<?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-22981776</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:22:13.014-07:00</updated><category term='tech'/><category term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Random Bits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-9098822890732101976</id><published>2008-07-17T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:31:15.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>It's iLove</title><content type='html'>I am simple enamored with my new old iPhone. I purchased it this past week from a friend at work when he moved up to the new 3g, and I am extremely happy with my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for my iPhone is primarily driven by my obsession with the new slew of apps to use on the fly. I am seriously starting to wish I had some kind of coding expertise so that I could join in and create some apps while they are still in start-up phase. I think most people still do not realize the impact the iPhone is going to have on the world. I don't mean just the iPhone of course. The gPhone or whatever else will rival the iPhone may very well take the crown in the end. However, whichever one ends up on top will have a great impact on the development of communications for the next decade everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one love the idea of having everything in one device: my phone, my music and video collection, my emails, my social networking,  a remote control for every device in my house. The potential is simply astounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, despite having no actual coding knowledge, I have determined that I am going to learn some coding and (hopefully with some help from others) try to develop some elementary applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the top apps in the app store at the moment is called iPint. It is a simple, even crappy game in which you use the sixaxis controllers to slide a beer glass down a bar top. Upon completion of the level, you get to "drink" a pint of frosty beer. When it comes down to it, the application is nothing more than a slightly creative advertising tool, but it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in on that. I want to gain an expertise and be able to approach companies and tell them about the power of this new medium and how I can help them get a foothold in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm probably shooting too high with this one, but I can dream can't I? Anyway, I'm going to try to get OSX installed on a computer and attempt to start learning to code with Apple's SDK. We'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-9098822890732101976?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/9098822890732101976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=9098822890732101976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/9098822890732101976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/9098822890732101976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-ilove.html' title='It&apos;s iLove'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-2469909111851752739</id><published>2008-03-04T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:26:20.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grow'd up</title><content type='html'>There have been a number of occasions throughout the past four years of my life in which I have really been faced with the fact that I am now an adult, responsible for my own decisions and "free." This week is one of those times. I am currently sitting in a little coffee shop in Boulder, CO, working on a business plan and other work for TeacherHubs. I am skipping school this week and paying my own way to be here. I had to get no waiver signed by my parents, no blessing. In fact, if I wasn't such a nice and communicative son, my parents wouldn't have the slighted idea that I was anywhere but Abilene. I like the fact that I now bear all responsibility for any decisions I choose to make. My parents can only offer advice from here on out; not mandates. It's slightly nerve wracking, but even more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-2469909111851752739?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/2469909111851752739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=2469909111851752739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/2469909111851752739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/2469909111851752739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-growd-up.html' title='All Grow&apos;d up'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-8503185818250357340</id><published>2007-05-30T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:19:09.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will blog again</title><content type='html'>I know I'm writing this to nobody, because nobody will probably ever read my blog again. I swear to you though, nobody, that I will in fact start blogging again. I'm going to try to update at least twice a week. It was a wonderful feeling to blog every day when I was in Oxford, and I would simply love to work back up to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great for my feeble memory to be forced to recap my day, or at least some portion of it. Otherwise, I might as well have never experienced it in the first place because it simply escapes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway, I'm off to bed now. I'm heading home to Longview tomorrow morning. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-8503185818250357340?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/8503185818250357340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=8503185818250357340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/8503185818250357340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/8503185818250357340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-blog-again.html' title='I will blog again'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115567826945949967</id><published>2006-08-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:44:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm Before the Storm</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was pretty awesome. I am so glad I decided to take off of work for a couple days and go home. It was so great to see everyone and get a bit of quality R&amp;R time. Sometimes life is just good. This was one of those weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/apple-pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 198px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/apple-pie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlee dear, thanks so much for dinner. It was exquisite, as always. The pork chops were wonderful, and it was the best apple pie I've ever had. I'm really suprised you're not married yet, as you are pretty much the greatest housewife ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those of you who felt somewhat neglected this weekend. I guess my priorities were... elsewhere this weekend. You're just going to have to come to Abilene to visit. I would love to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have somehow managed to squeeze 2 months of work into 3 weeks. I am nearly caught up for the year. Now I just have to work out the details for the upcoming projects I have. Starting next week, I am going to be working like crazy for the next couple months. There is so much coming up it's insane. My calendar presents a pretty daunting sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are starting to trickle in at a higher rate. I'm really excited. I love it when the campus is teeming with people. Won't be long now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115567826945949967?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115567826945949967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115567826945949967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115567826945949967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115567826945949967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/08/calm-before-storm.html' title='The Calm Before the Storm'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115509867587883627</id><published>2006-08-08T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:44:35.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic-based faith is so fragile sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This afternoon Maher and I were in the library sampling some iced beverages from the Starbucks there when I heard somebody moaning really loudly behind me. I snuck a glance over my shoulder and saw what I thought to be a retarded guy sitting at a computer making noise. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly the guy stiffened up and started convulsing. I turned and looked as he fell out of his chair and started writhing on the ground, moaning and screaming. I’ve never seen a seizure before, but it was fairly interesting. The barrista called 911 while Maher and I went over to try to help somehow. We really didn’t know what to do, so we worked to keep him on his side so that he didn’t drown in his spit and vomit until the paramedics arrived. ‘Twas quite interesting. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the ordeal, Maher looked pretty depressed/pissed. I asked him why that was, and his reply was merely, “sometimes I really hate the devil.” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I asked him why on earth he was thinking about such a thing at that moment. Where did he see the devil in that event? He told me that conditions like seizures were caused by Satan. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, this left me feeling puzzled. I responded by saying that the cause for the seizure was rather due to the negligence of the guy in forgetting to take his medicine, because it was in fact a recurring ordeal for him, and it was probably onset by one of the flashing banners on Myspace which he was looking at at the time. The onset could have been stopped had the guy taken his medicine. Was Maher suggesting that the devil’s effect can be stopped merely by a medicinal product?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He then basically said that we have become a little too quick to explain away everything that was previously attributed to the devil. I inwardly scoffed at this statement, thinking that of course, things have changed a great deal, and now people realize that not everything that happens around them is the result of a direct command by Satan or demons. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started delving into that thought a little later though. What are the implications of the fact that everything previously attributed to the devil can now be explained scientifically? There are a lot of mentions of the devil and demons and such in the bible. It was an understood fact back then that spirits had a lot of influence on the world. When I think about that though, I often say, “well yeah, they didn’t have the means to explain it back then, so they used spiritual terms. They described extraordinary occurrences the only way they knew how.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This train of thought immediately leads me into dangerous and all-too-familiar territory though. If it is so easy for me to explain away demons and spiritual warfare, then what of all of the New Testament? Is it not possible that Jesus was turned – through people and stories – into God simply because he was so great it was inexplicable to the people then? Could it not all be some sort of Life of Brian escapade? After all, the first gospel was not written until at least 30 years after Jesus’ death. I’m pretty sure most word of mouth stories change quite drastically after 30 years. Everything gets blown out of proportion, and details get blown to the wind. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Certainly, some people call this sort of talk heresy. How can I possibly doubt the 100% validity of the Holy Bible, written by God himself? The thing is… every single book was written by a human. Humans – however well-intentioned they are – tend to fabricate and stretch things. I have no doubt that the Bible is based in the truth, and it’s principles are what we should use to guide our lives. But is it infallible? I think not…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, I’m not necessarily doubting the divinity of Jesus. I’m just wondering; how much of the Bible is… stretching the truth? I hate this kind of thinking, because it never gets me anywhere. Why do I have to be so questioning and logical? I just want to accept things. I know that I will never be able to logically explain everything concerning God, so why do I seek explanations so fervently? Oh well, I’ll accept things when my brain gets old and lazy I guess. That seems to be the trend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115509867587883627?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115509867587883627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115509867587883627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115509867587883627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115509867587883627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/08/logic-based-faith-is-so-fragile.html' title='Logic-based faith is so fragile sometimes'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115361200906219951</id><published>2006-07-22T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:46:49.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Summer</title><content type='html'>I have recently realized that I have a serious problem; I have no idea how to relax. It is just not in my nature to not be accomplishing something. Today has been driving me mad. I woke up and decided to practice my omelet-making. Then I went about cleaning up my apartment. At some point I realized that I need to be a bit more active and that pushups, though great for my triceps, don't really do much for my biceps, so I went to Academy to buy a couple dumbbells. After thoroughly wearing myself out by watching the news while pumping iron, I did my laundry in UP's enormous and beautiful laundry facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized... I have nothing to do, and nobody to do it with. Now that I'm finally living in my own place, I have a huge desire to play the host; to cook for and entertain people. There's simply nobody interested though... After calling everybody I know, I realized that I was in fact completely alone. I guess I have become somewhat socially dependent over the past few years, even though I suppose I'm socially inept at times. I panic at the thought of having absolutely nobody to talk to or do anything with. I can handle boring activities and even doing nothing, if I have somebody to do it with, but the thought of being bored alone... That terrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played my guitar and read a book for an hour or two, but it was still driving me insane that I wasn't actually doing anything. At the moment, absolutely all of my social interests lie in some other town. Every single person I have called within the past couple days is in another town, or they're working, or with their girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I am now sitting on Jeff McCain's bed in the Sig Shack, just to be within a hundred feet of a person I can communicate with. At the moment Jim Kizer is the only other person here, and he's just playing World Of Warcraft, so it's not really much better. Why do I feel this immense... emptiness? Actually, putting it in that language really helps me. I think it's good to have a reminder that there are always going to be times when there won't be people and activities around to fulfill me, and I should be seeking my fulfillment elsewhere. Of course, I can say that all day long, but actually attaining it... That's something entirely different. I've been seeking happiness and fulfillment a bunch of places recently and forgetting that it all ultimately comes from God. It's time I relax and get to know him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115361200906219951?