<?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-6257233</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:14.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says student development theory can't be fun?</title><subtitle type='html'>Fighting for the rights of Hoosiers trapped in soon-to-be-snow-covered hinterlands across the country...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-111138421869653634</id><published>2005-03-21T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:50:18.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One confused political junkyI'm sitting here as the U.S. House of Representatives votes on a resolution to reinsert Terri Schiavo's feeding tube and remand her case to District Federal Court. I am not confused about the logistics of the case, however, I am confused about the rationale of the parties. Call it another chapter in the book titled "What Happened to My Party? Words from a Republican </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111138421869653634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111138421869653634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111138421869653634' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-111120066469499629</id><published>2005-03-18T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T11:28:35.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heather D has inspired me...With seven weeks to go until graduation (now six weeks tomorrow), and realing that I will die at 55, I decided that it was time for some changes. With that in mind, I unveil my plans to lose some weight and be in better shape for the upcoming months and years. To some it might not look like many huge changes, but it's important to note that I have eaten poorly for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111120066469499629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111120066469499629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111120066469499629' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-111039182241662645</id><published>2005-03-09T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:10:22.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So you're saying there's a chance...You Will Die at Age 55    55  Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyleWant to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.What Age Will You Die?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111039182241662645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111039182241662645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111039182241662645' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-111039156364028376</id><published>2005-03-09T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:06:03.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh oh...it's official!You Are 35 Years Old    35  Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.30-39: You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111039156364028376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111039156364028376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111039156364028376' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-111033348246535098</id><published>2005-03-08T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:58:02.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU'RE GONNA BE A WHAT?!Last year I debated the merits of becoming a Michigander. Today, I officially began that path by applying for a Michigan driver's license.I know, I know...you're probably surprised that I would give up the official record of my Hoosier heritage, but I had a good reason: my Indiana license expired. With all the hoopla building up to OPE (oh yeah, I went to OPE last weekend)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111033348246535098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/111033348246535098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111033348246535098' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110930898939260024</id><published>2005-02-24T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T00:23:09.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An ode to Floating Louie IIILouie, it has been months since you have seen more than my living room.I'm sorry.I don't know what to say, but it seems like our hearts are growing apart.I first remembered how long it had been when I tossed a folder and it curved like your long, glorious tee shots, from left to right before gently landing on a sidewalk or in grass.I walk parts of the course every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110930898939260024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110930898939260024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110930898939260024' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110913482210703189</id><published>2005-02-22T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T00:00:22.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duty kaplooey!With a couple of highlights and lowlights, my career carrying a duty pager as a graduate assistant at Grand Valley State University for one week at a time is over! This does not mean that I will not cover for others as needed through the rest of the semester, but this is what it does mean:   No more day trips to Meijer, because I'd rather go at night   No more two hour max trips a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110913482210703189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110913482210703189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110913482210703189' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110887791619410535</id><published>2005-02-20T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:38:36.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best you can do in a month and a half is say your sorry??I didn't realize how important this was to some folks until Camp Tecumseh last week, when I realize that life does actually exist outside of good ol' GVSU. Sorry about that. With that being said, I have belatedly decided to give up not blogging for Lent, and will make it a point to post during what will continue to be the busiest four </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110887791619410535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110887791619410535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110887791619410535' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110447538672269250</id><published>2004-12-31T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T01:43:06.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absolutely no catchy titleSo I'm back in Allendale, with absolutely no creativity for the written word. This has been one of the many reasons I have not attempted work on the following:Alumni and student surveysChapter oneChapter twoI have instead been able to focus on various money-making schemes that will either go fantastically well or f-ing terrible...I'll tell you more after the New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110447538672269250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110447538672269250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110447538672269250' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110421180100833541</id><published>2004-12-28T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:30:01.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Blog!Before I reminisce on the fun we've had together with student development theory, I'm sure folks are wondering how the family drinking, I mean Christmas, went. I chose to tell Grandma on Christmas night that she bought me a dartboard, thanked her for it, and told her she had great taste, and gave her a hug. It worked great, because I didn't have to unwrap it the next day!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110421180100833541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110421180100833541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110421180100833541' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110395629726153984</id><published>2004-12-25T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T01:31:37.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello Mr. Muslim, Merry F-ing Christmas!Ah yes, it is indeed one of the biggest holidays of the year, and the grad blogosphere has all left GVSU for the friendly confines of their family homes, myself finally included. I got home yesterday afternoon, and here I sit on the computer one hour into Jesus' birthday.Today I went shopping with my mom and brother for our Christmas gifts. Why, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110395629726153984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110395629726153984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395629726153984' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110360954003225989</id><published>2004-12-21T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T01:12:20.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, the memories...This evening I had the decision to either continue working on my alumni survey for the thesis or watch TV and scrapbook all night. By the picture below, you can probably figure out which one I chose.First, I have to clarify that I don't technically scrapbook, but I do like to keep my pictures in some sort of order, and making collages is also a fun way to remember times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110360954003225989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110360954003225989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110360954003225989' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110360861975669033</id><published>2004-12-21T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:56:59.