makes all the difference. Struggles don't have to be perceive as failures but rather be reminders of what you value more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-5577610366421834532?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5577610366421834532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5577610366421834532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5577610366421834532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5577610366421834532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2011/01/speaking-from-experience-with-social.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-1064644747258185900</id><published>2010-12-28T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T18:47:08.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, people should be accepting. Yes, the church should be a place where you can be transparent and put all your crap on the table. Yes, yes and yes, but they're not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, early happy new years! I won't have the internets for awhile. I'm still working on my next big blog post about social networking and I hope to have it finished by next Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-1064644747258185900?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/1064644747258185900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=1064644747258185900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1064644747258185900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1064644747258185900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/12/yea-people-should-be-accepting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-7560298175298016753</id><published>2010-12-22T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:18:18.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="256"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=190508743&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=190508743&amp;amp;width=1337" height="256" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/190508743/"&gt;The Manatee&lt;/a&gt; by =&lt;a class="u" href="http://wernette.deviantart.com/"&gt;Wernette&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-7560298175298016753?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/7560298175298016753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=7560298175298016753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7560298175298016753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7560298175298016753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/12/teehee.html' title='Teehee'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-1820669837811533003</id><published>2010-12-19T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:50:12.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought</title><content type='html'>"There is no single best place to be raised...But one of the really good places to be raised is any place where you learn that there is no single best place to be raised." -Richard Sweder&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was born and raised in San Jose. I used to think and take pride that NorCal is full of down-to-earth people and SoCal is full of materialistic skanks, but from my experience down here, I learned it really depends on your attitude and who you run into. Humans compare things by default...it's not so much of a problem as it is human nature. Apart from bias, we can't always make firm judgments of someone's happiness or well-being.&lt;/span&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/1171973889532103225-1820669837811533003?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/1820669837811533003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=1820669837811533003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1820669837811533003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/1820669837811533003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-no-single-best-place-to-be.html' title='Random thought'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-6767074566836882764</id><published>2010-12-18T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:30:16.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting with my friend who compulsively steals</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Partially fiction. These are real texts but I'm only altering the context of the situation and changing the involved book titles for privacy purposes and good laughs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm in my Irvine apartment while my friend stops by my room at my parent's place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;950 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I borrow Level 26? I'll bring it back Xmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1031 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I'm gonna borrow hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1056 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Me) No! Don't! You can borrow Dead or Alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1056 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhoh...I just left...............:(((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1056 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1056 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1057 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Me) Yea...that wasn't cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1058 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you read it already. Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1059 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm headed towards Disneyland. I can meet you somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1059 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Me) Yea, I'm reading it after How to Stop Your Addiction to Stealing which is what I'm reading atm. Are you leaving today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I ended up letting my friend borrowing it and decided to read something else. It's life. It takes all kinds of people to make a world.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Tom Clancy, but dark psychothrillers get first dibs in my reading list. They're my thing. Don't worry, I don't own a suicide closet and I don't plan to harm myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-6767074566836882764?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/6767074566836882764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=6767074566836882764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/6767074566836882764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/6767074566836882764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/12/texting-with-my-friend-who-compulsively.html' title='Texting with my friend who compulsively steals'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-177258899441127458</id><published>2010-12-12T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:22:37.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of many awesome interpretations of Radiohead's "No Surprises"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;It could be applied to aging baby boomers who used to protest the government (You were so tired, happy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us) who have resignated themselves to high-stress jobs where they are subjected to heart disease or exposed to dangerous chemicals that are killing them (a job that slowly kills you), eating foods that clog their arteries and smoke and drink so that their body is full of poisons (A heart that's full up like a landfill), and they are slowly coming down with cancer, strokes, and heart attacks (some cancers have symptoms of bruises that don't go away and heart attacks and strokes can be brought on by blood clots blocking blood vessels and don't move), so they deal with businesses that poison the air (I'll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide) such as the automobile industry. No longer arguing or protesting (Silent, silent). They may be on their death bed with a terminal disease caused by their lifestyle of the aforementioned or it could be their last time mentioning their dissent before taking in a life of pure acquiescence (This is my final fit, my final bellyache). They trade in the thrill and flavor of their life for the security of assimilation and in exchange for acceptance they get their house in the suburbs complete with a yard and 2.5 children (Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden). And they don't want any stirring up of their past excitement (No alarms and no surprises, please)." -Imani110, commenter on SongMeanings.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Radiohead is a lyrical genius for gathering a legion of emotions into a song. That said, a song (or a poem or an inspirational quote) could be applied to many situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Also, watch this awesome cover by Regina Spektor. To enjoy this is to love her and Radiohead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sXKDL6WD9CQ?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Side note:&lt;/b&gt; It's good to be back on this blog (and metacognition...nerd alert...yay for dorks). I've made 3 posts this month so far. Last month (and the few months before that) I didn't post any, so I'm ahead of my own pace. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-177258899441127458?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/177258899441127458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=177258899441127458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/177258899441127458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/177258899441127458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-many-awesome-interpretations-of_12.html' title='One of many awesome interpretations of Radiohead&apos;s &quot;No Surprises&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sXKDL6WD9CQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-4368829251443786280</id><published>2010-12-10T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:02:40.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from someone w/ social anxiety "disorder"</title><content type='html'>Sometimes fear is the one to be feared, not out of resignation but to focus and resolve. It's not about your pimples, someone's bad breath, your new Mazda, or the enemy. A contrived peace can be a disguised consumption of fear. Uncertain times are difficult to ignore due to its realism. You are the gatekeeper of your own perception. Impossible? Only if you believe so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-4368829251443786280?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/4368829251443786280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=4368829251443786280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/4368829251443786280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/4368829251443786280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/12/words-from-someone-w-social-anxiety.html' title='Words from someone w/ social anxiety &quot;disorder&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-7606342482858552504</id><published>2010-12-03T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:22:52.