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115361200906219951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115361200906219951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115361200906219951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115361200906219951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/07/joys-of-summer.html' title='The Joys of Summer'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115315206794200804</id><published>2006-07-17T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:01:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Settled?</title><content type='html'>Friday I left work early and started moving into my apartment (UP 316). It was nice moving into a place that's entirely mine. I have my own bedroom and bathroom, and until my roommate gets here, my own kitchen and living room. Tyler (my roommate) left pretty much everything he owns in his room, so rather than having to buy a ton of dishes and kitchen supplies, I have access to everything I need. 'Tis great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I was feeling fairly lonely and was quite daunted by the enormous pile of stuff I had to figure out a way to organize, so I called my mom and convinced her to drive out. She showed up mid-Saturday and we began the process of bringing method to the madness that I had created. It was so awesome to have her there helping me. I have no idea how long it would have taken me to accomplish all we got done in a day and a half. It was also amazing to have her to buy the things I needed and help me stock my completely empty fridge. Under her guidance, I also cooked a couple meals. I'm sure I'll call her every time I cook something from now on, but I feel like I have a hand hold in the kitchen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda sad that my mom has to leave me now. I'm at work now, but she's still in my apartment organizing stuff for me. It's been so awesome having her here. She saved my life. I hate to see her go, but alas, it's time I grow up and get used to living alone. It's a different sensation, moving into a place with no roommates or family. It's cool, but I'm not sure I like it so much. Nah, I love it. I'm pumped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115315206794200804?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115315206794200804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115315206794200804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115315206794200804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115315206794200804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-settled.html' title='Finally Settled?'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115266798438871999</id><published>2006-07-11T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:33:04.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally back</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally back to Abilene. It was great to get back home and see friends for a few days, and I wish I could have had longer at home, but I was eager to get here as well. This has been an emotionally draining summer and I'm tired of saying goodbye to people, so now it's good to be at my final destination. I suppose from here on out I'll be eagerly counting down the days until school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fairly confusing housing situation here. I arrived at the house I'm staying in with 5 other guys and walked in to find only 1 person lounging about. I looked around for where I was to sleep and realized that I didn't have a bed here. Supposedly we're going to get a mattress in the next few days for me to use, but I'm actually thinking about moving into my apartment early. I don't really want to deal with the rowdy, late night, no AC atmosphere here for $200 a month when I could more easily settle into my own place and get settled for the year. I'm going to go talk to the housing people tomorrow about the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start work at 8, but I don't really know exactly what I'm doing. I asked Dean Barnard where I should go for my first day, and he told me to just spend the rest of this week in my SA office working on whatever I need to do to get situated for the rest of the summer. I guess I'll get started on some of the projects I've been putting off. It is now time for my summer to end. It's a shame... I don't feel like it's begun yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115266798438871999?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115266798438871999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115266798438871999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115266798438871999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115266798438871999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-back.html' title='Finally back'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115197313407197950</id><published>2006-07-03T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:32:14.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regretfully, I awoke today at around 11 am in my &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; bed with no plans for the day. I suppose it wasn’t the end of the world. It was great to sleep in. It’s also nice to have a bit of money left in my pocket at the end of the trip. It would have cost a fortune to go anywhere. Unfortunately, the only way to know whether it would have been worth it was to go. Ah well, I got a good rest. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night some of us threw in for a bunch of meat and stuff and had a wonderful barbeque. I had some amazing chicken and one of the best meat and stuff and had a wonderful barbeque. I had some amazing chicken and one of the best steaks I’ve had in months. It was quite ideal, sitting outside in the perfect weather eating amazing food, playing guitar, and chilling. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today consisted of nothing but eating, writing a paper, playing guitar, and board games and movies with friends. People were trickling in throughout the day from their wonderful excursions throughout &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; and making me jealous. Tomorrow is our last real day of classish stuff. We will go to watch two of our groups present their findings to Oxford Analytica. Then I think the schedule is open until our final celebration on Wednesday night. Then we’ll be getting up early Thursday to go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to fly home. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, I think this may be my last mandatory journal, so I guess I should include some sort of observation about the culture. Let me see… Ok, I have gotten the impression during my stay that the English are much more friendly and accepting than Americans. All of the conversations I have had with the locals have been extremely warm and open. I feel that if I was to go door to door just looking for conversation that I would get invited in for tea about half the time. I love it. Oddly enough though, service in restaurants and stores seems to be the exact opposite. People are very short with you and not very helpful at all. Employees are likely to let you know about it if you inconvenience them in any way. I think it is odd how large the gap is between their social and work lives. I think it’s really great though. When they’re off work, they’re really off and don’t give it a thought. They lose their intense schedule drive and are relaxed and friendly. Great people. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have really been here a long time. Earlier today some people were talking about their memories from earlier on the trip. They really seemed like a very long time ago to me. It’s amazing that we only have a few days left. I remember thinking how incredibly long I still had left a few weeks ago. Wow, time flies like crazy. Too bad I only get 4 days at home before I have to head to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Abilene&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Hopefully I’ll get to see everyone during that time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115197313407197950?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115197313407197950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115197313407197950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115197313407197950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115197313407197950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/07/oxford-day-27_03.html' title='Oxford Day 27'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115197304984900658</id><published>2006-07-03T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:30:49.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it’s not &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Wales&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bath&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a pretty neat place. We got to the train station in the morning to look up prices for the other three places. It would have cost us at least two hundred bucks to make it to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and about the same for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I only would have cost a hundred to go to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Wales&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but we didn’t even know what to do there, so we decided to just take a day trip to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bath&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It was worth it.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bath&lt;/st1:city&gt;, by the way, is a very old place where, when the Romans expanded across that part of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, they found a miraculous hot spring. Seeing that it was a holy place, they decided to build a temple to their water gods and whatnot and to build a really awesome spa to channel the power of the spring. Probably around the second century they build the enormous complex which stands beneath a very large portion of the surrounding city with the enormous bath complex at the epicenter. It is absolutely amazing to know that there is an entire city &lt;i style=""&gt;under&lt;/i&gt; the existing city in all directions. All of the old temple and city still remains unexcavated about 15 feet below ground. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am really starting to gain quite an appreciation for old remnants of past societies. After having gone to a bunch of WWII sites a week or two ago I realized just how destructive the elements are for structures that people create. It is amazing to see enormous steel and cement structures that were built to withstand intense bombings but have been annihilated over the past 60 years by the elements. The wind and rain and ocean have completely changed the landscape around the old battle sites over the past 60 years. To think that anything at all exists of the Roman cities after two thousand years is amazing. It is also pretty amazing that an entire city has been built on top of a Roman city. I’m not even sure how that sort of trend starts. The spring and bath wasn’t even discovered until the mid-19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century. How did people not look at the river coming out from under their city and wonder where it came from? I would certainly be curious. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was neat though to be walking around this ancient bath realizing that during Jesus’ life there were people standing exactly where I was, wondering how this mysterious hot water came to be. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think a lot more happened yesterday, but I’ve filled a page, so that’s sufficient. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115197304984900658?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115197304984900658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115197304984900658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115197304984900658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115197304984900658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/07/bath.html' title='Bath'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115171550763606011</id><published>2006-06-30T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:58:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, so I’m slightly dejected that I am able to write this blog right now, rather than being in some other amazing city somewhere. Before you laugh at my plight, let me just tell you that this is intentional. Tomorrow morning we are going to be heading to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;… or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;… or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wales&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;… or somewhere else. Actually, we’re just going to go to the train station in the morning and take whatever we feel like and hope it turns out for the best. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today the top group gave their presentation to Harte Hanks. Let me tell ya, I am so glad I didn’t have to present. The Harte Hanks execs tore that group apart. They tore into the details and totally caught them off guard with tons of questions, demanding that they get what they deserve as the customer. It was really intense, but fun to watch. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most people took off mid-day to everywhere in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. A group went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;; one went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Spain&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;; one went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. My group of 5 stayed behind with no idea where we were headed. Haha. We ended up not going anywhere today. We’re definitely going &lt;i style=""&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow though. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went on a hunt for deodorant today. Apparently it is not as prevalent in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as in the States. I went to a number of stores before I finally found some, and there was certainly not much of a selection. They even really have stick deodorant here. I couldn’t find any stick deodorant except some really expensive imported Gillette stuff. I ended up getting some Lynx spray deodorant. Lynx is exactly the same as Axe, just with a different name. I’m not sure why that is. Is Axe a bad word in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; or something? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight we played some 5-person Risk while watching the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; – &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ukraine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; game. It was a blast. Two of the players got knocked out after about an hour or two. Then Cody, Jonathan, and I ended up playing for three more hours. Our balances of power shifted quite a bit during that time, but we all managed to keep an even power over all. It was a really great game. Unfotunately, after about 5 hours of Risk, a couple people in the room started rough-housing and one of them threw a jacket at the other. Guess where it landed. That’s right. It knocked ever piece off the board. We were fairly displeased. Jonathan was downright livid. Haha, even now, 2 hours later, I can hear him ranting about it in the other room. It was such an amazing game. Quite a shame it had to be messed up. I wanted to prove my ability as a strategist once and for all. I guess I’ll have to wait for another day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115171550763606011?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115171550763606011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115171550763606011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115171550763606011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115171550763606011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-24.html' title='Oxford Day 24'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115162793981732481</id><published>2006-06-29T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:38:59.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was long. I woke up and stumbled into the office where my team was assembled, and we worked on our project for a few hours, finishing up our presentation which we gave to our professors at 3. It was so great to be done. I have nothing else to do for the remainder of this trip, except continuing this journal. I suppose I don’t really mind this though, since a few people actually read this and get to hear what I’m doing. I’m not very good at recalling events after the fact, so it helps to put down what I can remember at the end of each day, rather than trying to recall it all later on down the road. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love it when professors get fatigued. Mr. Winegeart had a ton of assignments at the beginning of the trip that we had looming over our heads. We had a big book to read with a report or exam over it at the end. We had two papers to write, and a final exam covering everything. Today we had a meeting though, and he said that we didn’t have to read the book, we didn’t have to write the papers, and we aren’t having a final exam. So basically, we already have our grades based on what we did in class a couple weeks ago, and we get a completion grade for this journal. So basically I get a fairly easy A in one of my upper level major’s courses. Score! I’m really glad he did it though, because it probably would have been quite a bit too much to ask, since we’ve worked ourselves nearly to death during the past couple weeks. It’s been a blast, but we’re all really worn out. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I’m faced with my final weekend in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and my group of 5 guys has no destination. We have no idea where we’re going to go tomorrow. We were planning on &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dublin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, but when I checked the forecast, it said rain for the next ten days. Poo. We may end up going there, or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Scotland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Wales&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, or even the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Netherlands&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I have no idea though. Hopefully we’ll come up with something awesome to do before it’s too late. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight I went out with a few guys to watch Thank You For Smoking. It was a really funny and awesome movie. I love intelligent comedies. I wish I could be a master of words like that fella. Quite impressive.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the movie, we came back here and sat around in my room for a couple hours, playing guitar and talking about random stuff. It was fun. That’s all I have to say about that. Tomorrow, I depart for the unknown. Wish us luck. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115162793981732481?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115162793981732481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115162793981732481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115162793981732481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115162793981732481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-23.html' title='Oxford Day 23'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115153886751133669</id><published>2006-06-28T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:54:27.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 22</title><content type='html'>The walls and floors in this house are so incredibly thin and porous when it comes to sound. I woke up this morning bright and early to the sounds of an earthquake above my head. The commons room in our house is directly over my room, so I can clearly hear everything that takes place within it. Today the cleaning lady was in there vacuuming and moving furniture. I have no idea how she managed to make as much noise as she did. I tried to go to sleep for another hour or so, but after she got done in the commons room she came down to the bottom floor and started vacuuming there. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea what she was doing, but she hit my door with the vacuum about 68 times. It really sounded like there was an elephant cleaning our house. Oh well, I finally got up and grumpily poured a bowl of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;"Jordan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s Country Crisp" and headed to our morning meeting. No, on second thought, I was only grumpy until I read my morning message from Mallory. That always makes the day better.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We worked the whole day on our project, tabulating data and starting our Powerpoint. We present tomorrow afternoon, so I certainly hope we’re ready. We’re pretty lazy at this point in the trip, so we’re all pretty lethargic about the whole thing. We’ll do a decent job, but we’re all too tired to make it an absolutely stellar project. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not gonna lie; I actually ended up being fairly useless today. I mostly just gave moral support and backrubs and guitar accompaniment. Shaylee and I worked up another bout of songs for the devo tonight. It was really fun. She also made me learn a Nickel Creek song for her since it was her birthday. I love guitar. My fingers are really hurting because of the amount I’ve been playing in the past few days. I love the pain though. It’s much the same as the deep muscle pain after a good workout. Good pain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115153886751133669?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115153886751133669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115153886751133669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115153886751133669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115153886751133669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-22.html' title='Oxford Day 22'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115145408676199018</id><published>2006-06-27T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:21:26.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dr. Lytle’s class had to meet at 9 this morning, but Winegeart let his class sleep in, so I didn’t have to meet my group until 11. Oddly enough though, I don’t feel any more rested. We basically spent the whole day compiling data from surveys into usable formats. It was tons of fun. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At one point Cody, Daniel, and I went to the grocery store about a mile away to grab some groceries. I know it sounds strange, but I’m going to miss walking that far all the time when I get back to the States. People are so lazy in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. People would rather drive across the ACU campus than walk. It’s pretty ridiculous. It’s funny to me that Americans can drive every single place they go, eat tons of unhealthy food, and then curse their genetics for their problems with weight. People are just lazy. Face it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love how worked up the Brits get over soccer. Every single person in the country knows all about the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; team and is rooting for them in the cup. Every bar and restaurant and establishment of any kind shows every &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; game. I kinda wish &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; had some sort of unifying bond occasionally. It would be nice to have that sort of camaraderie with everyone, even if only occasionally. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing I do find interesting in traveling is the automatic bond that origin can give you with people. When traveling around to other states within the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, it gives me an instant bond with someone to find that they’re from &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:State&gt;… or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; I suppose. Within &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, if I find that they’re from the 903 there is an instant openness there that wouldn’t exist otherwise. The farther you travel from home the wider that geographical bond. Over here, when I find someone from anywhere in the States we have that bond instantly. I think it’s pretty interesting. Somebody that I would never have any reason to talk to within the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; becomes very interesting when I encounter them here. I have had tons of conversations with people over here, simply because our accents are the same. I find it rather odd that the scope of that bond becomes so much greater the farther you travel. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend we were planning on going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but we waited too long to get tickets, so now it would cost us hundreds to fly there. I suppose we’ll be doing something much closer now. Sigh. I guess I am pretty intrigued by &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Hopefully we can find an inexpensive route to get there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115145408676199018?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115145408676199018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115145408676199018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115145408676199018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115145408676199018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-21.html' title='Oxford Day 21'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115136086355403514</id><published>2006-06-26T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T15:27:43.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 20</title><content type='html'>We went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; today to get briefed by Harte Hanks on our next project. It was a bummer that we had to wake up so early, but I suppose it was a good enough day to merit the drive.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As soon as we arrived at Harte Hanks they ushered us into a boardroom with a long table COVERED in food. It was incredible. We gorged ourselves on donuts and croissants and grapes and strawberries and cookies and brownies and pastries and all sorts of things. It was absolutely amazing. They told us about the company for a couple hours then they told us we had to finish what was left in the room. We had hardly dented it earlier, but when we went back in this second time they had added enormous piles of candy bars and such. They stood behind us urging us to eat as much as possible and to stick the rest in our pockets and bags. I had a hayday and filled my pockets with chocolate and candy while munching pastries and grapes. I love food.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So a little after noon they drove us to the center of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and let us go for the rest of the day. I couldn’t think of anything to do, having seen pretty much all the sights in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; already, so Cody, Grant, and I decided to go to the London Dungeon. It’s basically a walking tour with actors that play out a sort of haunted house scenario while giving information about past acts and practices of torture and executions and disasters and such. They had a segment on the Bubonic Plague and the London Fire and Jack the Ripper and stuff. It was pretty entertaining, but not worth the 15 quid (about $30) I had to throw down to get in. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was raining all day in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; so we just scampered about, trying to avoid it for the rest of the afternoon until we caught the bus back at 7. We ended up spending quite a bit of time in and around Piccadilly Circus, which is the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; equivalent of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Times Square&lt;/st1:place&gt;. There was a lot to see, so we managed to stay pretty entertained for the most part. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I’m just going to work on homework and other projects for another hour or so and head to bed. I’m fairly tired. Unfortunately I’m fresh out of all groceries, so I didn’t really have any considerable supper and I likely won’t get breakfast. I’ll have to run to the grocery store as soon as possible. Ok, farewell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115136086355403514?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115136086355403514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115136086355403514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115136086355403514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115136086355403514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-20.html' title='Oxford Day 20'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115130440658060464</id><published>2006-06-25T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:46:46.