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my first residence hall room on my first day (note the prom picture on the desk...) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110360861975669033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110360861975669033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110360861975669033' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110352900716272714</id><published>2004-12-20T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T02:50:07.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep...Unlike Ken, who is ordinarily up at this time every night, I am up at this odd hour for a reason I am not used to: I can't sleep. I have handled a number of different kinds of stress in my life, and no matter what was thrown at me, I could always sleep just fine...like a baby, in fact.But the past two nights it has been nearly impossible to sleep. I laid in bed for hours each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110352900716272714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110352900716272714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110352900716272714' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110231402224613794</id><published>2004-12-06T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:20:22.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The return to Muncie!Although I will probably regret it for the next 36 hours, many of which will be spent on Chapter One, I returned to Muncie for just the third time since graduation to speak at my NRHH chapter's fall induction. Man was it great to be back in town!Most things were the same, although I almost wet myself when I saw the beauty that was the new Music Instruction Building. If I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110231402224613794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110231402224613794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110231402224613794' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110161737958134722</id><published>2004-11-27T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T23:49:39.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My DND moment of Zen... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110161737958134722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110161737958134722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110161737958134722' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110117991895096657</id><published>2004-11-22T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:18:38.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ride the Sizzler with me!Okay, so I didn't ride the Sizzler thiss weekend, but the past few days have been quite the rollercoaster. First off, I had good ole' JB up to visit me Thursday and Friday, and it was great to be able to spend time with her, although now I have to fight off all the rumors in my building that I have a new girlfriend (have no fear ladies, I'm still available).Saturday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110117991895096657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110117991895096657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110117991895096657' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110074955192690063</id><published>2004-11-17T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:21:02.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a first time for everything...So I've been alive for nearly a quarter of a century now, and while there are a lot of things I have experienced (hanging off the Grand Canyon, finding inner peace, if only for a moment, in Oaxaca) and there are a lot of things I have not experienced (winning the World Series of Poker, running for political office...yet), but there is something I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110074955192690063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110074955192690063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110074955192690063' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110066251122491685</id><published>2004-11-16T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:35:11.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I was gonna be negative again...In the spirit of yesterday's comments, I feel it appropriate to first type the following:Fight team, fight for Ball StateWe must win this gameOnward now ye CardinalsBring glory to your name (RAH RAH RAH)Here's to both our colorsCardinal and WhitePraying for a victorySo fight, fight, fight! (BALL STATE)Thanks for thinking of me...just think what you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110066251122491685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110066251122491685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110066251122491685' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110058231489211617</id><published>2004-11-16T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:18:34.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this the last straw?This afternoon might have confirmed once and for all that Grand Valley is no longer the place for me. It's hard to believe that I can love 95 percent of my job so much but have the last five percent be so over the top in the other direction that it ruins 95 of everything. I'm not going into details on this, but I cannot in good conscience recruit future grads to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110058231489211617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110058231489211617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110058231489211617' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110036013347195146</id><published>2004-11-13T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T10:35:33.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank God I'm Irish!After what might have been one of the most productive Fridays I have ever been a part of, Ken's 55th birthday celebration began downtown. The plan was to go to Monte's, a trendy dance club in downtown GR, and dance the night away. Well, they were going to dance, and I was going to drive them home.So as Ken walks up, the bouncer mutters something I can't hear, then goes in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110036013347195146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110036013347195146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110036013347195146' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-110015011638536297</id><published>2004-11-11T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T00:15:16.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post-election, post-GLACUHO, pre-???So I never posted my post-election thoughts, so I will say this: "Hmph."I have spent the past five days at the GLACUHO conference in Cleveland. Talk about a re-energizing experience! I caught up with so many people I had not talked to in quite some time, as well as got a whole bunch of things to implement in my position. Although I slept little (still more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110015011638536297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/110015011638536297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110015011638536297' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109946758894051420</id><published>2004-11-03T02:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:39:48.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time for bed...No surprise, no new president. Score at zzz time- Bush 249, Kerry 242.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109946758894051420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109946758894051420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946758894051420' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109946422672417725</id><published>2004-11-03T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:47:52.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I'm right, I'm right...BUTWhen I'm wrong, I blame bad exit polling. Good thing they didn't let me forecast Ohio. James Carville referred to it as "pulling a double inside straight." For those who aren't so well versed in poker...that's also known as a "runner-runner," and it happens about two percent of the time.I think those odds are a bit high...Laura Krouse is about to invest in a "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109946422672417725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109946422672417725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946422672417725' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109946391807504640</id><published>2004-11-03T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:38:38.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been delaying this one...Ohio is gone, New Mexico looks bad, and that's the ballgame. Iowa is also dangerous, but it has a lot of urban votes left to count. Either way, even the folks on TV will have a winner soon. It's kinda disheartening, this being on the losing side. I do, however, remember going to bed thinking there was a president, and waking up without one.I'm liking Dan Rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109946391807504640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109946391807504640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946391807504640' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109945903526966029</id><published>2004-11-03T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:17:15.