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluative Research is awsum</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I've been neglecting you for awhile. I'll chalk it up to my incessant laziness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Southwest ever cancelled your flight while you’re all hunky-dory and ready to return home? Sh*t indeed happens, but hey, you can get credit for your next ticket while Southwest Airlines dumps you in like say Philadelphia for 3 winter days. Always look on the bright side. You probably already know this, but these credit offers are actually a technique to improve and maintain customer relations. If you didn’t know that, well as I twirl my thick moustache (if I had one, I probably would) like a dork, my ‘speculative intuition’ would say these gift card/credit balance offers prime the customers’ minds to stick with Southwest, thus, spending the credit would be the behavioral reinforcement to the retained loyalty. In other words, if it weren’t for the credit offer, you’d probably ditch Southwest. Along with Southwest, online department stores like Amazon also do credit offers (along with many other “evil” techniques) for refunds and trade-ins. So it goes like this: if you’re unsatisfied with a product and then decide to return it, you’re stuck with unused store credit. You get the idea. Pretty crafty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that’s not news for you, well there’s actually a lot of psychological research behind all this, in improving customer relations. This would be called evaluative research which is a type of applied psychology research, especially done by big businesses. I’ll share a bit about what it is: the purpose of evaluative research is to improve, for examples, specific programs or specific product features and etc. The methods would be adequate, not “gold-plated”, but adequate enough to be done quickly and cheaply. It’s not the kind of research that’s seeking some fundamental understanding of like say happiness, adolescence or anything academic. Non-applied psychology research tends to use more elaborate methods. Jo-ann Fabrics has done their homeworks and came up with something really bizarre, but surprisingly effective. Joann Fabrics would have deals like “Buy 2 Sewing Machines and Save 10%.” Who the hell wants 2 sewing machines?! Ok...sweatshops. Maybe share the good will with a friend? Silly enough, that’s what Joann fabrics was shooting for. This taken-for-granted idea actually transforms customers into salespersons. Shockingly, this kind of offer actually boosted revenues by increasing the number of consistent customers due to the chain reaction of referrals.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more examples of applied evaluative research:&lt;br /&gt;• Charities and Political Campaigns do research to find which appeals increase giving&lt;br /&gt;• Online Newspapers and Blog sites test how different layouts increase the probability of readers clicking through to articles&lt;br /&gt;• Article on business models behind social gaming:&lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/news/6284524.html"&gt;http://www.gamespot.com/news/6284524.html&lt;/a&gt; (The article has moral suggestions but looking at things with a moral lens is a way of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;getting an easy, tangible understanding of a new concept. So you don’t have to buy into all of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;its morals, but basically, emotion increases memory consolidation. PSA: And now you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so what can you take out of this? That’s up to you. If you were my mom taking my emptied tin lunchbox and asking, “So Ryan, what did you learn in school?” I would say, “Well…Today, I learned that my teacher is nice *kekeke*,” but apart from that, I would usually share something interesting such as this. One of the valuable lessons could be: to rationalize the ‘teaser’ shopping offers. You don’t have to know the true psychology behind every coupon or bonus you get, but questioning them may help you refrain from experiencing buyer’s remorse, especially for the compulsive shoppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Side Note/Blog Outtake&lt;/b&gt;: You know what would be super awesome/dorky? Getting my hands on evaluative research behind Facebook features like the ‘like’ button. &lt;i&gt;Nerd alert: The ‘like’ button and Facebook features alike that are taken at face value and for granted may actually suggest research on how this generation is widely accepting social networking. From a historical perspective, early newspapers have been used to impose nationalism in developing countries but they also instilled imagined communities between people of far distances—with the help of a standardized language and instilling a notion of ‘us’ as a ‘nation.’ There has to be some grounds laid out and social processes that shaped our brains to accept social networking as a pervasive part of our everyday life in order for us to experience real-life consequences from imagined, shared events.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-7606342482858552504?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/7606342482858552504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=7606342482858552504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7606342482858552504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7606342482858552504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/12/evaluative-research-is-awsum_03.html' title='Evaluative Research is awsum'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-7025492818717049224</id><published>2010-03-02T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:50:19.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rather than being called narcissists, can baby boomers be seen as a generation of realists adapting to social pressures of ageism and to attain "eternal youth" in order to live a secure life (ex: getting and keeping a job for looking younger)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-7025492818717049224?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/7025492818717049224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=7025492818717049224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7025492818717049224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/7025492818717049224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2010/03/rather-than-being-called-narcissists.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-4588442445494263407</id><published>2009-04-20T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:42:09.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communio Manifestoon</title><content type='html'>Watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbTIJ9_bLP4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brilliant video whether you agree with Communism or not, but it does put Capitalism into perspective and gives a good sum of Marx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this: Keep in mind that Communio Manifesto was specifically written about the 1848 revolutions as part of a historical progress, what would Marx say about the demonstrated forms of Communism? What is Communism?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-4588442445494263407?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/4588442445494263407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=4588442445494263407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/4588442445494263407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/4588442445494263407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2009/04/communio-manifestoon.html' title='Communio Manifestoon'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5334477625070097946</id><published>2009-01-23T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:41:58.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be a Sunday school teacher for Obama Youth</title><content type='html'>Since Obama became President, my brain cells are suddenly activated. Now I can be a good father, or plant some trees, stop giving the finger, flush the toilet after taking a piss, or maybe even turn off my lights.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine makes a good point: "I am a vigorous Obama supporter; I campaigned for him, I knocked doors for  the campaign and I was elated to see him inaugurated today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes too  far. I will not pledge to serve any President. The iconography and glorification  of him smacks of personality cult and loses sight of the fact that political  progress was supposed to be about being a responsible citizen of the world and  wanting to do right by each other, not to glorify or server our leaders. They  serve US, not the other way around." &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/1171973889532103225-5334477625070097946?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5334477625070097946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5334477625070097946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5334477625070097946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5334477625070097946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-obama-became-president-my-brain.html' title='I wanna be a Sunday school teacher for Obama Youth'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-4691150119034013077</id><published>2009-01-13T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:12:26.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>James Bryant: "I would like to retire in the Philipines one day."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: "Well, you gonna need a job first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-4691150119034013077?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/4691150119034013077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=4691150119034013077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/4691150119034013077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/4691150119034013077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2009/01/james-bryant-i-would-like-to-retire-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-933827651345515198</id><published>2009-01-11T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:10:51.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reality is under our feet&lt;br /&gt;And the feet of the blind&lt;br /&gt;Hope, to some people&lt;br /&gt;It is for the naively optimistic&lt;br /&gt;For some others&lt;br /&gt;Hope is all they have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-933827651345515198?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/933827651345515198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=933827651345515198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/933827651345515198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/933827651345515198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2009/01/reality-is-under-our-feet-and-feet-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-8215507027591029630</id><published>2008-12-15T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:33:01.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convo with Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Mom recently turned 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "Mom, why do you get a new purse each month? Why can't you save up for a very nice-looking one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Because I don't buy new clothes. Clothes are so ugly these days, they don't look good on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great attitude! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-8215507027591029630?