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I didn’t do very much, and it was great. I got up and read a few chapters of the book for my class. Then I wandered around the houses and marveled at the fact that pretty much everybody was out of town except me and a few others. I felt a bit lonely, but realized that it would be a good opportunity to get stuff done. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a while I got hungry and stuck some wonderful &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; cheese in a couple yummy rolls and put them in the oven while I played guitar. After a few minutes I went to check on the rolls and saw that the cheese hadn’t melted very much at all, so I decided to wait a couple more minutes. I went back to my room and started smelling smoke about 30 seconds later. I ran into the kitchen, turned off the oven, and opened the window, fanning frantically to keep the alarm system from going off. I still have no idea how that bread managed to completely char itself in under 30 seconds after having been barely warm for about 5 minutes. Oh well. I ended up eating crackers for lunch. They were yummy, but not quite as satisfying as cheesy bread. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ended up playing guitar for another couple hours until a few of us went to a pub to watch the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; – &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; game. It was pretty awesome being in a tiny room full of tons of screaming Brits watching a great soccer match. We got hungry during halftime and left to get a burger across the street. It took a while and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; scored before we could get back, bringing it to 1-0. We decided to go get ice cream instead of finishing the game. Then we just came back to the house. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight we had a devo, and I led singing. It was actually pretty fun, and they really appreciated the guitar accompaniment. Tomorrow we head to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to start our final challenge. That’ll be a blast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115130440658060464?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115130440658060464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115130440658060464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115130440658060464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115130440658060464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-19.html' title='Oxford Day 19'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115117891959561374</id><published>2006-06-24T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:55:19.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windsor Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3546.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today six of us decided to go to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Windsor&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Castle&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. That’s the castle where the queen lives on weekends and many of the English monarchs have resided for hundreds of years. It’s a pretty impressive place and full of rich history.   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;“The original construction, a motte and bailey (an artificial hill with with a fenced area at the top), was built for William the Conqueror around the year 1080. Originally part of a ring of defences around &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Windsor&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Castle&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; gradually became a popular Royal residence because of the good hunting in the nearby forest. The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Round&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, along with the original outer wall, was erected for King Henry II. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Further improvements and enlargements took place over the centuries until the magnificent castle we see today finally emerged in 1830. A favourite of Queen &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, the castle survived for most of the last century with few changes.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really like the town of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Windsor&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. People bustle about in the walkways between the quaint shops and restaurants. It somehow has a small-town feel despite most of the people being tourists. The castle lies at the center. It is quite hard to miss as it towers above everything as if saying “I still command this area and all within it.” We wandered into a really pretty Victorian restaurant, and I got fish and chips for the first time since coming to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. It was pretty good. We felt fairly inadequate in the restaurant, however, because we were the only people under the age of 50 in the place. It was a nice meal though. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eventually we worked our way to the entrance of the castle. I forgot my school ID, so I didn’t get the student discount. Sigh. I suppose my heightened rate was worth it though. It is definitely an amazing castle. Throughout most of the inner rooms we weren’t allowed to take pictures, but there were some amazing rooms with armor and weapons and such. I was very impressed. It is pretty amazing to see the luxury that some people get to live in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Windsor&lt;/st1:city&gt; castle is the Queen’s weekend getaway so the same guards that watch &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Buckingham&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; are also at the castle. Cody and I managed to get a picture with one of them, but it didn’t turn out all that great because of the sun. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am pretty tired now. I’m debating just staying here tomorrow and not doing much, but I’ll probably end up going to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bath&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; with a few people. Oh well, it’s not like I’m going to have too many opportunities to do things like this. I’d better take advantage of every opportunity to experience something new. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115117891959561374?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115117891959561374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115117891959561374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115117891959561374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115117891959561374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/windsor-castle.html' title='Windsor Castle'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115117770081024097</id><published>2006-06-24T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:35:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So today we finally finished with our second project. The last three days have seemed like over a week in themselves. We have worked our tails off, and as it turns out we didn’t actually do enough. My team wasn’t one of the two teams selected to present to Oxford Analytica. I suppose I should be bummed about that, but I’m definitely not. I’m done with that challenge, whereas the two top teams now have to work on perfecting their presentations before they do them again. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As soon as we found out the results of our presentations, a few of us went dow&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ntown to a neat Lebanese restaurant. I had some of the best lamb steaks I’ve ever had and some really good spiced potatoes, as well as the best sweet mint hot tea ever. Then we ate some baklava and finished it off with a bit of hooka. It was fun. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really don’t remember what I did the rest of the day. I took a nap for a while, then I went outside and played guitar with Cody for a bit. Then a bunch of us cooked some salmon and chicken and potatoes and corn on the grill. It was really good. We just chilled outside eating and playing guitar and loving the weather for a few hours. It was quite nice after freaking out all week. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later on last night about five of us ended up playing Monopoly: Oxford Edition. It had been a long time since I’d played Monopoly, but it was a blast. Some stupid deals were made, so I was scared for a while, but I ended up pulling ahead by the end. I love that game. I think we’re going to play Risk Saturday night. I'm pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115117770081024097?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115117770081024097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115117770081024097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115117770081024097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115117770081024097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-17.html' title='Oxford Day 17'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115093136609948186</id><published>2006-06-21T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:09:26.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, today we had to get back to classwork. Yuck! We got our newest project which is going to be analyzing a survey from a bunch of the employees within Oxford Analytica and telling them how to best grow a service mindset within their company. That’s right, us lowly college students will be giving advice to some of the smartest people in the world. Should be fun. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We worked on our projects most of the day, compiling and analyzing data from the surveys. Nothing particularly noteworthy happened most of the day. I called a few people using the Skype minutes I paid for. That was awesome. It’s pretty neat to be able to call anyone in the world from anywhere in the world for 2 cents a minute. I love it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight after the devo Shaylee Busch and Krystina Hickl came down to my room to play guitar and sing for a while. A while ended up turning into a few hours. It was really fun. I normally hate singing, and will certainly never sing for other people, but singing with them really helped me to push aside some of those feelings. I ended up really just letting loose and singing with them. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The three of us played a number of random songs. Then we played some praise songs for a while. Then we got into some Nickel Creek. We learned Out of the Woods with perfect harmonies and stuff. I’m not gonna lie, it sounded pretty darn amazing after a while. We couldn’t stop singing it after a while because it sounded so good and we enjoyed singing it so much. I’m naturally a bass, but somehow I ended up sounding pretty good singing the tenor part. It was neat. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s all I really have to say for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115093136609948186?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115093136609948186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115093136609948186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115093136609948186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115093136609948186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-15.html' title='Oxford Day 15'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115083151018331833</id><published>2006-06-20T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:25:10.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up today and did laundry for the first time since I’ve been here. I was pretty amazed that I have made it this far on what I packed. I guess that means I packed too much… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all met for a while to discuss the details of the next few days and our upcoming challenge for the week. Then we gave the Lytles a royal sendoff as they headed off for their 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary trip. We all got in two lines and yelled as Mrs. Lytle ran down the middle to the pretty and decorated convertible Rick was waiting in. As they drove off we laughed at the sign he had on the back of the car. “Just Married… 25 years ago.” I hope they have a fun time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man, it was really great today to just not be going anywhere. I’ve done way too much traveling lately. I guess I’ve been walking my tail off too, because the mile and a half or so walk to Sainsbury’s grocery seemed like absolutely nothing. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cody bought a guitar in a little music shop in downtown &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; last week. I personally thought he was crazy for doing so, but it was great to have someone to play guitar with today. We worked up a Stephen Speaks song which actually sounds pretty decent. I want to write a song for us to play together. That would be neat. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow, it’s pretty tough to get caught up on journals. I guess I’m finally caught up now. It took me quite a while to write 5 days worth. I get distracted really easily, so writing anything is an accomplishment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s good to be back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. It’s weird how quickly my brain adapts to new “homes.” It really felt like returning to home when we got back here. I just wish the people I miss from home were here. That would make it far more pleasant. I think this is close to the midpoint of the trip. It’s taking forever, but I hope I can enjoy the rest of it. This weekend I’ll be going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Wales&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; if things turn out as planned. That should be really awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115083151018331833?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115083151018331833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115083151018331833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115083151018331833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115083151018331833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-14.html' title='Oxford Day 14'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115082678505162114</id><published>2006-06-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:06:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France Day 4</title><content type='html'>I let myself sleep in yesterday and got up around 10. Everybody was out and about already except Grant, whom I ran across in the lobby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to go look at Notre Dame as we had only seen it from the outside at night. It is really quite an impressive structure. It has been around for a very long time, but still looks incredible. I have no idea how they managed to put such things together a thousand years ago. Inside it may be even more impressive. The design draws your eyes upward to the expansive ceiling and stained glass windows. As we were walking through the cathedral Grant saw a hundred Euro bill on the ground. That’s roughly $130. He made an exclamation of joy and reached down to grab it. As he picked it up a group of French teens cackled with glee and snapped his picture. It was an obvious fake, and I laughed at him for having fallen for it.