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Wednesday...maybe it's better to turn off the TVs(scroll down a ways to start at the beginning of the evening)Currently, there are five different electoral projections between CNN, CBS, ABC, NBC, and Fox. Yes, they ALL have a different number.Math aside, whoever wins Ohio wins the election. Those totals are currently 51-49 Bush, with that number coming closer to 50-50 every hour.Here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109945903526966029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109945903526966029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109945903526966029' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109945582267229536</id><published>2004-11-02T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:23:42.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>48 closed, 2 to goNot much changed, but I feel better about holding the Senate. The key for me is that Republicans still hold majorities in each house, so that moderates in the party can actually act like moderates without fear of retribution from the president.Pennsylvania is official, and Michigan looks good...keep watching Ohio, currently 52-48 Bush.Bush 207, Kerry 199.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109945582267229536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109945582267229536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109945582267229536' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109945204283622876</id><published>2004-11-02T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:20:42.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An early call??30 minutes ago, folks were talking about how close Missouri looked. And now...out of nowhere, it was called for the president. The exits looked Republican, but these guys need to get things straight. Hmph.A fun part of my current projection (MI, OH, PA, MN, IA, NM to Kerry...FL, WI to Bush), if NM switches, it would be 269-269. Interesting...Bush 193, Kerry 112.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109945204283622876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109945204283622876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109945204283622876' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109944941239770560</id><published>2004-11-02T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:36:52.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot how strange Louisiana is...thanks Juan Miguel!(SCROLL DOWN AND READ UP TO THIS)Not only do they still operate under Napoleonic law (damn the French), but if a candidate for Senate doesn't get a majority of the vote in a primary, then ALL of the party's candidates, in this case four of them, to run against the lone Republican. In addition, if no one gets a majority tonight, then there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944941239770560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944941239770560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109944941239770560' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109944785911964095</id><published>2004-11-02T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:12:41.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prop 2 goes down...quickly!I guess that even living at GVSU can create a bubble in which to live, but early numbers show not only proposition two passing, but up 70-30! There goes that...having troubles finding numbers onn Prop 1, however...not on CNN.com. I'm watching local coverage to try and catch it, but I just missed it, so it'll be some time. Check that, I just caught it on NBC...it's 50-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944785911964095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944785911964095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109944785911964095' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109944596274774392</id><published>2004-11-02T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:43:07.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I'm right, I'm right (SCROLL DOWN FIVE ENTRIES AND READ UP)CNN just called the IN governor's race...makes my analyzing of the exit polls feel even better, although I think Florida will stay with the president. He's making huge gains in the central part of the state, and in Duval County, he's up by 60,000. He won that by 45,000 last year when 27,000 predominantly African-American absentee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944596274774392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944596274774392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109944596274774392' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109944586005568728</id><published>2004-11-02T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:37:40.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looks like Indiana has a new governor!My man Mitch is gonna win! Spent time playing with the IN county map...Kernan has only weak leads in Terre Haute, Evansville, and is literally tied in Indy, which is heavily Democratic, while Daniels is ahead huge in the suburbs and rural areas...this is recipe for defeat for Kernan, or at least so I learned from my Indiana politics class...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944586005568728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944586005568728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109944586005568728' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109944395698790249</id><published>2004-11-02T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:05:56.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good news! (SCROLL DOWN 3 ENTRIES AND READ UP)I just spent 15 minutes diving into exit polls, and the news looks good. If those are accurate (they are 95 percent of the time, ignoring Florida in 2000), then Kerry takes Ohio (52-48).Although CNN won't do it, I will do it, and my own map has Ohio in the blue column.Wait and see...Kerry 77, Bush 66.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944395698790249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944395698790249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109944395698790249' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109944229617960428</id><published>2004-11-02T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:38:16.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pansies...Good for the networks being cautious...but I think I can take a nap!39-3 Bush</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944229617960428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944229617960428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109944229617960428' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109944031975741003</id><published>2004-11-02T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:05:19.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7:02Either the networks are pansies or this will be a GREAT night for Kerry. Although my home state was the FIRST declared for Bush (what an honor), the networks would not immediately call two Bush strongholds, Virginia and South Carolina. These should have been easy to call.Early score, Bush leads 34-3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944031975741003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109944031975741003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109944031975741003' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109943889415888280</id><published>2004-11-02T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T18:41:34.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favorite day of the year! (STOP SCROLLING DOWN)It is indeed presidential election day, and I wore my election garb (shirt, slacks, American flag tie) to work and class, along with the "I Voted" sticker I got back on October 6th, not to mention the "Republicans for Kerry/Edwards" button. Yes, indeed...I will update this throughout the evening, so I encouraage you to scroll down from the top</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109943889415888280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109943889415888280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109943889415888280' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109901313264157406</id><published>2004-10-28T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:25:32.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to *cough* *hack* *wheeze*...What I was trying to say was welcome to the second installment of "fuck with Mike's head week." For those of you who have forgotten about or did not experience the first week, you missed some fun.Unlike the last time it happened, it wasn't religious, wasn't spiritual, and it hasn't involved family. I just never knew that so many parts of my life could be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109901313264157406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109901313264157406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109901313264157406' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109728794658737386</id><published>2004-10-08T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:12:26.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whine,  whine, whine...no more. Why? I'M GOING TO VEGAS!!So it's been over a month since I have shared my thoughts with you, and most of those reasons have to do with the hoopla my department has gone through about blogging (I will happily tell you the story some time...in person). But now I'm back, and hopefully better than ever! Why? See the subject line.Mike Maesch's bachelor party is now in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109728794658737386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109728794658737386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109728794658737386' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109400622092337179</id><published>2004-08-31T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:37:00.