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/8215507027591029630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=8215507027591029630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/8215507027591029630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/8215507027591029630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2008/12/convo-with-mom.html' title='Convo with Mom'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-3837333468083037643</id><published>2008-11-24T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:43:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this Rachel girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SSubEnPzNKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zeTR_dYrtF8/s1600-h/n578498202_1690425_9759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SSubEnPzNKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zeTR_dYrtF8/s400/n578498202_1690425_9759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272478292324332706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So I was looking at a friend's profile picture and I found one of the comments worthy to share)&lt;br /&gt;"You can't be serious. This world is getting beyond ridiculous...What this sign is really saying is that Dogs poop and bark, picnics are not wild and free, birds should get over the fact that we took over their natural habitat, and that strangers are waiting to snatch up children at random and commit horrible crimes unto them. FOR EVERYONE'S SAFTEY, PLEASE JUST WATCH TV AND EAT FAST FOOD AND DON'T GO OUTSIDE UNLESS IT'S TO SHOP FOR BULLSHIT YOU DONT NEED AND POLLUTE MOTHER EARTH SOME MORE."- Rachel Trousdale&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=1202946462" class="profile_link"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-3837333468083037643?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/3837333468083037643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=3837333468083037643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3837333468083037643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/3837333468083037643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-this-rachel-girl.html' title='I like this Rachel girl'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SSubEnPzNKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zeTR_dYrtF8/s72-c/n578498202_1690425_9759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-4363345791327246574</id><published>2008-08-14T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:18:36.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photogenic much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTI_sBK0wI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rtslq9Cxh9U/s1600-h/IMGP1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTI_sBK0wI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rtslq9Cxh9U/s320/IMGP1227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234529663384736514" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd year of Kindergarten (special ed - language therapy for delayed development in communications...b/c I was Asian? go figure.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-4363345791327246574?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/4363345791327246574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=4363345791327246574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/4363345791327246574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/4363345791327246574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2008/08/photogenic-much.html' title='Photogenic much?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTI_sBK0wI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Rtslq9Cxh9U/s72-c/IMGP1227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-8249586937515556191</id><published>2008-08-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:16:04.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was like sunshine in my mouth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After lunch. In the elevator with "Joe," heading to 9th floor of UMAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "You smell like crab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "At least I smell like t3h best crab cake in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sptimes.com/2007/05/20/images/xlarge/Latitud_lat_cra_1607418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.sptimes.com/2007/05/20/images/xlarge/Latitud_lat_cra_1607418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea yea...you wouldn't believe it. It was so good that I'd throw it up and eat it again. Go to Faidley's Seafood, next to the World Famous Lexington Market. Don't get the regular crab cake $5, but get 'the' All Lump crab cake for $15. They may call you 'baby' or 'love'. Tip them a dollar or two. Your hot sauce and napkins are on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c273/s_b_man18/DSC01364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c273/s_b_man18/DSC01364.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faidley's is also well-known for their oysters...no prescriptions required. Tell your parents to try them or recommend this spot on their anniversary or 'missions trip.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-8249586937515556191?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/8249586937515556191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=8249586937515556191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/8249586937515556191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/8249586937515556191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-like-sunshine-in-my-mouth.html' title='It was like sunshine in my mouth...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5992521350746504416</id><published>2008-08-11T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:18:12.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, In Andrew's Lab...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew chats with Sandy on the Meebo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ryan sits on one of them office roller chairs and approaches Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Andrew pauses and turns to me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ryan: "Oh oops, you lost your train of thought."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Ryan rolls away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: "The love train of thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cj_whitehound.madasafish.com/Rats_Nest/Norway_Rats/artwork/Cranberry_looking_down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cj_whitehound.madasafish.com/Rats_Nest/Norway_Rats/artwork/Cranberry_looking_down.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-5992521350746504416?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5992521350746504416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5992521350746504416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5992521350746504416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5992521350746504416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-in-andrews-lab.html' title='Today, In Andrew&apos;s Lab...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-5875815475492782948</id><published>2008-07-21T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:44:04.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight, not a "superhero flick"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/movie/The-Dark-Knight-Batman-1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/movie/The-Dark-Knight-Batman-1230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To die is easy, but Batman lives to another burden. I dig him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And no, this isn't the post I've been working on. In fact, I wasn't working on anything, so I'll just chalk it up to my incessant laziness. Don't worry I'll be in Baltimore and NYC for the next 2.5 weeks. You'll hear from me about the trip.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1171973889532103225-5875815475492782948?l=omglolggpwned.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/feeds/5875815475492782948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1171973889532103225&amp;postID=5875815475492782948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5875815475492782948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1171973889532103225/posts/default/5875815475492782948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omglolggpwned.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-die-is-easy-but-batman-lives-to.html' title='The Dark Knight, not a &quot;superhero flick&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05488341485239316702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8aSM9uVe7to/SKTMUaxGfMI/AAAAAAAAABI/mUxZZGcG6aY/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171973889532103225.post-2815040607283762420</id><published>2008-07-17T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:15:03.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of a Good Read?</title><content type='html'>If you're running short on time or only have a minute or two, scroll down and read the text shaded in blue at least.&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.ctinquiry.org/publications/reflections_volume_6/hauerwas.htm"&gt;Center of Theological Inquiry - Reflections : Stanley Hauerwas "Dietrich Bonhoeffer on Truth and Politics"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;br /&gt;on Truth and Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Outdated models of the relationship of science         and theology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  can be discarded in favor of a joint exploration into a common reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  some aspects of which will prove, in the end, to be ultimate, and thus divine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;By Stanley Hauerwas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;About the Author:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Stanley Hauerwas is the Gilbert         T. Rowe Professor of Theological Ethics at the Divinity School of Duke University.         Though he is often identified as an ethicist, his primary intent is to show         in what ways theological convictions make no sense unless they are actually         embodied in our lives. A graduate of Southwestern University, he earned his         Ph.D. from Yale University and the D.D. from the University of Edinburgh.         After 14 years on the faculty of the University of Notre Dame (1970-1984),         he joined the faculty of Duke University in 1984, and served as Director         of Graduate Studies from 1985-1991. Of his many books, perhaps the best known         are &lt;em&gt;The Peaceable Kingdom, A Community of Character, Suffering Presence&lt;/em&gt;,         and (with Will Willimon) &lt;em&gt;Resident Aliens: Life in the Christian Colony&lt;/em&gt;.         His most recent books are &lt;em&gt;Christians Among the Virtues&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Wilderness         Wanderings: Probing Twentieth Century Theology&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Sanctify Them         In the Truth: Holiness Exemplified&lt;/em&gt;. He delivered the prestigious Gifford         Lectureship at the University of St. Andrews, Scotland in 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;I. Bonhoeffer's Passion for Truth&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;It is not accidental that my account of Bonhoeffer as a political theologian     makes him an ally of John Howard Yoder. Bonhoeffer, like Yoder, sought to       recover the visibility of the church amid the ruins of Christendom from       the beginning     to the end of his life. To so interpret Bonhoeffer risks making him subject     to the same criticism so often directed at Yoder—i.e., Bonhoeffer’s     account of the church makes the church politically irrelevant. Those tempted     to so criticize Bonhoeffer, of course, have to give some account for the political     character of his life. For example, they might suggest that Bonhoeffer’s     life was more political than his theology or that Bonhoeffer’s theology     is particularly well suited for totalitarian contexts but fails to provide     an adequate account of how Christians should live in democratic societies. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;In this lecture I hope to counter those tempted to make these kind of       criticisms by developing Bonhoeffer’s understanding of the relation between truth     and politics. In short I will try to show that Bonhoeffer rightly understood     that the gift the church gives to any politics is the truthful proclamation     of the Gospel. As far as I know, Bonhoeffer’s understanding of truth     and politics has seldom been commented on or analyzed. One of the reasons     may well be the general assumption that truth and politics, particularly     in democratic     regimes in which compromise is the primary end of the political process,     do not mix.&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; Yet I hope to show that Bonhoeffer saw clearly     that such a view of politics abandons the political realm to violence. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I should be candid that (as we say in the South) I also have a dog in this     fight. Because I am so influenced by Yoder I am often accused of abandoning     the politics necessary to achieve relative justice.&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; My oft-made     claim that the first task of the church is not to make the world more just     but to make the world be more the world is interpreted as a call for Christians     to withdraw from the world. By focusing on Bonhoeffer’s understanding     of how the church serves the world by being God’s truthful witness,     I hope to direct attention to the same theme in my own work. For it has always     been my conviction, a conviction I believe I learned from Barth, that the     character     of a society and state is to be judged by the willingness to have the Gospel     preached truthfully and freely.&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; By drawing on Bonhoeffer’s     understanding of the significance of truthfulness, I hope to show the political     significance of the Christian refusal to lie.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Bonhoeffer was a relentless critic of any way of life that substituted       agreeableness for truthfulness. For example in a speech he gave in 1932       at the Youth Peace     Conference in Czechoslovakia, he attacked attempts to secure unity by focusing     on “practical” issues rather than fundamental issues of theology.     According to Bonhoeffer to ignore questions of theology, truth plays into the     hands of the forces that the ecumenical movement was meant to counter. For     example, Bonhoeffer observes that because there is no theology of the ecumenical     movement, “ecumenical thought has become powerless and meaningless,     especially among German youth, because of the political upsurge of nationalism.” &lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Bonhoeffer     observes: &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No good at all can come from acting before the world and one’s           self as though we knew the truth, when in reality we do not. This truth is too           important for that, and it would be a betrayal of this truth if the church were           to hide itself behind resolutions and pious so-called Christian principles, when           it is called to look the truth in the face and once and for all confess its guilt           and ignorance. Indeed, such resolutions can have nothing complete, nothing clear           about them unless the whole Christian truth, as the church knows it or confesses           that it does not know it, stands behind them. Qualified silence might perhaps           be more appropriate for the church today than talk which is very unqualified.           That means protest against any form of the church which does not honour the question       of truth above all things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Bonhoeffer saw little point to theological engagement if truth does not       matter. He was, for example, quite critical of his fellow students at Union       Theological       Seminary. In his report of his study at Union in 1930-1, he noted that       the upbringing and education of American students was essentially different       from       the education       German students receive. According to Bonhoeffer, to understand the American       student, you need to experience life in a hostel which produces a spirit       of comradeship as well as a readiness to help one another. The unreservedness       of life together, “the       thousandfold ‘hullo’,” manifests the American desire before       all else to maintain community. In America, in the tension between the attempt       to say the truth and the will for the community, the latter always prevails.       Fairness, not truth, becomes the primary commitment necessary to sustain community       for Americans. As a result “a certain levelling in intellectual demands       and accomplishments” shapes the life of the American educational       institutions. Intellectual competition and ambition are lacking, making       innocuous the work     done in seminar, discussion, and lecture.&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Bonhoeffer’s views of his fellow students reflected his general account         of American religious and political life. His observation that America     represents a form of “Protestantism without Reformation” is often     quoted, but why he thought such a characterization appropriate is seldom explored.     Bonhoeffer         thought the “Protestant fugitives” who came to America did         not come to enact another struggle. Rather Protestants claimed the right “to         forgo the final suffering in order to be able to serve God in quietness         and peace .         . . .In the sanctuary there is no longer a place for strife. Confessional         stringency and intolerance must cease for the person who has himself         shunned intolerance.         With his right to flee the Christian fugitive has forfeited the right         to fight. So, at any rate, the American Christian understands the matter.” &lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Because the American student of theology sees the question of truth primarily           in the light of this understanding of community, preaching cannot aspire           to the truthful proclamation of the Gospel. Rather “preaching           becomes an edifying narration of examples, a ready recital of his own           religious           experiences, which           are not of course assigned any positively binding character.” &lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; As           a result, the relation of denominations to each other in America is           not one that represents a struggle for the truth in preaching or doctrine.           One might           think,           Bonhoeffer reflects, that such a situation would be favorable for the           possibility of the unity of the churches of Jesus Christ. If the struggle           for truth           no longer divides the church, then surely the unity of the church must           already           exist. Yet           just the opposite is the case. “Precisely here, where the question           of truth is not the criterion of church communion and church division,           disintegration is greater than anywhere else. That is to say, precisely           where the struggle           for           the right creed is not the factor which governs everything, the unity           of the church is more distant than where the creed alone unites and           divides the church.” &lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Christians came to America having fought hard to renounce confessional             struggles. Subsequent generations born free of the battles for which             their forebears             fought no longer think it necessary to fight about anything. The       struggle over the creed             which occasioned the flight of their fathers and mothers becomes—for their             sons and daughters—something that is itself unchristian. “Thus             for American Christianity the concept of tolerance         becomes the basic principle of everything Christian. Any intolerance             is in itself         unchristian.” &lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; Because         Christians in America have no place for the conflict truthfulness requires, they         contribute to the secularization of society;&lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; a society, moreover,         which finds itself unable to subject politics to truth and the conflict truthfulness         requires.&lt;sup&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; Tolerance becomes indifference and indifference         leads to cynicism. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;       Bonhoeffer’s criticism of the American theology, education, and politics         reflect his lifelong passion to speak the truth. For example, in a letter       to Bishop Ammundsen on August 8, 1934 Bonhoeffer discusses the upcoming       conference at Fano and the address he was to give. Bonhoeffer confesses       he is more worried         about those who identify with opposition to Hitler than with the German       Christians. The former will be worried that they should not appear unpatriotic,       but they         must recognize that those that come together at Fano do so not as Germans,         Danes, or Swiss but as Christians. Bonhoeffer continues:      &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Precisely because of our attitude to the state, the conversation                 here must be completely honest, for the sake of Jesus Christ and the ecumenical                 cause. We must make it clear—fearful as it is—that the time                 is very near when we shall have to decide between National Socialism and                 Christianity. It may be fearfully hard and difficult for us all, but we                 must get right to the root of things, with open Christian speaking and                 no diplomacy. And in prayer together we will find the way. I feel that                 a resolution ought to be framed—all evasion is useless. And if the                 World Alliance in Germany is then dissolved—well and good, at least                 we will have borne witness that we were at fault. Better that than to go                 on vegetating in this untruthful way. Only complete truth and truthfulness                 will help us now. I know that many of my German friends think otherwise.                 But I ask you urgently to appreciate my views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;“Only complete truth and truthfulness will help us now” was not     just a reflection of Bonhoeffer’s understanding of the challenge presented     by the rise of Hitler. For Bonhoeffer, Hitler or no Hitler, the peace and justice     any social order might try to achieve was impossible without truth. “There     can only be a community of peace when it does not rest on &lt;em&gt;lies&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;injustice&lt;/em&gt;.” &lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; The     mistake of Anglo-Saxon thought is the subordination of truth and justice     to the ideal of peace. Indeed, such a view assumes that the very existence     of     peace is proof that truth and justice have prevailed. Yet such a view is     illusory just to the extent that the peace that is the reality of the Gospel     is identified     with the peace based on violence. No peace is peace but that which comes     through the forgiveness of sins. Only the peace of God preserves truth and     justice.     