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We walked back to the hotel to see if anyone else had woken later than us. Alas, Brad and Daniel were chilling in the lobby. The joined us as we went to get lunch in the main square close to the hotel. As Brad and Grant chatted about how much they appreciated the fact that half the girls in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; don’t wear bras, I looked at my menu and tried to find something worth paying twenty bucks for. I finally decided on the “Burger done Our way.” I was really excited when I got it, as it looked pretty awesome. It had some really good looking sauce and sautéed mushrooms and onions. I took a big bite and marveled at the wondrous flavor. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I looked down at the place the bite had come from, however, I realized that the burger was not cooked, just lightly browned on the outside. I was eating raw beef. Oh well, I polished it off &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;(I wasn’t about to waste a $15 burger) &lt;/span&gt;and worked on containing my nausea as we headed back towards the hotel to meet up with everyone before departure. On the way to the hotel I grabbed a Coke Blak. I’ve heard they’re not so good in the States but much better in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It must be true, because it was amazing. What better combination than Coke and espresso? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The trip back was neat but long. I am pretty amazed, really, that we managed to keep 50 people together the whole way through subway, train, and bus. It is quite an operation to keep that many people together. We made it back last night at around 9, at which time I got something to eat and unpacked, then started chronicling the events of the weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115082678505162114?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115082678505162114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115082678505162114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115082678505162114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115082678505162114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/france-day-4.html' title='France Day 4'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115082632447593689</id><published>2006-06-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T10:58:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France Day 3</title><content type='html'>I was not too eager to wake up Sunday after having gone to sleep at around 3 the night before. My roommate got up at about 7:30, so I decided I would do the same since I was meeting my group at 8:30. I sat up in bed and reached for my pants. I guess I fell asleep sitting up with my eyes open, because the next thing I knew, somebody was knocking on my door and telling me to get up. It was a pretty strange sensation.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After eating some wonderful French breakfast in the café of our &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; hotel, a group of us headed across town to the Louvre. Let me tell you, walking across &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is no small ordeal. It is a monstrous city. I probably put in at least 15-20 miles a day this weekend. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the Louvre is a pretty spectacular building. It is enormous. It would take about 5 days to see everything. We did the compulsory things, like see the Mona Lisa and a few other key paintings, but there was no way to see very much. I think even if one was to go at it in a full sprint the entire day, they still wouldn’t see everything there. Honestly, I was much more impressed by the building itself than the paintings within. It seemed like every hall had a different architectural type and décor. There were amazing murals and paintings on the walls and ceilings everywhere. There is also the bottom of an entire castle beneath the Louvre. It must be a very old castle, considering that the Louvre is about a thousand years old itself. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the Louvre we got some crepes at a little restaurant nearby and headed for Napoleon’s tomb, which was quite a distance. When we finally got there I just stayed outside with a few people while the others went in. I was really tired of spending money by that point, so I enjoyed just sitting in the warm sun for a little while. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the group got out of the tomb we decided to split up so the girls could go shopping and whatnot and a few of us could go relax in the hotel for a few hours since we hadn’t had an opportunity to relax in about a week. It was nice to sit and play cards and watch the world cup for a while.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few hours later we all went out for dinner. We went to a pretty good restaurant with a really mean waiter. It is incredible how much food costs in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Every meal is about $20 and drinks are around 5 or 6. Alas, it was great food though. We watched it get darker as we ate and finally headed towards the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Eiffel&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; once it got dark. You have to understand, it gets dark in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; at around 11-11:30 at night. So we ended up staying up much later than intended all three nights, simply because the timing of the sunset threw us off so much. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3492.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Eiffel&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is beautiful. I have seen many pictures of it in my life, but none really did it justice. Its immensity is incredible. It dominates the sky. You can’t help but look at it in awe. At night it is lit up and occasionally sparkles with really intense lights all over it. I really wanted to call people from it, but had no means to do so. It was amazing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry, I couldn't figure out how to rotate a picture in blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115082632447593689?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115082632447593689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115082632447593689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115082632447593689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115082632447593689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/france-day-3_20.html' title='France Day 3'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115082331703101678</id><published>2006-06-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T10:08:37.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France Day 2</title><content type='html'>Upon waking, I said my farewells to the three little pigs and big bad wolf that had looked over me during the night, and I headed downstairs to breakfast. Let me tell ya, breakfast is one thing the French do right. Pastries are awesome in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I ate a couple amazing croissants with a few delectable varieties of cheese I cut from random wheels and a really awesome chocolate-filled pastry. Then I downed some good yogurt and coffee. It was quite satisfactory. There was a huge bag of 3 foot baguettes, so I grabbed one of those, wrapped it in my shirt, and put it sticking out of my backpack.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After having spent 11 hours in transit the day before, I was not too excited about getting back on the bus for the whole day, but at the same time I was excited about learning about WWII locations first hand. We picked up our British tour guide a few miles down the road and headed for our first destination.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to bore you with all the details of our day. It was absolutely amazing, but I’m pretty sure you can’t get the same effect with words that you can in person. It was very moving to be walking around places, knowing that thousands of my countrymen had bled and died there. Things always seem so much more real when you are standing in the place that they took place. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A side note to anyone who likes videogames. Sorry, I’m a nerd. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3352.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited Point Du Pont, which was a German outpost overlooking the ocean and strategically placed between &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:state&gt; and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Omaha&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; beaches with 12 inch guns that could wipe out the assaulting forces on both. A US Ranger division had to scale the hundred foot cliff to take Point Du Pont prior to the invasion to ensure that their troops wouldn’t get blasted from afar. As I walked around the German bunkers and pitted out field I realized that I had played the Point Du Pont mission on Call of Duty 2 and had taken those exact bunkers, killing countless Nazis as they tried to stop me. It was incredible to see it in real life and how similar it really is. Game makers are really becoming awesome at portraying real life. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pinnacle of our day was our stop at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Omaha&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; beach. It was pretty moving to stand there and imagine the sheer magnitude of the assault and the slaughter. I imagined the 40 thousand or so bullets streaming over our guys every minute as they struggled over the bodies of their comrades and through the rivulets of red water heading back to the sea. It was pretty incredible, but somewhat offset by the fact that there were now people sunbathing where thousands of Americans had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We finished off by going to the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;American&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; overlooking &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Omaha&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; beach. It was beautiful, but a bit dreadful to realize that about 9 thousand people my age were buried there. Ok, that’s well over a page, and I have 3 more journals to write, so I’ve gotta end this. I could go on for a hundred pages, but I don’t feel like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115082331703101678?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115082331703101678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115082331703101678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115082331703101678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115082331703101678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/france-day-2.html' title='France Day 2'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115082185361613235</id><published>2006-06-20T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:44:13.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France Trip</title><content type='html'>Friday we awoke at 3:30 am to get ready to depart for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. After having gone to sleep at 2:30, I was pretty groggy and unhappy about getting up. Our massive group of around 45 got on the bus at 4:15 and rode 2 hours to the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; train station. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty odd to see the sun rise at about 4:45. There really isn’t much darkness here. When we got to the train station, Candi discovered that she had left her passport in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Bad deal. She had to stay behind and figure out a way to catch a train the next day after going back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to get it. I was pretty worried about her, but she managed to make it to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the next day, which was pretty remarkable really. After saying goodbye and good luck to Candi we boarded the train at around 7 and headed towards &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have never been on a train before, and riding a European train for a first experience was pretty incredible. I’m pretty sure we were going over 200 mph at times. It is neat to watch things fly by at that rate. We went in the Chunnel under the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;English Channel&lt;/st1:place&gt;, but I was asleep by the time we reached it, so I didn’t get to experience it until the return trip. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived in the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:city&gt; station after around 3 hours and boarded a bus to head for northern &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Normandy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, a few hours away. A few blocks from the train station we stopped for a couple minutes at a light. I was watching some little old French lady walk around. After a couple minutes a bus stopped near her and she decided she wanted to get on it. It looked like she wasn’t going to make it in time, so this 70+ year old lady started sprinting towards the bus. It was really funny to watch. Suddenly, her foot hit the curb and she totally faceplanted on the concrete. It was pretty much the most comical and intense faceplant ever, so I instantly burst into laughter. Apparently it’s wrong to laugh at old ladies falling though, because everybody in my area of the bus got mad at me for doing so. I was officially dubbed the meanest person on the trip, and for the rest of the weekend any time anybody did something mean, someone said “that’s so Jordan Williams of you.” Oh well. I suppose I should study up on my faceplant laughing etiquette. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a fairly dirty place. Most of it reeks of bodily fluids and whatnot and the people haven’t discovered the many benefits of regular bathing. I was eager to get out of the city and into the country after an hour-long stop in the middle of the city for lunch. After a 3 hour bus ride and an hour or so looking around &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; beach, we headed for our hostel in whatever obscure town we were in. Our hostel was more like some sort of strange orphanage. There were tons of Disney cartooney pictures painted on the walls. It was an interesting place to sleep. I have a lot more to say, but in the interest of moving on to my next mandatory journal I will end this now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3320.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115082185361613235?