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflections on the month that was...So it's been over a month since I've posted anything (as many of you have noticed), but that shouldn't be a surprise, as the month of Ausgust for someone in housing is like the month of April for an accountant...so busy with work that most folks never see him. With that in mind, many of you have interacted with me enough to know what's been going on, so me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109400622092337179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109400622092337179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109400622092337179' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109098142047009820</id><published>2004-07-27T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T23:49:50.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sammy Sosa, I feel your pain! Today I moved into my new office, a.k.a. Kim's old office, and in order to do so I needed to tie up loose ends in my office for the last year. As I was rising from picking up some items on the floor, I violently sneezed, much like Sammy, and pulled a muscle in my back, also much like Sammy.After realizing it was a pulled muscle and not a ruptured appendix (a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109098142047009820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109098142047009820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109098142047009820' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109089658115138389</id><published>2004-07-26T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T10:17:04.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We cannot lead when our leaders mislead." Conferences have me frazzled, with campers using windows as doors and clotheslines, "parties" in rooms, and a camper still in a grad apartment, but that is not what I want to talk about. For one, I've already had my bourbon, so I feel pretty good, and second, it's convention time!! The above quote was spoken by Jimmy Carter tonight about, you guessed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109089658115138389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109089658115138389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109089658115138389' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109081465723728317</id><published>2004-07-25T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T00:04:17.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ups and downs of conferencesSo today the CA staff and I welcomed about 500 campers betweenn four camps to GVSU. After a 13-hour day, here are the stories I have (this time they're not all funny):1) My bike had a flat tire, so I comandeered one of my CA's bikes, and spent the morning on a women's bike with no brakes, as I found out on the hill in front of Copeland. Whenever I wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109081465723728317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109081465723728317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109081465723728317' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109027262652586750</id><published>2004-07-19T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T17:30:26.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Straight bourbon before noon?? You read that right...I was indeed drinking straight bourbon (no mixed drink necessary) after a camp check-in that went from a 30-person camp in one building to a 90-person camp in three buildings, including a woman whose purpose in life seemed to be to try and piss me off, a task at which she succeeded very well. I wanted to be mad at the camp coordinators for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109027262652586750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109027262652586750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109027262652586750' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109018591613263376</id><published>2004-07-18T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T17:25:16.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just married! Apparently I got married at Meijer today, although I'm still on the lookout for my mysterious life partner. Here's how it happened. Von and I went to Meijer for him to returnn a picture frame and buy some others, while I went to pick up eggs, bread, and OJ. As he was returning the frame, I made my purchases. I waited outside the store for a few minutes for Von to finish, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109018591613263376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109018591613263376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109018591613263376' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109010351507317999</id><published>2004-07-17T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T18:31:55.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't forget to water your sign daily! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109010351507317999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109010351507317999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109010351507317999' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109010180392790313</id><published>2004-07-17T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T18:03:23.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The university's money hard at work as always! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109010180392790313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109010180392790313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109010180392790313' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-109009144749043583</id><published>2004-07-17T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T15:10:47.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Success! Moving day has come and gone, and I am now the proud occupant of 133 DeVos, a.k.a Kim's apartment last year. Setting up went pretty easily, since apartment layout was exactly the same as Pickard. The real success just happened, however, as I am blogging from my laptop on the back porch. This was something I was just short of being able to do in Pickard, but with a little maneuvering,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109009144749043583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/109009144749043583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109009144749043583' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108969214546556482</id><published>2004-07-13T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T00:15:45.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, the sweet swim of success! Ain't frisbee retrieval grand? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108969214546556482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108969214546556482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108969214546556482' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108969177576670503</id><published>2004-07-13T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T00:09:35.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If this doesn't tell you about my Monday evening, nothing will! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108969177576670503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108969177576670503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108969177576670503' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108967718317411758</id><published>2004-07-12T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:06:23.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In case you haven't seen it yet...no more surprises! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108967718317411758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108967718317411758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108967718317411758' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108908031676257804</id><published>2004-07-05T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T22:18:36.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quick fun storyAfter spending most of the day outside on the laptop, I decided to wash the Blazer in front of Stafford, as they left the hose out and I knew how to get the hose key from the custodial closet. The only small concern I had was what would happen if a cop drove by while I was stealing water from the univeristy.Well, we got to answer that in the first five minutes as Zoulek drove</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108908031676257804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108908031676257804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108908031676257804' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108905659157996435</id><published>2004-07-05T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T15:43:11.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A very Hoosier day in MichiganI decided that because it is such a gorgeous day outside, that I would relocate my work outside, so here I am taking a break from explaining how the Dean of Students at Aquinas College is an ineffective supervisor (never thought I'd have a job where I would be given permission to do that!), blogging on the laptop with the wireless internet signal pumping strong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108905659157996435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108905659157996435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108905659157996435' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108900352437291943</id><published>2004-07-05T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:58:44.