So “neither a static concept of peace (Anglo-Saxon thought) nor even     a static concept of truth (the interpretation put forward by Hirsch and Althaus)     comprehends the Gospel concept of peace in its troubled relationship to the     concepts of truth and righteousness.” &lt;sup&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;For Bonhoeffer nothing less than the truth of the Gospel was at stake       in the confrontation with Hitler. Bethge observes that Bonhoeffer’s       famous radio address in 1933 which criticized the &lt;em&gt;Fuhrer&lt;/em&gt; concept     was not based on liberal democratic ideas, but rather reflected Bonhoeffer’s     concern with authority.&lt;sup&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; According to Bonhoeffer, in the past,     leadership was expressed through the office of the teacher, the statesman,     and the father, but now the “Leader” has become an end in himself.     When leadership was based on office, leadership required commitment to standards     that were public and therefore capable of some rational justification. But     the new leadership is based on choice answering to nothing other than its     own self-justification.&lt;sup&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Sociologically Bonhoeffer attributes this change to the breakdown of German     society after the First World War. After the war the German people felt lost,     dominated by techniques intended to dominate nature now turned against their     makers, distrusting all political, philosophical, and religious ideologies,     and overwhelmed by the insignificance of the individual confronted by the       dull power of the mass. The significance of the individual and the possibility       of     real community seemed to be forever destroyed. “The individually formed,     autonomous personality and the idea divorced from reality seemed to have     gone bankrupt. And from this need there now arose the passionate call for     a new     authority, for association, for community.” &lt;sup&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; Hitler,     the leader who exploited this hunger for significance, mocks God and in so     doing becomes himself an idol no longer subject to truthful correction.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Bonhoeffer’s criticism of American religious and political life as well     as his analysis of the rise of Hitler can make uncomfortable reading for some     who admire his opposition to Hitler but do not consider Bonhoeffer’s     own understanding of why Hitler must be opposed. Bonhoeffer’s assumption     that truth matters makes him an unlikely ally of the widespread assumption     that—given no one knows the truth—the best we can do ecclesially     and politically is to be tolerant. Moreover, it may be objected that it is     by no means clear what Bonhoeffer took truth to be. I hope to show the best     way to respond to those that fear the “conservative” implications     of Bonhoeffer’s passion for truth as well as his understanding of truth     is to be found in his essay that appears in his &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, “What     Is Meant By ‘Telling the Truth’?” Not only does this essay     make clear that from the beginning to the end of his life truth mattered to     Bonhoeffer, but even more importantly we see that he understood that far more     significant than giving us a “theory of truth,” is giving us     an account of what it means to be truthful.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;2. Bonhoeffer on “Telling the Truth”&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Joseph Fletcher claims Bonhoeffer’s essay, “What Is Meant By ‘Telling     the Truth?’“is as radical a version of the situational method     as any Christian relativist could call for.” &lt;sup&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; Fletcher’s     description of Bonhoeffer’s position is so far off the mark I am tempted     to call Fletcher a liar. He surely must have known better or, at least, be     a better reader than his description of Bonhoeffer’s position seems to     suggest. However given the mis-characterizations of positions so prominent     in Fletcher’s work it may be a mistake to attribute to Fletcher the     intentional deception Bonhoeffer thinks often characteristic of the liar;     which is but     a reminder that it is as least as difficult to describe lying as it is to     learn to speak truthfully. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Fletcher may well have been misled by Bonhoeffer’s claim that “‘telling     the truth’may mean something different according to the particular situation     in which one stands. Account must be taken of one’s relationship at     each particular time. The question must be asked whether and in what way     a man is     entitled to demand truthful speech of others.” &lt;sup&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt; It is     also true that Bonhoeffer argues that in formal terms the description of     the lie     as a discrepancy between thought and speech is inadequate. There is a way     of speaking which can be correct, but still a lie, i.e. when a notorious     liar     for once tells “the truth” in order to mislead or when a correct     statement contains a deliberate ambiguity or omits something essential necessary     to know the truth.&lt;sup&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Bonhoeffer’s account of the lie is determined by his understanding     of reality. We are obligated to speak truthfully about reality but we must     remember that reality names not only what is “out there” but our     relation to what is “out there.” According to Bonhoeffer every     word we speak should be true. To be sure, the veracity of what we say matters;     but the relation between ourselves and others which is expressed in what we     say is also a matter of truth or untruth. “The truthful word is not in     itself constant; it is as much alive as life itself. If it is detached from     life and from its reference to the concrete other man, if ‘the truth     is told’without taking into account to whom it is addressed, then this     truth has only the appearance of truth, but it lacks its essential character.” &lt;sup&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; Bonhoeffer     observes that some may object to this understanding of truthfulness on the     grounds that truthful speech is not owed to this or that individual person,     but to God. Bonhoeffer responds that this is of course correct as long as     one remembers that God is not a “general principle, but the living     God who has set me in a living life and who demands service of me within     this living     life.” &lt;sup&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Bonhoeffer acknowledges that the concept of the living truth is dangerous     just to the extent it may give the impression that the truth can be tailored     to fit this or that situation, making it difficult to tell the difference       between truth and falsehood. The complexity of Bonhoeffer’s account, however,     does not lead him to equivocate about lying. For example, he says that one     might think that the man who stands behind his word makes his word a lie or     a truth, but that is not enough because&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;“the lie is something objective     and must be defined accordingly.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Bonhoeffer gives the example of a child who is asked in front of the class     by a teacher if his father often comes home drunk. In fact, the student’s     father does often come home drunk, but in answer to the teacher the child denies     that the teacher’s description is true. According to Bonhoeffer, the     child rightly lies in answer to a question that should have never been asked     in a classroom. Bonhoeffer explains that “the family has its own secret     and must preserve it,” which the teacher has failed to respect. Ideally     the child would have the ability to answer the teacher in a manner that would     have protected the family as well as the rule of the school. But that is to     expect more from a child than should be expected. Bonhoeffer does not deny     that “the child’s answer can indeed be called a lie; yet this lie     contains more truth, that is to say, it is more in accordance with reality     than would have been the case if the child had betrayed his father’s     weakness in front of the class. According to the measure of his knowledge     the child acted correctly. The blame for the lie falls back entirely upon     the teacher.” &lt;sup&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It is against this background that we can appreciate Bonhoeffer’s claim     that “telling the truth is something which must be learnt.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; He     acknowledges that this will sound shocking to anyone that thinks telling the     truth depends on moral character and if we have a good character then not lying     is child’s play. But if the ethical cannot be divorced from reality,     then continual practice in learning to discern and appreciate reality is a     necessary ingredient in ethical action. That we must learn to tell the truth,     that we must develop the skills of description to tell the truth, is the background     presumption necessary to understand Bonhoeffer’s remark that only the     cynic claims “to speak the truth” at all times and places.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Bonhoeffer’s insistence that politics can never be divorced from truth     is prismatically illumined by his understanding of cynicism. In a letter to     Bethge in December, 1943 Bonhoeffer reports he is working on his essay on “What     is ‘speaking the truth’?” in which he is trying to draw a     sharp contrast between trust, loyalty, and secrecy and the “cynical” conception     of truth. According to Bonhoeffer “anyone who tells the truth cynically     is lying.” &lt;sup&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt; Yet cynicism is the vice that fuels the     habits to sustain a politics that disdains the truth. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;For example, in &lt;em&gt;Letters and Papers From Prison&lt;/em&gt; Bonhoeffer     writes to Bethge (December, 1943) describing a fellow prisoner who has simply     come undone in prison. Bonhoeffer relates that this man now consults Bonhoeffer     about every little thing as well as reporting to Bonhoeffer every detail of     his life such as when he has cried. Bonhoeffer’s fellow prisoner simply     has no life that he does not expose. This occasions in Bonhoeffer a remarkable     reflection in which he tells Bethge he has been thinking again about what     he wrote recently about fear: &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I think that here, under the guise of honesty, something             is being passed off as ‘natural’that is at bottom a symptom             of sin; it is really quite analogous to talking openly about sexual matters.             After all, “truthfulness” does not mean uncovering everything             that exists. God himself made clothes for men; and that means that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;em&gt;n             statu corruptionis&lt;/em&gt; many things in human life ought to remain covered,             and that evil, even though it cannot be eradicated, ought at least to be             concealed. Exposure is cynical, and although the cynic prides himself on             his exceptional honesty, or claims to want truth at all costs, he misses             the crucial fact that since the fall there must be reticence and secrecy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Bonhoeffer is quite aware that secrecy can also be the breeding ground       of the lie. The reticence and the secrecy Bonhoeffer is intent on protecting       is     the reticence that sustains relationships such as marriage and the family       that should not be subjected to the gaze sponsored by ideological formations.       