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115082185361613235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115082185361613235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115082185361613235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115082185361613235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/france-trip.html' title='France Trip'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115033048975041138</id><published>2006-06-14T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:35:17.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was too much. Some people get really into the whole competition thing. I’m all about winning, but I don't really care enough to put the project before any of my friendships. However, some of the groups would flip out if I approached them or had a chance of seeing their Powerpoints or gleaning any information. Of course I couldn’t really care less about any of the other teams. Friendliness was definitely out of the question today though, I guess. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My team spent the entire day working on our presentation, from about 10 until 6 when we presented to the professors. It was a really snazzy presentation with some great solutions for the company. Unfortunately, we were not one of the two teams chosen to present to the company tomorrow. Really though, that’s fine with me. The two selected teams ended up spending the rest of the night working on their projects. Meanwhile, I went out with four fabulous ladies to a couple of awesome locales in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to hang out. It was a simply delightful evening.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We ended up not doing the devo tonight. Initially I was pretty pumped about this development, but after psyching myself up all day, it actually ended up being a letdown. Ah well, I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up doing it before long. Lytle’s got me in his sights now. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does anybody have any good insights for what may be awesome to do in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? I believe I’m going to be going there in a couple weeks, and I don’t really know what I should do besides see &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and the coast. Any ideas? Same goes for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I’ll be going there next weekend. I suppose we’ll go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dublin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but I’m not sure where else is good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115033048975041138?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115033048975041138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115033048975041138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115033048975041138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115033048975041138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-9.html' title='Oxford Day 9'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115024235299447021</id><published>2006-06-13T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:45:53.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, we’re finally getting some good English weather here. Everything around here looks a little more natural in the rain for some reason. The countryside is certainly used to a good dousing. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Today my group split into two groups of three to visit two Oxfam locations and interview employees and volunteers. My group went to a second-hand Oxfam bookstore. I spent about two hours interviewing some of the older ladies who worked there. They had been volunteering at the bookstore for about 20 years. That’s quite a while to be working at a place without any pay. Let me tell you, old British ladies are a blast to talk to. All three of the ladies I talked to were so exuberant and excited to talk to somebody that I had a blast interviewing them. I would ask them a question, and their answers would go on forever. They really just love talking. I really wish I could have gotten a picture with them. They were simply a delight. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I’m watching the Brazil-Croatia game right now. I am amazed at how well &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Croatia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is holding off &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is such an amazing team, yet they only have 1 point against &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Croatia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The Croats have done a splendid job of holding their formation and composure against the Brazilians. I’m impressed, and you don’t care. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The beds are weird in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;. You get a sheet for the mattress. Then you get a thing called a duvet for the top. It’s basically just a big sheet bag with a comforter in it. It’s really tough to put the comforter in the bag, but it’s an effective system for keeping you warm. It’s a top sheet and blanket in one. Neat. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, I suppose tomorrow the entire day will be spent with my group, preparing for our presentation for Oxfam on Thursday. I am really hoping we do well on this project, but I’m not nearly as hardcore as some members of some groups. Some people are getting freaked out about information leaks and diversifying themselves from other groups. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about doing well, but I’m here more for the overall experience than the success of my small group on these random projects. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Our Dean, Rick Lytle walked by my room earlier and heard my playing my guitar. After talking to me for a while he asked me to lead worship tomorrow night. I’m not so pumped about that. I’m not really the song-leading type, but I suppose I’m all about expanding my borders, so it’ll do me good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115024235299447021?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115024235299447021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115024235299447021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115024235299447021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115024235299447021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-8.html' title='Oxford Day 8'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115015510654727492</id><published>2006-06-12T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:31:46.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 7</title><content type='html'>Today we began the Global Apprentice segment of our trip. We are to be given challenges by international corporations which we must solve in teams, sorta like the show “The Apprentice.” The winning team at the end of the 3 challenges will receive a scholarship and the top individual performer will receive an internship with an international fortune 500 company. It’s pretty neat.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So today we went to our first company to learn about them and receive our challenge for the week. The company is called Oxfam. It’s a nonprofit company whose mission it is to eliminate poverty and social injustice throughout the world. No small task. They do this by selling things in retail outlets which they receive as donations. They raise about 200 million pounds a year through their retail outlets and fair-trade sales and fundraising, so it’s a pretty large company. They want our groups to help them evaluate their communications between corporate headquarters and the various shops they have scattered about, and then we are supposed to give them solutions to enhance their communications and try to increase their market share while we’re at it. It’s fairly daunting but should be a ton of fun. We are going to start in the morning by visiting some of the locations and interviewing the managers, volunteers, workers, and customers. Should be a blast. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t really have much to add for the day. All we really did was work on our project, and I’m sure you don’t really care much about that. A big thank you to Mr. Dean McFarland for actually reading my blog. Miss ya bud.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m getting pretty excited about going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; this weekend. It should be very neat to see some of the key locations from WWII as well as the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Eiffel&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and such. Me and Cody are thinking about going to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; the next weekend. Should be gorgeous this time of year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115015510654727492?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115015510654727492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115015510654727492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115015510654727492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115015510654727492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-7.html' title='Oxford Day 7'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-115006236731281768</id><published>2006-06-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:46:07.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 5: London Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up at 7 this morning and donned my &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; soccer jersey as I headed for the bus station. About 10 of us boarded a really neat double-decker bus and rode an hour and a half to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt; is quite different from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. There are lots of old buildings, but not every building like &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. There are about 7 to 10 million people, so it looks a lot more like a city.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Upon arrival we paid about $30 each for a ticket on the “Big Bus Tour” and rode around &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; looking at the sights. There are a lot of neat things to see in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. One neighborhood we went by had a bunch of apartments lined up. Each apartment sold for around 30 million pounds, which is $60 million. They didn’t look like anything special. It’s pretty amazing really. We saw all the normal sites you see in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;, then we went by &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Buckingham&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at one point and watched some sort of parade with all the cavalry decked out in their full regalia and whatnot. It was boring for me, but I guess I’m not really the parade type. We all sorta split off after that, so me and a few guys went to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; and ate at the Texas Embassy. We ate in the top bar room so we could watch the first &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; game in the world cup. It was so awesome. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those guys are so amazing at soccer. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; won with 1 to 0. We were pretty pumped and went outside to watch the people get excited about it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;As soon as we went outside a huge line of naked people on bikes came around the corner. Hundreds and hundreds of naked people rode by on their bicycles. It was quite a sight. Apparently, they were protesting vehicles and pollution or something like that. It certainly got people’s attention. It certainly well exceeded my penis-viewing quota for the year. I think I’ll puke if I see any more. I got some pictures, but I’m pretty sure there’s some rule against me posting them on here or Facebook, so you’ll have to ask me if you want to see them. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The rest of the day involved a ton of encounters with drunk British people. They really love a good win in Football over here. We got back to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; at around midnight. I probably walked 15 miles yesterday. I’m surprised that I’m not very sore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-115006236731281768?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/115006236731281768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=115006236731281768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115006236731281768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/115006236731281768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-5-london-trip.html' title='Oxford Day 5: London Trip'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114989362280120708</id><published>2006-06-09T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:53:52.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning was amazing. I had the opportunity to sit in on a meeting of some of the very most intelligent people in the world as they debated and discussed world issues. Oxford Analytica is basically an editorial board and think-tank comprised of a number of the smartest professors from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; along with a full-time editorial staff. Each person on the board is a specialist in a different region or topic. They meet daily to discuss topics facing the world, especially the developments within the previous 24 hours. They argue their different sides on issues and work out problems. Then they write up a briefing which is distributed to heads of state and large corporations and such. Memberships to the briefing cost about a hundred thousand bucks a year and have a huge impact on the world. Countries write laws and corporations change policies based upon the writings of these people. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3184.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was an amazing experience listening to them talk about some of these issues. They are quite literally the smartest people in the world. Quite a thing to listen to. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Four of us went to sit in on this meeting. It was a few miles away, on the southern side of town in a big castle which is now apparently a church or something. I’m not really sure actually. It was very pretty though. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, we got done there and stopped by a sports store so I could buy an &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; soccer jersey to wear tomorrow. Then we went to Krispy Kreme and on to class. Class lasted until about 5:30, when some of us tuned into the World Cup to watch &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; play &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Costa Rica&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. It was awesome. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; won 4 to 2 with some absolutely amazing plays. I loved it. Tomorrow &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; plays their first game. It is going to be pretty much the greatest thing ever. Me and a bunch of people are going to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to hang out and to watch the game in a huge pub place. I just love drunk, screaming Brits. I’m excited. I’ll be sure to post some updates tomorrow or Sunday about my &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ndon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; trip. I have to wake up a little before 7 in the morning to make it there though, so I am going to do a few things then head for bed. Have a great weekend everyone, or the two people who read this blog, whoever those may be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114989362280120708?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114989362280120708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114989362280120708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114989362280120708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114989362280120708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-4.html' title='Oxford Day 4'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114980581937791294</id><published>2006-06-08T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T15:30:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the most backward things here that I just don’t understand is the faucet system in sinks. They have a hot spigot and a cold spigot. There’s no warm water. If you want warm you have to fill something with water out of each. It’s fairly ridiculous. You’d think by now that they would realize they could save money and infinite bother by combining the two into one faucet system. Oh well, the Brits do like some things to be more difficult than necessary out of principle I guess. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Apparently nobody is reading my blog, or nobody cares. I was hoping someone would ask me some questions. I’m trying to fill up space here folks. I need help. I’m not good at remembering and recording things that go on. Hmmm. The peanut butter here is quite different. It’s basically just crushed up peanuts. There isn’t nearly enough sugar. I bought some Nutella to make it better. Nutella is awesome stuff. It’s hazelnut chocolate spread from the same people who make the Ferrero Rochets. It’s so awesome. Does anyone know if it’s in the States? If not I’m going to have to bring some home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today for part of our class we were sent out into the town to interview people and chemists (pharmacists) about the healthcare system in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Ya know, I’ve always been a strong supporter of our system for a free market, capitalistic system of healthcare, but I really think they have something going for them here. Nobody has to pay for healthcare. Of course, they pay about 12% of their income to enable this. Originally this seemed to me like a good justification for not having this system, yet as I started thinking about it, I realized that we probably pay about that in the States or even more for our medical insurance. Of course normally it’s part of your work package, but this comes out of your paycheck in one way or another quite often. Then you have co-pays and tons of problems getting your money out of your insurance people. There is none of that here. It’s all covered. You don’t have to spend 68 hours filling out paperwork before you can be helped. You just have to be a citizen. Unfortunately, the country has already lost about ₤600 million this year through this system, so it’s not quite as efficient as it could be. People tend to get sick a bit more often when there’s someone else to pay the tab. If the family wants to take off on vacation but don’t know what to do with gramps they’ll just make up an illness to store him in the hospital until they get back. There will always be tons of abuse in a free system. I’m not really sure what’s better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The weather’s beautiful. Mid to upper seventies every day. I’m loving it. I’m sure I have more to talk about, but that’s a page and enough for me. Please comment and ask me questions to answer tomorrow. Thanks and have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114980581937791294?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114980581937791294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114980581937791294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114980581937791294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114980581937791294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-3_08.html' title='Oxford Day 3'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114975270068399651</id><published>2006-06-07T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:45:00.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford Day 2</title><content type='html'>Ah, Blogger was down for a long time yesterday. Finally it's back up and I can post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we started classes today. It is such a neat feeling to be sitting around casually in a living room of a Victorian house taking an international business course. I love it. It is really neat to have a professor with such extensive experience in international business. I’m sure I will learn a ton in the next month. Both of the professors here are from ACU and are staying with their families with us in the houses.     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Today in my international business class we discussed a bunch of things which I won’t discuss since I’m sure you’re not interested. We got to sit outside in the soft grass and 70 degree weather for part of it. Then we broke for four hours to eat and do our project which entailed going to a bunch of restaurants and shops to research differences between &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the States in business. While we were out I bought a really nice soccer ball for ₤2.39 which is less than $5. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully I’ll get to play a ton in the next few weeks. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is getting very excited about the world cup coming up. Everywhere you go you see pendants and shirts and flags with the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; colors and logos and such. I’m pretty pumped myself. I’m really looking forward to going to some of the pubs during the games and watching the Brits go wild about the games. The cup starts the 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. I’m excited. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;On the way back to the house my group stopped by a market. I simply could not resist buying fruit. Fruit seems like an expensive commodity to me in the States, but here it’s extremely cheap. I got two crates of plums, a big bag of those small good oranges, and a tray of fresh raspberries for ₤3. I guess I got a little too excited. I’m not sure how I’m going to eat it all. I guess I won’t have any trouble staying regular… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Oh yeah, the rooming situation. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think there are about 40 of us here, staying in two 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century Victorian houses. Each house has 4 stories. The professors and their families have a floor of each house and the owners have a floor of one of the houses. We are split up between the remaining 5 floors. Most of us are crammed into the smallish rooms with 2 to 5 people each. Normally, when it comes to dolling out rooms by alphabetical order, I get the short end of the stick. However, this time, since there were so many of us they had to open a spare one-bed room. I was the one selected to stay in it because my name was last in the alphabet. Score. Sorry it's messy. I'm still in the process of unpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, I am supposed to be keeping a journal every day that I’m here, so I am going to turn in my blog as that. I suppose I’ll be updating my blog pretty much every day, so feel free to check it out. Also, please ask me questions. Ask me about what I’ve been doing or what I see or something I can find out. It’ll help me use up more space (every entry has to be a page) and it’ll give me something to do. Thanks and have a great day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114975270068399651?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114975270068399651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114975270068399651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114975270068399651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114975270068399651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-day-2.html' title='Oxford Day 2'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114962596951146025</id><published>2006-06-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:33:07.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxford is awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is amazing. The first thing I noticed on the drive from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt; to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (besides the fact that everyone was driving on the wrong side) was how earthy everything seems. Lush greenery covers everything. Rather than there being huge expanses of stores and gas stations crowding the roadside, small quaint buildings blend into the overgrowth. As we wound our way through the beautiful countryside we passed through a number of small villages. It amazed me how close the villages are to each other. It seemed as though every time we reached the end of a village we’d be on the outskirts of the next. But I suppose after hundreds and hundreds of years of people populating &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, there has been plenty of time to space them out all over the place.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It doesn’t take long to realize that Europeans think about things differently than Americans. Take buildings for example. In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; buildings are built to serve a purpose. The builders rarely see the lifespan of a house or whatnot as something which matters beyond the lifespan of the owner. In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and other European countries, however, when someone builds a house, they build it to last. They build it with an integrity of its own and the capability to live through many generations. It is very rare to see a house built within the past twenty years here. Many of the homes date back to the 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; centuries and before. Generation after generation may dwell within an old house. The structures live far beyond their makers. It seems to add a sense of calm and confidence to the small villages dotting the landscape. As Americans, I think we have become so very disposable-minded that even our homes are throw-away. I think things would mean a lot more to us if we made them with the attitude that we are providing them for our grandchildren as well as ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway… enough of that tangent. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trip’s been great so far. The flight went well, but it was very long and of course I couldn’t get a wink of sleep. We landed at 7am in the London Gatwick airport and rode the bus 2 hours to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. We’re staying in two 150-year-old houses. We haven’t done much except explore a bit as we are all extremely tired. It’s about 11:30pm now and I’m very tired after having been up since 8 yesterday morning, so I think I’m going to head for bed shortly. My laptop is not connected to the internet yet, so I am typing this in a Word document. I think I’ll post it sometime tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m going to try to keep adding posts and Facebook pictures, but be patient. Also, come up with something to do when I get home from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I’ll only have from the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; to the 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July to do whatever, and I haven’t seen nearly enough of anybody this summer. Ok, everyone have a wonderful day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN3149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN3149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114962596951146025?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114962596951146025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114962596951146025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114962596951146025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114962596951146025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/06/oxford-is-awesome.html' title='Oxford is awesome'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114749691340727863</id><published>2006-05-12T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:08:33.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's here</title><content type='html'>After my two lame finals today I moved about 68 tons of stuff to the house I will be staying at later in the summer. Then I went to work setting up, ushering, and tearing down for the graduation ceremony here. I haven't really stopped moving since 8 this morning. My arms are pretty tired now, but it was really nice to keep my mind off the fact that it is going to be quite some time until I see many of my friends. Some of them I will likely never see again. I love the mixed emotions the summer brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it is definitely quite an amazing feeling to be done with finals and on to bigger and better things.  Here's my schedule for the summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 14-21 - In Longview. Let's do something memorable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 22-31 - Atlanta, Georgia for leadership seminar called Converge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 1-4 - In Longview. Slip-n-slide anyone?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 5-July 6 - Oxford, England for business study abroad. Hopefully I'll be updating this blog more frequently by then with a ton of pictures of my awesome jaunts around Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 6-10 - In Longview for a wee. I think we need to go to the lake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 11-forever - Back in Abilene working on Students' Association stuff and interning. Feel free to visit anytime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As you can see, I am going to have very little time at home this summer. I really want that time to count, so please keep me busy. Don't let me do lame things like sleep. I want to be out at all hours living it up, and eating at Joe's every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be home tomorrow evening. Then I'll be going to Dallas Sunday to pick up my Canadian grandparents, yay. Please call me. Everyone. I normally only use about 100 of my 450 anytime  and 1500 night/weekend minutes. I pay good money for a little-used plan. Help me use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114749691340727863?