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F*** with my head some more...So my 4th of July was pretty typical...sleep in, relax, grill out for dinner, watch fireworks, go home. Messing with my head came on the way from Allendale downtown to join Justin, Jess, and her family for the barbeque downtown. They wanted to fire up the grill (which I had) around 7, so I figured that I would leave Allendale around 6:45. At 6:00 I decided to watch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108900352437291943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108900352437291943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108900352437291943' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108890901174920407</id><published>2004-07-03T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T22:43:31.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The times they are a changin'So this is the second day of my 4th of July weekend not in DC, and it started fairly normal...with the phone ringing.My DC buds had just walked by the Department of the Interior, so they called me asking exactly what the Department of the Interior does. Two hours later (noon, and it felt great!), I rolled out of bed and answered their question (which for those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108890901174920407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108890901174920407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108890901174920407' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108879437741786828</id><published>2004-07-02T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T14:54:05.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAAAAAHHHHH!If only I would have left for DC with Ken yesterday, I could have delayed the inevitable frustration until Monday or Tuesday. But instead I started today with the following email from Brenda: After speaking with Janet, everyone will move to the assigned location she designated. Washington will facilitate the move.  Please begin the packing process. Thanks BrendaIn case </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108879437741786828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108879437741786828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108879437741786828' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108864822442176378</id><published>2004-06-30T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:34:55.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anonther one bites the dust, but not in the way you think...Sorry for the lack of blogging...just don't have too much to say and the three jobs keep me busy.I didn't have to ump for the first weekday in a couple of weeks, so Von, his cousin Ken, and I decide to frisbee golf after I got off work at Aquinas. Because Von had recently bought me a new frisbee to replace one he lost last week, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108864822442176378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108864822442176378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108864822442176378' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108796023274631006</id><published>2004-06-22T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:10:32.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michigan is safe again...Once again, there is only one Slocum trapped in a construction-covered hinterland, for my little brother has made it home in one piece. Good times were had by all, with today being Craig's Crusiers for me, my brother, Ken, Von, and Von's cousin Ken (referred to Asian Ken, even though both Kens are Asian...hmm).I have spent much of this evening figuring out what to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108796023274631006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108796023274631006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108796023274631006' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108770225304885063</id><published>2004-06-19T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T23:30:53.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And they say that residence hall skills aren't transferrableFor those of you in GR, watch out because there are two Slocums on the prowl! Okay, so you don't have to watch out, but there are indeed two Slocums in town, as my little brother is staying with me for the next few days. Our adventures started this evening as we caught Shrek 2 at the mall. The movie, by the way, is fantastic, but as we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108770225304885063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108770225304885063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108770225304885063' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108640358824402345</id><published>2004-06-04T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T22:46:47.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pass/fail for president!What better combination for lowering the bar of higher education! So I just finished my Mexico paper, in all of its terrible glory. IIit's sort of a rant on socialism, student affairs, politics, and higher education, and somehow along the way it managed some refernces, but if anyone got a hold of it, I'd be embarrassed to have them read it. I'm kinda embarrassed to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108640358824402345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108640358824402345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108640358824402345' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108632165869540329</id><published>2004-06-03T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:00:58.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A vicious damn cycle...I don't know if this is the way summer is for other folks, but I know this has been my cycle:1) Not working normal job and not going to class, so have more free time (YAY!)2) Start looking for other things to fill in the free time3) Find internet, specifically eBay, to fill the free time4) Start buying lots of things, online and otherwise, to fill in the time5) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108632165869540329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108632165869540329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632165869540329' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108597140944728061</id><published>2004-05-30T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T22:43:29.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best day of the yearToday was indeed the best day of the year, the day where the eyes of the entire world focus on the great state of Indiana for what is the greatest spectacle in auto racing: the Indianapolis 500.I have always enjoyed auto racing, and do indeed have tickets to the NASCAR race at the Brickyard in August. but having not seen the race since 1999 (thanks to NACURH, which is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108597140944728061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108597140944728061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108597140944728061' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108587020313907515</id><published>2004-05-29T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T18:36:43.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You did what?So I was frisbee golfing yesterday and had to go down into the ravine behind Kistler to retrieve a frisbee. As I was getting down to the creek, I stepped on a stick that couldn't bear my girlish-figure, and fell on my back and shoulder between a sharp stick and a large rock.Landis yelled down to see if I was okay, and I said I was, as I laid in mud and water, legs akimbo, looking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108587020313907515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108587020313907515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108587020313907515' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108571630608604797</id><published>2004-05-27T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:51:46.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not dead, although I might be Jamaican...So it's been six weeks since I've posted...here's the short version:1) Wrapped up crazy end of academic year2) Spent 16 fantastic days in Mexico3) Came home, set frisbee golf course record (+2)4) Set record again the next day (+1)5) Had a conversation with Janet about my professionalism (no, it was not positive)6) Now working three jobsI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108571630608604797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108571630608604797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108571630608604797' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108207894990680914</id><published>2004-04-15T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:34:06.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cosmic justice...So on the way to Jenison today, a squirrel ran out in front of my Blazer. Had I sped up or slowed down, the squirrel probably would have been fine. Instead I kept pace, muttered "I'm gonna getcha," ran over his tail, sending some pieces onto the car behind me. I felt terrible afterwards, but moved on.After class tonight, I was playing Frisbee golf with Ken and threw towards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108207894990680914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108207894990680914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108207894990680914' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108182710033097268</id><published>2004-04-12T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T23:35:34.