What     concerns him is how language itself is debased, made incapable of truth,       by its misuse in the interest of “community.” Each word, for example     the word of command, which rightly is used in public service, must be rightly     used if we are to be truthful. For example, commands—if used in the family—can     sever the bonds of mutual confidence that sustains the trust crucial to family     life.&lt;sup&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt; But from Bonhoeffer’s perspective modern developments     have rendered words incapable of truthful expression: &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is a consequence of the wide diffusion of the           public word through the newspapers and the wireless that the essential character           and the limits of the various different words are no longer clearly felt           and that, for example, the special quality of the personal word is almost           entirely destroyed. Genuine words are replaced by idle chatter. Words no           longer possess any weight. There is too much talk. And when the limits of           the various words are obliterated, when words become rootless and homeless,           then the word loses truth, and then indeed there must almost inevitably be           lying. When the various orders of life no longer respect one another, words           become untrue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;It is against this background, moreover, we can appreciate how and what Bonhoeffer     thought was at stake for the church in the confrontation with Hitler. As early     as &lt;em&gt;Act and Being&lt;/em&gt;, Bonhoeffer maintained that     humans cannot place themselves into the truth without the help of revelation     because the untruth of human self-understanding is only made apparent within     the truth that revelation creates. Humans can only “recognize themselves     as having been created anew from untruth for truth. But they recognize themselves     as that only from within truth, within revelation—that is, in Christ,     whether judged or pardoned.” &lt;sup&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt; Accordingly “the lie     is primarily the denial of God as He has evidenced Himself to the world. ‘Who     is a liar but he that denieth that Jesus is the Christ?’(I John 2:22).” &lt;sup&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Lies are nothing less than contradictions of the word of God and the reality     which is created by God. The purpose of our words, in unity with the word       of God, is to “express the real, as it exists in God; and the assigned       purpose of our silence is to signify the limit which is imposed upon our       words by the     real as it exits in God.” &lt;sup&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt; For Bonhoeffer, the source     of the lie is always our penchant for abstraction. Therefore the true meaning     of correspondence with reality is neither civility or opposition to the factual,     but rather the attempt to understand reality without the real man. To attempt     to live without Jesus Christ, the One before whom all factual reality derives     its ultimate foundation and its ultimate annulment, is to live in “an     abstraction to which the responsible man must never fall victim; it is to     fail to make contact with reality in life; it is to vacillate endlessly between     the extremes of servility and revolt in relation to the factual.” &lt;sup&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I do not think Bonhoeffer believes that every word we use must gain its       immediate intelligibility from Christ. As Rowan Williams suggests, the       truth to which     Christological dogmas gesture is not so much a concern with rationality or     comprehensive elucidation of all that is, but more with the “need to     preserve the possibility of the kind of encounter with the truth-telling Christ     that stands at the source of the Church’s identity.” &lt;sup&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt; The     threat to truth for Christians comes not from the difficulty of developing     an unproblematic correspondence theory of truth, but rather from the lies     that speak to us disguised as truth. Those are the lies Bonhoeffer rightly     feared     made possible the rise of Hitler and the ongoing lies necessary to sustain     Hitler in power. The failure of the church to oppose Hitler was but the outcome     of the failure of Christians to speak the truth to one another and to the     world. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;3. Living in Truth &lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Some may find the account I have given of Bonhoeffer’s understanding     of truth and politics troubling. The implications of Bonhoeffer’s understanding     of truthfulness for politics could even suggest he favored a theocracy. Even     though I do not share the general presumption that theocracy is a “bad     idea,” &lt;sup&gt;36&lt;/sup&gt; Bonhoeffer remained far too Lutheran to entertain     a theocratic alternative. For example, in his essay “The Church and the     New Order in Europe,” written in 1941 in response to William Paton’s &lt;em&gt;The     Church and the New Order&lt;/em&gt;, Bonhoeffer observes that there is a new recognition     that the political order also is under the Lordship of Christ. The political     order, therefore, cannot be considered a domain which lives on its own terms     apart from God’s plan. “The commandments of God indicate the     limits which dare not be transgressed, if Christ is Lord. And the Church     is to remind     the world of these limits.” &lt;sup&gt;37&lt;/sup&gt; Accordingly the Church     cannot and should not try to develop a detailed plan for post war reconstruction.     Rather the church should remind the nations of the reality the commandments     entail if the new order is to be a “true order.” &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;In particular, Bonhoeffer suggested that the “chaos” behind the     war could not be overlooked if the new order was to be true and just. National     Socialism was made possible because there was just enough justice in some of     Germany’s claims against the “peace” established in the railway     wagon at Compiegne to make credible Hitler’s presentation of himself     as a prophet of justice.&lt;sup&gt;38&lt;/sup&gt; For Bonhoeffer there is no way     to the future that does not truthfully acknowledge the sins of the past. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Bonhoeffer saw clearly the challenge modern politics       presents for those committed to truthfulness. His views on the politics       of the lie we confront are quite similar to Hannah Arendt’s understanding       of the lies associated with modern politics. Arendt observes that the politics       of the lie we experience in our day is quite different than the traditional       political lie. In traditional politics, by which I assume she means the       kind of politics Machiavelli represented, the lie was assumed a necessity       in diplomacy       and statecraft to protect secrets or intentions that had never been made       public or could not be made public.&lt;sup&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt; In contrast       the modern political lie deals not at all with secrets but what is generally       known. For example Arendt calls attention to: &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;highly respected statesmen who, like de Gaulle and           Adenauer, have been able to build their basic policies on such evident non-facts           as that France belongs among the victors of the last war and hence is one           of the great powers, and “that the barbarism of National Socialism           had affected only a relative small percentage of the country.” All           these lies, whether their authors know it or not, harbour an element of violence;           organized lying always tends to destroy whatever it has decided to negate,           although only totalitarian governments have consciously adopted lying as           a first step to murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I believe Bonhoeffer’s passion for the truth meant he would have stood     against the lies that speak through us in modernity—lies all the more     powerful because we believe we speak them by our own volition. We are, after     all, a free people. Moreover, we live in a manner that seems to make our     lies true because we are so determined to make them true.&lt;sup&gt;41&lt;/sup&gt; The     clarity of Bonhoeffer’s truthful witness to the truth was made possible     by the clear evil he opposed. Yet such clarity is apparent only retrospectively.     Most of Bonhoeffer’s fellow Christians did not see the truth with Bonhoeffer’s     unflinching clarity. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;In his book, &lt;em&gt;Living In Truth&lt;/em&gt;,     Vaclav Havel calls attention to the innocent act of a manager of a fruit       and vegetable shop who puts in his window, among the onions and carrots,       the slogan: “Workers     of the world, unite.” Why, Havel asks, does the shop owner put the     sign in his window? Is he genuinely enthusiastic about the possibility of     the workers     of the world uniting? Does he want to communicate his enthusiasm for this     ideal to his fellow citizens? Does he have any idea what it might mean for     workers     to be so united?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Havel suspects the majority of shopkeepers who put such a sign in their       window never think about what they are doing nor does the sign express       their true     opinions. The poster was delivered from the headquarters along with the onions.     The shop owner put the sign in his window because he had always done so and     if he did not he could get in trouble. Moreover the greengrocer thinks nothing     is at stake because he understands that no one really believes what the slogan     says. What is important is the subliminal message the sign communicates.       Havel suggests the sign’s real message is: “I, the greengrocer       XY, live here and I know what I must do. I behave in the manner expected       of me. I can     be depended upon and am beyond reproach. I am obedient and therefore I have     the right to be left in peace.” &lt;sup&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;To help us understand what is happening with the display of this sign,       Havel suggests a thought experiment. Suppose the greengrocer had been asked       to display     the sign, “I am afraid and therefore unquestioningly obedient.” Even     though the new sign expresses the truth, Havel observes that the greengrocer     would be ashamed to display such a sign. He is, after all, a human being with     some sense of his own dignity. The display of the sign “Workers of the     world unite” allows the greengrocer “to conceal from himself     the low foundations of his obedience, at the same time concealing the low     foundations     of power. It hides them behind the facade of something high. And that something     is &lt;em&gt;ideology&lt;/em&gt;.” &lt;sup&gt;43&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I suspect most of us think there to be a great distance between the sign       in the greengrocer’s window and the rise of National Socialism in       Germany. Yet I think Bonhoeffer rightly saw that the Christian acceptance       that truth     does not matter in such small matters prepared the ground for the terrible     lie that was Hitler. In order to expose the small as well as the big lies       a community must exist that has learned to speak truthfully to one another.       