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114749691340727863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114749691340727863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114749691340727863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114749691340727863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/05/summers-here.html' title='Summer&apos;s here'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114559937773724145</id><published>2006-04-20T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:18:25.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, it's been too long...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I just love those times when I can actually see God actively moving in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the initial vote from last Tuesday the 11th and Wednesday the 12th I had 26% of the 1,310 votes cast while my primary opponent recieved 46%. Since nobody had a majority there was a runoff on Thursday between the top two candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been as deeply honored and humbled as I was Thursday when people came out of the woodwork to support me in the runoff election. Even the two candidates who had run against me and hadn't made it to the runoff rallied their supporters to vote for me. So many people supported me that I ended up winning with 59% of the vote. As of Changing of the Guard last night, I am officially the Executive Vice President of ACU's Students' Association. To say the least, I'm pretty pumped. I have a huge vision for this next year and I simply cannot wait to see how it is going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sitting in my new office. I have already put in a good 15 to 20 hours this week since Wednesday morning. I love it. I am daily forming relationships with the administrators and staff whom I will be working with throughout the next year. I am taking a brief break from counting ballots for the Mr. and Miss ACU election which I have been running the past week. There is so much coming up, I am filled with dread and anxious excitement as I plan my summer and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring I applied and interviewed for a few things that I really wanted to do this summer and next year. I thought it rather odd that I got turned down for all of them, having never been turned down anything I had applied for in the past. I now realize that all of the things I wanted to do would have made it very difficult to fill my job as Vice President. God really paved the way for what I am to be doing next year. For most of my election I was pretty stressed and was trying to make everything work myself. During the last couple days though, I realized that it is really all up to Him. I love the experiences that show me that there is in fact someone in control of my life. I don't have to have all the answers and know exactly what is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that throughout the next year I can continue to grow into the man God wants me to be and that I can be a light and leader for all those around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114559937773724145?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114559937773724145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114559937773724145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114559937773724145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114559937773724145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorry-its-been-too-long.html' title='Sorry, it&apos;s been too long...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114361346092429765</id><published>2006-03-28T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:27:43.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/JW_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/200/JW_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit quietly sipping my chamomile tea and listening to relaxing music I cannot help but reflect on God's plan for my life and what lies in store for me in the near and distant future. My life is so hectic right now and I have so very little down-time that it is quite hard for me to realize sometimes that there is in fact method to this madness. God does have a plan for me, and although I have a very hard time doing so, I should be placing more emphasis on listening for what that plan is and letting him guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I must be careful not to fall into the trap of complacency for the sake of waiting for some sort of definitive directions from God. Sometimes these simply do not come. Perhaps one of the ways God guides us is through our natural inclinations to do things. For instance, I had been somewhat lenient to jump into running for Students' Association Vice President, because I wanted an absolute yes or no answer from God. I prayed about it for months and waited (admittedly, somewhat impatiently) for a straight, undeniable answer. It never came. Of course, some would say that this is my fault for not having enough faith that I would in fact receive an answer. This could be, but I certainly did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, as I sat in on the pre-campaign meeting with all of the candidates I queried myself one more time, "is this really what you want to do?". After a few minutes of agonizing indecision I gave a silent plea to God. After a couple more minutes of sweating I suddenly had an overwhelming sense of peace that the choice to run was in fact a good one and I should proceed with my campaign. For the first time in months I felt no uneasy uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this may be insanity or something, but I actually believe I am on the track God wants me to be on. I feel confident that I would make a great VP and I intend to prove so. I have some great points that I genuinely want to see addressed in the coming year, and I think I can best do this as VP. I just hope and pray that my campaign team and I can gather enough supporters to make it a reality. I should feel quite nervous about everything since I am in fact the underdog in the race, yet I actually have a great sense of confidence about it all. No matter the outcome, I am going to do my best to bare myself and my goals to the student body and I am going to love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I have quite a few things to work on. Hopefully I will be able to add some updates in the coming days. If you have any questions or comments please let me know. Add a comment or email me at jdw03c@acu.edu. At any rate, have a wonderful day everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114361346092429765?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114361346092429765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114361346092429765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114361346092429765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114361346092429765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/03/road-ahead.html' title='The Road Ahead'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114197325605787702</id><published>2006-03-09T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:47:36.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 hours remain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/n54600059_11154.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/n54600059_11154.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am furiously packing for my Spring Break Campaign. We leave tomorrow at 2. We will bike straight from the front of the bible building here to Pepperdine University in Malibu, California. It is going to be a rough but extremely fun trip. I'm quite pumped. I just hope I am adequately prepared. I hope I have everything I need. Please pray for the safety of all of us. It's going to be a fairly dangerous journey. I am going to be updating my spring break blog as we progress along our journey (or as we come to hotspots along the way). &lt;a href="http://williams68.blogspot.com"&gt;Check my blog&lt;/a&gt; to stay updated. If you have any questions post some comments and I'll get back to you. I really hope everyone has a great spring break. I know I will. I kinda wish I could go home and see everyone, but alas, I'm raising money for kids who are unable to ride bikes themselves, so I'm pretty pumped. Thanks everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114197325605787702?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114197325605787702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114197325605787702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114197325605787702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114197325605787702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/03/13-hours-remain.html' title='13 hours remain...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114119120429176006</id><published>2006-02-28T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:33:24.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Clodhoppers</title><content type='html'>Tonight we had GSP intramural soccer practice/tryouts. I haven't played soccer in years, so I had absolutely no gear. In desperation I borrowed a pair of old, crummy 2-size-too-small cleats from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my feet hurt. After about 20 minutes I could feel the couple outer layers of skin separating from the rest of my feet in a few places. After finishing a couple hours later I took off my shoes and  looked down at my feet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/FootBlisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/FootBlisters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whimpered a bit and biked a couple miles back to my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my feet are sitting in a nice bowl of very cold water. Actually feels pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied, those aren't actually my feet. I can't find my camera. I do have lots of pretty big blisters though. I should have been more foresightful. Tomorrow night I have a huge dodgeball tournament. What was I thinking? Now I can't be in optimum dodging condition. Haha, oh well, life goes on, and I get to go home this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, me and 17 other guys from my fraternity are heading out next weekend to bicycle from Abilene to L.A. (yes, in California). We are raising money for people with a disease called Osteogenesis Imperfecta who are unable to do things like ride bikes because their bones are extraordinarily brittle. If you would like to help us out you can go to our &lt;a href="http://www.gsp-kinsmen.com/oif.html"&gt;webpage&lt;/a&gt; about it. You can donate via Paypal or credit card there. If you are strapped for cash as I sure am, please help by directing other people there. I have a link to it from my Spring Break link on the right side as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch and have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114119120429176006?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114119120429176006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114119120429176006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114119120429176006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114119120429176006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-poor-clodhoppers.html' title='My Poor Clodhoppers'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114085579596747561</id><published>2006-02-25T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:33:09.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerogel: The Insulator of the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/Aerogel_flame.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/Aerogel_flame.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/640/aerogel2_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/aerogel2_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, I sure want to invest in Aerogel right now. It's some pretty amazing stuff. Wired has a pretty stunning article on it &lt;a href="http://wired.com/news/technology/0,70268-0.html?tw=wn_index_13"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And then &lt;a href="http://www.aspenaerogels.com/index.html"&gt;Aspen Aerogels&lt;/a&gt; seems to really have their stuff together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114085579596747561?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114085579596747561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114085579596747561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114085579596747561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114085579596747561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/02/aerogel-insulator-of-future.html' title='Aerogel: The Insulator of the Future'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22981776.post-114083527733453177</id><published>2006-02-24T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:30:33.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers: The Bane of a College Student's Existence</title><content type='html'>I was going to be so happy this weekend. I was going to go visit Aaron in Austin and go to a Sigur Ros concert. Of course I get stuck with three papers due monday. It is going to be a near impossibility for me to finish even if I remain in my dorm room for the rest of the weekend. There was no way I could go to Austin. Sorry I couldn't go Aaron. I'm in love with Sigur Ros. I hate to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I are really getting into the whole website-making thing. Our newest creation is &lt;a href="http://www.ostunes.com"&gt;OStunes.com&lt;/a&gt; and has the potential to be quite neat. As I see it, it will be the music equivalent of what &lt;a href="http://www.sourceforge.net"&gt;Sourceforge.net&lt;/a&gt; is for software. Of course it's going to take quite a while for us to get it running, but you can go there and click on the Google ads for now if you like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sigh.... I have a lot of homework to do. At least I have gotten rid of my moustache, so I don't look like a pedophile anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/1600/DSCN2770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/2341/320/DSCN2770.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22981776-114083527733453177?l=jordanwilliams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/feeds/114083527733453177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22981776&amp;postID=114083527733453177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114083527733453177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22981776/posts/default/114083527733453177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jordanwilliams.blogspot.com/2006/02/papers-bane-of-college-students.html' title='Papers: The Bane of a College Student&apos;s Existence'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02447854316523110123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6JxgsZfYefU/SlqLAKCWHzI/AAAAAAAACUY/c5cLUayGFgg/S220/IMG_1790.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