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rest is for the weak...Short entry, for I am sleepy. I think I am speaking for many of my fellow grad bloggers, most of whom have not posted in some time. This is our busiest time, and in two weeks we may breathe easier, for the year will be over. We will breathe much easier in three, for many of us will be in Mexico.Tonight's salute is to the next two weeks. I do not fear you...in fact, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108182710033097268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108182710033097268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108182710033097268' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108148283810293784</id><published>2004-04-08T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T23:57:47.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day of Silence gone to pot...So today was the Day of Silence, and from midnight to 7:30 pm, much to everyone's surprise, I was silent. My goal was to make it to 9:00, when I would break the silence as others were around campus. What stopped me just 90 minutes before my goal? An accidental slip-up?During our Adult Learner class, Brian, Annie, Khayree, CJ, and Crasha gave their presentation of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108148283810293784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108148283810293784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108148283810293784' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108131313304133406</id><published>2004-04-07T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T00:50:13.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What to say, what to say...I made it back alive, albiet very tired, from Philadelphia this morning. After a four-hour nap, I realized just how much crap has to get done in the next few weeks. I have netiher the time nor the energy to share with you all that happened at the conference, although there are a number of things I want to take time and reflect upon over the next few days and weeks, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108131313304133406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108131313304133406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131313304133406' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108080091758394370</id><published>2004-04-01T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T01:32:15.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's been a very eye-opening experience"That's how I described my time advising RHA this year to Dena when she asked me tonight. Student leaders within RHA repel hands-on advising, and being a hands-on advisor, that has been a struggle all year. The advisors suggested that for Community of Excellence presentations tonight, the Community Councils with first-year advisors should go last and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108080091758394370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108080091758394370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108080091758394370' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108071015403492190</id><published>2004-03-31T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T00:19:30.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R.I.P. Louie III?Tonight I went frisbee gofling for the third straight day, which is ordinarily a stress-relieving experience while enjoying the weather. Today I reverted back to my early golfing days, where I had no honest idea where my frisbee is going, except for my last throw, which I know was going into Zumberge Pond. As we were throwing at dusk, we lost sight of it quickly, and hopefully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108071015403492190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108071015403492190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108071015403492190' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108062480421723608</id><published>2004-03-30T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:36:59.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The little law paper that took down a cohort...This past weekend was fantastic, especially because I had Matt in town from Kansas, where he got to see the sights, play some cards, and get to know GVSU. He unfortunately did not get to know much of the cohort because most of us were holed in with our law papers, because we are all a bunch of procrastinators, many of us proud of it. Even having 11</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108062480421723608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108062480421723608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108062480421723608' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-108019927335491288</id><published>2004-03-25T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T02:25:16.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snap...I chatted with a colleague today about how yesterday was a day for here where if one more thing happened, her floodgates would have broken, and she would have just cried. Well that was kinda my day, except that moment for me is losing my temper, and that happened for the first time during my assistantship.As my fellow grad bloggers know, this has been a stressful time for all of us, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108019927335491288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/108019927335491288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108019927335491288' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107993029315820683</id><published>2004-03-21T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:41:37.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Broken heart, anyone??My heart is in my stomach right now, as I am watching "Dream Job" and just found out that my Maggie Haskins has hooked up with fellow contestant Mike Hall (I'M VOTING THAT BASTARD OFF!). Oops...damned inner monologue. :-(Let me now briefly lay out for everyone the other ways in which my heart is broken:1) Arizona is out of the Big Dance (STILL)2) My bracket for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107993029315820683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107993029315820683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993029315820683' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107967338455758277</id><published>2004-03-19T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T00:19:44.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Madness has just begun??Today of course is another great holiday; the beginning of the NCAA men's basketball tournament. Today is also one of the sadder days of the ayear for me...the day the U of Arizona gets eliminated from the tournament. Maybe next year...I argue, however, that the madness began a long time ago, although I'm not sure when. All I know is that it's in full swing right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107967338455758277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107967338455758277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967338455758277' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107958776378975054</id><published>2004-03-18T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T00:32:42.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Erin go braugh!So today was my national holiday, and that meant me drinking before noon, although later than orginially planned. I started off my day with lunch in Grand Rapids at the Black Rose, where pints of Guiness treated me very well. So well, however, that I was still a little intoxicated for my passport picture, but that makes sense, because most of the times people will need to look at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107958776378975054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107958776378975054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958776378975054' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107933179038139545</id><published>2004-03-15T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T01:28:17.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love being in a battleground state!Having lived in Arizona for eight years, followed by Indiana for fifteen, there were two thigns I could always count on:1) NEVER having to worry about daylight savings time, because I lived in the two states that don't use it2) NEVER having to see a presidential election commericial, because my state was too small (AZ in the 80s) or too Republican (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107933179038139545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107933179038139545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107933179038139545' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107915514871042593</id><published>2004-03-13T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T00:22:20.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't have much to say tonight, except make sure to read Ken's blog about his adventures celebrating my birthday. I hope to have a quiet Friday night on pager, and today's salute is to the crunchy noodle. Salud.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107915514871042593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107915514871042593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915514871042593' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107903543820517050</id><published>2004-03-11T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T15:07:08.