That     community, moreover, must know that to speak truthfully to one another requires     the time granted through the work of forgiveness. Such patient timefulness     is a gift from the God the community believes has given us all the time we     need to care for the words we speak to one another.&lt;sup&gt;44&lt;/sup&gt; Any politics     absent such a people quite literally is doomed to live lies that are the breeding     ground of violence.&lt;sup&gt;45&lt;/sup&gt; Bonhoeffer believed that the church     is the sign God has placed in the windows of the world to make possible a     truthful     politics. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;This means Bonhoeffer’s observations about the character of theological     education in America are not what might be considered his personal prejudices.     Rather they are a challenge to teacher and student alike that few things are     more important than us holding ourselves as well as being held by the church     to speak the truth. As odd as it may sound, given the accommodated character     of the church in liberal societies, if the church does not itself preach the     Gospel truthfully then politically we condemn ourselves and those to whom we     are pledged to witness to what Bonhoeffer called “the void.” &lt;sup&gt;46&lt;/sup&gt; A     sobering observation, but one that at least directs those of us who count ourselves     Christian to the task God has given us, that is, to be a people capable of     speaking truthfully to ourselves, to our brother and sisters in Christ, and     to the world.&lt;sup&gt;47&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;Notes &lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;1 Hannah Arendt’s account of the relation between truth and politics     remains one of the most interesting we have. According to Arendt, to look on     politics from the perspective of truth—and by truth she meant “factual     truth” —is to stand outside the political realm. She notes “truthfulness     has never been counted among the political virtues, because it has little     to contribute to that change of the world and of circumstances which is among     the most legitimate political activities.” &lt;em&gt;The Portable Hannah Arendt&lt;/em&gt;,     edited with an Introduction by Peter Baehr. (New York: Penguin Books, 2000),     p. 570. Arendt is not recommending lying in politics, but rather trying to     explain why the political realm so often seems immune to truthfulness. She     notes a politics that acknowledges the need for the existence of impartial     institutions, such as universities, improves the possibility of truth to prevail     in public (p. 571). Yet she observes such institutions remain exposed to all     the dangers arising from social and political power. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;2 See, for example, Jeffrey Stout’s appendix in the new edition       of his E&lt;em&gt;thics After Babel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(Princeton: Princeton University     Press, 2001), pp. 341-58. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;3 Barth challenged Hitler’s regime on grounds that Hitler was trying     to determine what the church could preach. He did so from the conviction “that     it is the preaching of justification of the Kingdom of God, which founds,     here and now, the true system of law, the true State.” &lt;em&gt;Karl Barth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Community,     State, and Church&lt;/em&gt;, with an Introduction by Will Herberg. (Garden City,     New York: Anchor Books, 1960), p. 126. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;4 Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, translated     by Edwin Robertson and John Bowden (New York: Harper &amp;amp; Row, 1965), p.     159.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 5 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, p. 160. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;6 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, p. 87. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;7 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, pp. 102-103. Though these judgements     about American Christianity come early in Bonhoeffer’s career, if the     work in the &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt; is any indication he never changed his mind.     For example, he contrasts the French and American revolutions, observing     the latter     was not based on the emancipation of man, the limitation of all earthly powers     by the sovereignty of God. Yet the process of secularization in America is     as advanced as that in Europe. Bonhoeffer suggests that “the claim     of the congregation to build the world on Christian principles ends only     with     the total capitulation of the Church to the world, as can be seen clearly     enough by a glance at the New York church registers. If this does not involve     a radical     hostility to the Church that is only because no real distinction has ever     been drawn here (America) between the offices of Church and state. Godlessness     remains     more covert. And indeed in this way it deprives the Church even of the blessing     of suffering and of the possible rebirth which suffering may engender.”&lt;em&gt; Ethics&lt;/em&gt;,     edited by Eberhard Bethge and translated by Neville Horton Smith. (New York:     The Macmillan Company, 1962), pp. 40-41. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;8 Bonhoeffer,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, p. 88.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 9 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, p. 96. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;10 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, p. 103. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;11 Bonhoeffer had little use for the kind of education available at Union     Theological Seminary. He thought the “theological atmosphere” at     Union was accelerating the process of secularization of American society. According     to Bonhoeffer the criticism from Union directed at fundamentalists and “Chicago     humanists” is necessary, but no basis is given for rebuilding after demolition.     He was particularly critical of the students at Union who had turned their     backs on all genuine theology in order to study economic and political organizations.     Theology in America had been transformed into ethics. Even if Barth is studied,     the basic suppositions of those who read him are “so inadequate that     it is almost impossible for them to understand what he is talking about.” &lt;em&gt;No     Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, p. 90. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;12 In a diary entry dated June 24, 1939, Bonhoeffer observes “there     hardly ever seem to be ‘encounters’in this great country, in which     the one can always avoid the other. But where there is no encounter, where     liberty is the only unifying factor, one naturally knows nothing of the community     which is created through encounter. The whole life together is completely different     as a result. Community in our (German) sense, whether cultural or ecclesiastical,     cannot develop here.” Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;A Testament to Freedom:     The Essential Writings of Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;/em&gt;, edited by Geoffrey B. Kelly     and F. Burton Nelson. (San Francisco: Harper/San Francisco, 1990), p. 498.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;13 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, pp. 286-287.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 14 Bonhoeffer, No Rusty Swords, pp. 168-169. John Paul II often sounds very     much like Bonhoeffer just to the extent the Pope maintains no freedom is worth     having that is not disciplined by the truth. Jean Bethke Elshtain draws on     Bonhoeffer and John Paul II in her book &lt;em&gt;Who Are We?: Critical Reflections     and Hopeful Possibilities&lt;/em&gt; (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 2000). Elshtain     rightly thinks Bonhoeffer and John Paul II to be allies, particularly given     our current cultural challenges.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;15 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, p. 169. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;16 Eberhard Bethge, &lt;em&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer: A Biography&lt;/em&gt;. (Minneapolis:     Fortress Press, 1999), pp. 259-260. The address can be found in &lt;em&gt;No Rusty     Swords&lt;/em&gt;, pp. 190-204.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;17 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, pp. 194-196.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 18 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;No Rusty Swords&lt;/em&gt;, p. 194.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;19 Joseph Fletcher, &lt;em&gt;Situation Ethics: The New Morality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;(Philadelphia:     The Westminster Press, 1966), p. 149.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;20 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, p. 326.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 21 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;,     p. 331. A fascinating exercise would be to compare Bonhoeffer’s account     of lying with that of Augustine’s. On the surface Bonhoeffer seems to     be denying Augustine’s account of the lie as the use of speech to say     what I know is not the case in order to deceive. However I think Augustine’s     careful analysis of lying, which may well involve silence, is much closer to     Bonhoeffer’s account than would first appear. Though Bonhoeffer does     not claim, as does Augustine, that one may never lie, the general direction     of Bonhoeffer’s understanding of lying is quite similar to Augustine’s.     For a subtle and compelling account of Augustine’s position see Paul     Griffith, “The Gift and the Lie: Augustine on Lying,” &lt;em&gt;Communi&lt;/em&gt;,     26 (Spring 1999), pp. 3-29.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;22 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, p. 328. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;23 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, pp. 326-327.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;24 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, p. 332.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;25 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, p. 330. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;26 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, p. 327. In &lt;em&gt;Culture and Value&lt;/em&gt;,       G.H. von Wright, ed., trans. Peter Winch (Chicago: University of Chicago       Press,     1977), p. 35e, Wittgenstein observes: “No one can speak the truth; if     he has still not mastered himself. He cannot speak it—but not because     he is not clever enough yet.”“The truth can be spoken only by someone     who is already at home in it; not by someone who still lives in falsehood and     reaches out from falsehood towards truth on just one occasion.” Wittgenstein,     perhaps more than anyone, knew that speaking truthfully was a skill that     not only required attention to what we say but how we say it. Moreover, we     can     only learn to speak truthfully when our pride has been defeated. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;27 Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Letters and Papers From Prison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(The     Enlarged Edition), edited by Eberhard Bethge (New York: Touchstone, 1997),     p. 163. This remark, like much else Bonhoeffer has to say, often sounds quite     similar to some of Wittgenstein’s remarks about lying and how hard     it is to avoid lying. For example in &lt;em&gt;Culture and Value&lt;/em&gt; (p. 39e),     Wittgenstein observes: “How hard I find it to see what is right in front     of my eyes! You can’t be reluctant to give up your lie, and still tell     the truth.” Later Wittgenstein comments “Someone who knows too     much finds it hard not to lie.” A remark I suspect Bonhoeffer might     appreciate. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;28 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Letters and Papers From Prison&lt;/em&gt;, p. 158. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;2Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;,     p. 328. I suspect this kind of reflection is what informs Bonhoeffer’s     observation in &lt;em&gt;Letters and Papers From&lt;/em&gt; (p.     148) that husbands and wives should have the same mind about matters even     in the literary sphere. He confesses that he and his fianceé Maria are     not yet on the same wave length about writers. He worries that she reads poets     such as Rilke he regards as “decidedly unhealthy.” Bonhoeffer’s     attitudes about these matters can be interpreted as an exemplification of an     unrepentant male point of view. Certainly it would have been interesting how     Bonhoeffer’s views on these matters might have developed if he and     Maria would have had the time to marry and live together. That said, I think     he is     right to think that it is extremely important that marriage provide the time     for husbands and wives to discover common judgements about matters that matter.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;30 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, pp. 329-330. Wendell Berry provides a       contemporary complaint similar to Bonhoeffer’s observation about the degradation of     our language. He observes that a movement may lose its ability to speak truthfully     when its enemies preempt its language. His example is organic farming which     became an end in itself making possible huge “organic” monocultures.     This has made possible the attempt of the United States Department of Agriculture     to label food that has been genetically engineered as well as irradiated to     be called organic. Berry comments, “Once we allow our language to mean     anything that anybody wants it to mean, it becomes impossible to mean what     we say. When ‘homemade’ceases to mean neither nor less than ‘made     at home,’then it means anything, which is to say that it means nothing.” &lt;em&gt;In     the Presence of Fear&lt;/em&gt; (Great Barrington ME: Orion Society Publication,     2001), pp. 34-35. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;31 Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Act and Being&lt;/em&gt;, translated by H. Martin Rumscheidt     (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1996), pp. 81-82.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 32 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, p. 332.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 33 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, p. 332.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;34 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, p. 198. In the section of the Ethics in       which he discusses the “Concept of Reality,” Bonhoeffer says, “Henceforth     one can speak neither of God nor of the world without speaking of Jesus. All     concepts of reality which do not take account of Him are abstractions.” p.     6l.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;35 Rowan Williams, &lt;em&gt;On Christian Theology&lt;/em&gt; (Oxford: Basil       Blackwell, 2000), p. 82.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 36 To his credit and for our instruction Allen Verhey     has recently written an extremely intelligent analysis and defense of theocracy.     See his &lt;em&gt;Remembering Jesus: Christian Community, Scripture,     and the Moral Life&lt;/em&gt; (Grand     Rapids: Eerdmans, 2002), pp. 333-507.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;37 Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;True Patriotism&lt;/em&gt;, translated by Edwin H. Robertson     and John Bowden (New York: Harper and Row, 1973), p. 109.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;38 Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;True Patriotism&lt;/em&gt;, pp. 111-112.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 39 For example, see Ruth Grant’s extremely subtle analysis of Machiavelli     and Rousseau on the necessity of hypocrisy in her &lt;em&gt;Hypocrisy and Integrity&lt;/em&gt; (Chicago:     University of Chicago Press, 1997). Grant observes “While most in need     of honesty as a political virtue, liberal democratic regimes are most likely     to produce the conditions that undermine that virtue. Oddly enough, in light     of these reflections on the thoughts of Machiavelli and Rousseau, liberalism     can be criticized not for being hypocritical, but for refusing to acknowledge     the necessity of hypocrisy. At the outset, we noted the peculiar susceptibility     of liberal democracies to charges of hypocrisy. This is a function of both     aspects of what I have called the ‘paradox of democracy’; liberal     democratic regimes make particularly strong claims to be able to provide open     and honest political processes at the same time that those processes are structured     so as to increase dependencies conducive to hypocritical political behavior.” p.     176. Bonhoeffer might well agree with Grant’s contention that some forms     of hypocrisy may not only be necessary but justified in democratic regimes,     but I do not think he would regard that as a “good thing.” &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 40 Arendt, &lt;em&gt;The Portable Hannah Arendt&lt;/em&gt;, p. 565. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;41 Arendt tells the medieval anecdote about the sentry that was given       to practical jokes who one night sounded the alarm just to give his townsfolk       a scare. Everyone     rushed to the walls. As a result he was the last one to rush to the walls.     Arendt comments that the story illustrates how hard it is to lie to others     without lying to oneself. She comments “The tale suggests to what extent     our apprehension of reality is dependent upon our sharing the world with     our fellow-men, and what strength of character is required to stick to anything,     truth or lie, that is unshared. In other words, the more successful a liar     is, the more likely he will fall prey to his own fabrications.” &lt;em&gt;The     Portable Hannah Arendt&lt;/em&gt;, p. 566. Wittgenstein remarks that “nothing     is so difficult as not deceiving oneself.” &lt;em&gt;Culture and Value&lt;/em&gt;,     p. 34e.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 42 Vaclav Havel,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living in Truth&lt;/em&gt;, edited by Jan Vladislav     (London: Faber and Faber, 1986), p. 42. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;43 Havel, &lt;em&gt;Living In Truth&lt;/em&gt;, p. 42. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;44 For a powerful account on the importance of word care for Christians see     Stephen Fowl, &lt;em&gt;Engaging Scripture&lt;/em&gt; (Oxford: Blackwell, 1998), pp.     161-171. One of the offices John Howard Yoder thought crucial for the church     was what     he called “agents of linguistic self-consciousness.” He noted,     however, that this is a dangerous office in the church because the tongue is     hard to govern. The demagogue, the poet, the journalist, the novelist, the     grammarian, are all in the business of steering society with the rudder of     language. The problem is that too often concepts become reified by such people     because it is through such concepts they make themselves indispensable. Therefore     Yoder urges the teacher to watch for the “sophomoric temptation” to     make verbal distinctions without substantial necessity. &lt;em&gt;The Priestly Kingdom:     Social Ethics as Gospel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(Notre     Dame: University of Notre Dame Press, 2001), pp. 32-33. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;45 For a fascinating and powerful account of the relationship between       lies and violence, see Robert Dodaro, OSA, “Eloquent Lies, Just Wars and the     Politics of Persuasion: Reading Augustine’s &lt;em&gt;City of God&lt;/em&gt; in     a ‘Postmodern’World,” &lt;em&gt;Augustinian     Studies&lt;/em&gt;, 25, (1994), pp. 77-138. Dodaro argues that Augustine saw the     lies that shaped Roman politics and political leaders drew their intelligibility     from the attempt to beat death by achieving political glory that would insure     immortality. Dodaro thinks the same process is at work in our own politics     as exemplified in attempts to justify the Gulf War. An analysis of relationship     between the acknowledgment of death, our ability to live truthful lives,     and violence would be extremely informative. For example, Bonhoeffer observes “the     miracle of Christ’s resurrection makes nonsense of that idolization     of death which is prevalent among us today. Where death is the last thing,     fear     of death is combined with defiance. Where death is the last thing, earthly     life is all or nothing. Boastful reliance on earthly eternities goes side     by side with a frivolous playing with life . . . The drastic acceptance or     rejection     of earthly life reveals that only death has any value here. To clutch at     everything or to cast away everything is the reaction of one who believes     fanatically     in death.” &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, pp. 16-17. And, of course, where death     is everything, violence cannot be kept at bay. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;46 Bonhoeffer saw clearly that “the void” becomes possible       as the alternative to Christianity. In the extraordinary story he tells       in the     section of the &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;, “Inheritance and Decay,” he rightly     suggests that “it was only from the soil of the German Reformation that     there could spring a Nietzsche.” (p. 28) In a manner that anticipates     recent “post-modern” doubts about reason, Bonhoeffer notes that “contempt     for the age of rationalism is a suspicious sign of failure to feel the need     for truthfulness. If intellectual honesty is not the last word that is to be     said about things, and if intellectual clarity is often achieved at the expense     of insight into reality, this can still never again exempt us from the inner     obligation to make clean and honest use of reason.” (p. 34) Finally he     notes, “Luther’s great discovery of the freedom of the Christian     man and the Catholic heresy of the essential good in man combined to produce     the deification of man. But, rightly understood, the deification of man is     the proclamation of nihilism.” p. 39. For Bonhoeffer’s explicit     use of the language of “the void,” see p. 44 of the &lt;em&gt;Ethics&lt;/em&gt;.     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; 47 Wittgenstein observes, “You cannot write anything about yourself     that is more truthful than you yourself are. That is the difference between     writing about yourself and writing about external objects. You write about     yourself from you own height. You don’t stand on stilts or on a ladder     but on your bare feet.” &lt;em&gt;Culture and Value&lt;/em&gt;, 33e. This remark     is extremely important if what Christians believe is true—namely, we     can only know the truth about ourselves by receiving it as a gift from God.     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