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vegas, here I come?!The Stardust in Vegas sent me a free hotel froom for any two nights in the month of May a couple days ago. I read it and thought interesting, but I'll be in Mexico for the first two weeks, might be at NACURH, and have to work.  So I threw it away (as my old man rolled in his grave).I stopped him rolling quickly though, as Landis bluntly reminded me that I don't work on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107903543820517050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107903543820517050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903543820517050' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107880989695542362</id><published>2004-03-09T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T00:28:03.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two weeks of fun begins....NOW (or today @ 10:30am)That's right...I'm on duty. For the next fourteen days. I brought it on my self, so I'm not looking for pity, but we'll see how this treats me. I have had far more crisis situations without ever needing a pager to get involved in them, but at least my Blazer stays in front of Pickard for a while, and I can definitely take advantage of short </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107880989695542362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107880989695542362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107880989695542362' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107872142289930447</id><published>2004-03-07T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:53:27.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Round one complete...So everyone is back from OPE today, which means I have been on the phone with old Ball State friends more today than I have in the last month combined! I don't miss not being at Oshkosh this weekend, because I prefer not to be "on" so much in three days like at that circus, not to mention all the homework I got done and all the money I made playing poker (another $40 since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107872142289930447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107872142289930447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107872142289930447' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107855536010344301</id><published>2004-03-06T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T01:47:25.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, I FEEL like a woman!All Shania Twain references aside, I went shoe shopping today, and it was fantastic! I have been saying for some time that I need some dressier brown shoes and some not-Wingtip black shoes, so to Kohl's Ken, Carissa, and I went. Why now? The combination of casino winnings and birthday money, allowed me to drop $85 on shoes (which for three pair, ain't half bad!).The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107855536010344301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107855536010344301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855536010344301' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107843440119791423</id><published>2004-03-04T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T16:09:41.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!I am officially 24 today, and there's nothing like a trip to the Blue Chip to start off the day. You can imagine the scene...lots of old people, the occasional blue-collar worker, and me sitting at blackjack tables, slot machines, and roulette tables.After two and a half hours of $10 a hand blackjack, and I made $15...yippee. Stepped up to $25 a hand table, and made $40</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107843440119791423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107843440119791423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843440119791423' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107826951119630488</id><published>2004-03-02T18:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:21:29.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Sweet Muncie...GVSU spring break has been very good to me so far, having spent the past three days in Muncie with my old roommates and seeing a lot of old friends. Fantasy baseball season has also begun, as I have participated in my first draft of the season. I turn 24 in two days, which is kinda exciting, I guess...Birthdays definitely don't mean what they used to, at least not to me. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107826951119630488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107826951119630488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826951119630488' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107826950195439710</id><published>2004-03-02T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:21:19.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Sweet Muncie...GVSU spring break has been very good to me so far, having spent the past three days in Muncie with my old roommates and seeing a lot of old friends. Fantasy baseball season has also begun, as I have participated in my first draft of the season. I turn 24 in two days, which is kinda exciting, I guess...Birthdays definitely don't mean what they used to, at least not to me. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107826950195439710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107826950195439710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826950195439710' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107768476188485214</id><published>2004-02-24T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:55:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>40 days and 40 nights begin...Lent begins in 15 minutes, which means its time for one of my periodical religious rants. Today's topics: Lent and Catholics.Lent, and the 40 days of suffering without, represents a lot, don't get me wrong. So the first point of my rant is that if you're giving something up, more power to you, but giving up chocolate can't even begin to represent the sacrifice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107768476188485214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107768476188485214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768476188485214' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107760038990795140</id><published>2004-02-24T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T00:29:17.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh oh...I might start caring again.I'll be damned if I don't already have my case study done! I think a couple of days with less stress has done this Hoosier good, because I think I might just start caring again...I think the upcoming break is helping though, because I should be able to care for five days, right?I'm also reading for fun again...a poker book; who would've guessed? Positively </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107760038990795140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107760038990795140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107760038990795140' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107751678991128991</id><published>2004-02-23T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T01:15:55.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At last the streak ends...Saturday was the first day in weeks that I did not do a single thing related to my job. And it felt GREAT! This weekend gave me the chance to clean my apartment, do launfry, play Frisbee golf, get outdrawn, I mean play Texas Hold 'em (see Von's blog), and start on that paper due a week and a half ago.I also received three books in the mail, two of them a gracious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107751678991128991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107751678991128991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751678991128991' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107717103150566473</id><published>2004-02-19T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:13:12.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Throwing out the formality...Anyone who's ever been in class with me has realized that I approach the classroom with a "what you see is what you get" attitude. There is no formality, not much politeness, just good old-fashioned, brutally honest opinions. Now other matters, however, get a lot of polish and professional which I have taken great pride in for quite some time.This semester, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107717103150566473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107717103150566473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717103150566473' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107691153396214464</id><published>2004-02-16T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T01:08:10.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Case study, more case study, vaginas, and more case study!I am getting to the point that I feel I will not be regularly blogging anymore. Not because I don't want to, but because I have not been taking time to do the other little things. I don't take time to breathe, and when I do, for many reasons, I don't get to. I always walk around with a lot of thoughts on my mind, but this semester has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107691153396214464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107691153396214464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691153396214464' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107638615061154353</id><published>2004-02-09T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T23:11:38.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>900 miles, four days, 12 hours of sleep, and a proud papaThe past four days, although leaving me a crumpled heap, have been very rewarding. Friday night, Saturday was spent with my students at the No Frills business meeting. Although Teri and Kevin asked me not to be in their presentation (makes them nervous...I was a Gestapo in our preparations), being told that there was only one question </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107638615061154353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107638615061154353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638615061154353' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107596009877919504</id><published>2004-02-05T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T00:52:07.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phone survey making me feel guilty?For the past week or so, I've had a lot of things going on that have just messed with my head and the rank and file of things I call my life. Some I've shared with you (that damned book) others I have not (sorry...).Another in this laundry list came in the half hour before class today, when I was randomly selected to participate in a survey of Michiganders (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107596009877919504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107596009877919504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107596009877919504' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107570002533345973</id><published>2004-02-02T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T00:36:47.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With YOUR help, maybe I can make the top 10?  But should I?First off, I have added to my list of battles protecting all Hoosiers trapped in cold-weather hinterlands, if you didn't notice above...although Indiana is no Hawaii, there's something about seeing two feet of snow that makes me think reminders of Indiana are necessary...The big news today was delivered to me this afternoon by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107570002533345973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107570002533345973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570002533345973' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107561521316304681</id><published>2004-02-01T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T01:02:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meh...So I started and finished reading Mitch Albom's "The Five People You Meet in Heaven," and even after playing poker for three hours, I am in funk. Not much matters, while at the same time, I'm doubting a lot of things that have happened, both in the past and more recently.If you've read the book (or even if you haven't) I'd love to have a face-to-face discussion about some of this...if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107561521316304681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107561521316304681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107561521316304681' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107534776262105307</id><published>2004-01-28T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:44:53.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrapping up the ninth day of the busiest week of my life...I haven't posted in forever, but have neither the time nor the energy to share everything I have been doing over the last week. It's been very exhausting, but very rewarding. A group of students I advise have done an awesome job putting together a host bid for No Frills 2005...moments with that group remind me of the differences I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107534776262105307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107534776262105307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107534776262105307' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107475010255536720</id><published>2004-01-22T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:44:12.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the second day of the busiest week of my life...You ever start the day by opening your eyes and saying "OH SHIT!" That was the beginning of my day today, as I set my alarm for 7:45 PM and woke up around 10, just as my second RA interview was about to begin.But the real reason for my busy schedule is my students, as we are putting together a bid to host No Frills 2005, a business </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107475010255536720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107475010255536720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475010255536720' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107457523425145706</id><published>2004-01-20T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:09:13.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At last, the final cord is cut...When students leave home for college, they begin a transition away from dependence on their families, which for some happens with a kick out the door and for others never really ends. For me, that dependence officially ended today.I have always paid for college, using home for breaks and summers. I was always fed, clothed, and the like, and I guess I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107457523425145706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107457523425145706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457523425145706' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107448592438966379</id><published>2004-01-18T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T23:43:23.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The one-armed king rules in the land of blind men"First off, I apologize that my last entry was pretty vague. Although it says above that you've stumbled upon my mind, I simply can't say everything that I want to say. But since I've had but a few things on my mind this weekend (Peyton Manning returning to Earth, texas hold-em, higher education law, and my last entry), I will share some things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107448592438966379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107448592438966379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448592438966379' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107440188540528704</id><published>2004-01-17T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:04:15.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just don't know anymore...I am often amazed by observing the actions of others...I am a people watcher and things people do sometimes just make me shake my head in amazement or disbelief.  After the past couple of days, I just don't know anymore...I will always shake my head over this one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107440188540528704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107440188540528704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107440188540528704' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107414414775123876</id><published>2004-01-15T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T00:24:19.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Short and to the point...If I resolve to do one thing this year (not a New Year's resolution), but if I change ONE thing, next year's CSAL grads will not have six striaght hours of class. A proposal will be written, and meetings will be occurring. Scheduling a twelve hour day for grads in the division is simply ridiculous.  You want an endurance test, I'll go run a few miles. Once the planning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107414414775123876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107414414775123876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107414414775123876' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-10740590110170975</id><published>2004-01-14T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T00:45:21.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the match was an omen...So today should have been a typical Tuesday...woke up at 11 (at this point you may all shake your fists at me), ate lunch at the Meadows with Mike Maesch (fist shaking #2), and then off to work, right?Well, I made it into work, where I had the distinct pleasure of doing a key audit (James, if you're reading this...all that practice in BotSwin is SURE PAYING OFF</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/10740590110170975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/10740590110170975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10740590110170975' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257233.post-107397120841342959</id><published>2004-01-13T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T00:20:47.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somebody put out that match!One of the many pleasures of having an apartment that is considered by your university to be "off-campus" is the ability to burn a candle at one's leisure. I've never been much of a candle guy, but I've come to find that my apartment smells like whatever I cooked for about three days. I found this out after making a tuna noodle casserole, and have since been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107397120841342959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257233/posts/default/107397120841342959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slocumin2016.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397120841342959' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17098680400398648755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1286/320/2004_0712Image0010.2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
