<?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-17651250</id><updated>2011-07-26T22:07:57.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>busterlawdog "Listen Mr...Law Dog, Law Don't Go Around Here, Savvey"</title><subtitle type='html'>20 something (almost 30)single white male living in the midwest. I am a newly sworn in attorney working in municipal law.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-115429238086702444</id><published>2006-07-30T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:46:20.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it come to this</title><content type='html'>I have read OLS latest post about the Anonymous  lawyer and I also saw a book about the first years as a young attorney.  They all seem to talk about the despair, the turmoil, the sadness that strikes our profession. As a young attorney with almost a years experience, I ask really? I love my job and for professional reasons won’t blog about it, but I can’t seem to understand why as a profession we are filled with so many unhappy people.  The question is then, what will make lawyers happy. Is it money? I don’t know. Does money buy happiness. I have heard about people who have money but aren’t happy. I have overheard young associates who make almost 100K bemoan of their unhappiness at work.  It seems that the higher up you go in terms of salary for a young associate, the less likely you are going to be happy at work. This seems disconnected. It seems that these associates don’t actually get to practice law as it seems that they get to serve in some admin position.  I don’t know what can make people happy. I have read and taken notes on “What about the Big Stuff”. The Author goes into great detail about the psychology and self talk necessary to live a more fulfilling life.  In the book the emphasis is on finding internal happiness. This search for internal happiness is often overlooked in lawschool.  We are taught in school that if you get a certain rank, a certain clerkship, a certain job in a certain firm, then you will be happy.  I don’t know about that.  If you are unhappy in your clerkship what then. If you are unhappy most of the time regardless of the circumstances what does that mean.  I myself strive to be happy regardless of whether or not the circumstances merit such happiness. Yes it would be nice if life coincides with your happiness. For instances, if you are happy and your debts are paid and if you are in a great relationship then that makes perfect sense.  It makes less sense if you are happy but still in debt and still searching for someone to share your life with.  I attempt to be happy or to have a positive attitude regardless. Yes at times it is trying.  Yes I wish my circumstances in life would coincide with my happiness.  &lt;br /&gt;So that brings me back to my original question.  How does one explain a person who works at the great firm who gets paid a lot of money and still is not happy. Maybe it does all depend on internal circumstances.  It is the self talk. It is quit easy to say that I am unhappy because I don’t have X.  As if by having X everything will be happy. &lt;br /&gt;I struggle with this concept almost daily.  I want to be happy and focus on those things that make me happy. I try to tell myself that the absence of X is of no consequence.  Or that in time X will be achieved. As I mentioned before, I have no patience. I want things now. That is true with my house. I want the brass switch plates, I want the washer to work, I want a new bathroom. As if these simple things will magically make me happy. Or in relationships. It is of course my goal to be in a healthy, life enhancing, fun relationship with the person of my choice and who I find attractive. If I had that would I be happy. Since that is not yet here. I guess the best thing to do is to be happy so that when the relationship happens, I will be happy. I guess I have to be happy now so that I can be happy then.  So what can we lawyers do to be happy. Recognize that happiness comes from within. Not the external circumstances surrounding our daily life.  Counterintuitive no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-115429238086702444?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/115429238086702444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=115429238086702444' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/115429238086702444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/115429238086702444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2006/07/has-it-come-to-this.html' title='Has it come to this'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-115429136125362031</id><published>2006-07-30T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:29:21.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Odell is an idiot</title><content type='html'>Odell is an idiot because he has tremendous talent and got caught up with the cronic. That being said, I hope Odell gets help. I hope he doesn’t through away his talent because of drugs. I believe that there is something about Odell that we don’t know. I think there is some hidden demon that he is struggling with that is keeping him back from his full potential.  Having been dealing with demons myself, it is not surprising that he is feeling pressure on all sides. I hope he gets better. I think he can be quit the player some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-115429136125362031?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/115429136125362031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=115429136125362031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/115429136125362031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/115429136125362031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-odell-is-idiot.html' title='Why Odell is an idiot'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-115429114855402862</id><published>2006-07-30T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:25:48.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Terrorist</title><content type='html'>Well since my last post the middle east has explode. The Israelis have invaded or bombed Lebanon in an attempt to rescue a kid napped solider. The solider was kid napped by the forces of Hezbolla . These are a bunch of thugs which disguise themselves as followers of Allah. Of course, Allah does not support thugs and so how could they consider themselves followers of Allah.  The world seems dived on this issue. Primarily because they thugs hide out in residential neighborhoods and use them as shields for their missles which surprisingly are fired into residential neighborhoods in Israel. Not so surprising is the Israel getting tired of this stuff. Hezbolla basically rules southern Lebanon, which before the civil war, was allegedly a great place to live. Now it is controlled by thugs and the Israelis are the only country with the balls to kick the living crap out of them.  I hope the Israel hunt down and eliminate every thug they come across. It is unfortunate that many innocent civilians, thirty-six children died today, suffer because of these thugs. I wonder if the world would gasp and call for a cease fire when terrorist kill innocent children. I don’t hear the calls for a cease fire when some idiot with a bomb blows up a mosque or police station in Iraq. The media, the European Powers, anti-war protestors don’t understand that the thugs and terrorist will kill and continue to kill regardless of what the US does or doesn’t do. They are like gas prices, they do what they want regardless of the consequences or what common sense dictates. As I always say, dead terrorists don’t kill people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-115429114855402862?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/115429114855402862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=115429114855402862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/115429114855402862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/115429114855402862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2006/07/dead-terrorist.html' title='Dead Terrorist'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-115429067541199922</id><published>2006-07-30T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:17:55.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who’s back</title><content type='html'>Yes, it has been a wile. Yes it is true that he cool of Fall turned to towards the cold of winter, the warmth of spring, and now the heat of summer.  I have been away for so long. Why. While, I bought a house, moved into the house, and now struggle with the task and travails of a homeowner. I have already had the air go out and now I am in the midst of turmoil over the washing machine. I am also deeply engaged in a war with clover. That insidious foe which creeps into my garden to smother my pretty hostas and day lilies. Yes, gentlemen I used the term day lily and hostas. I am quiet comfortable in my man hood thank you. So know I am back. Why, because I have much to say. I hope you enjoy the posts in the weeks and months to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-115429067541199922?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/115429067541199922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=115429067541199922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/115429067541199922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/115429067541199922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2006/07/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who’s back'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113306465664757364</id><published>2005-11-26T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:10:56.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy BLD</title><content type='html'>My general starting point for any day can only be discribed as sleepy. I am in a perpetual state of sleepiness. This is surprising because I can usually get enough sleep and I really would prefere to be wide eyed and bushy tail.  I would prefer to be the person that can stay awake for twenty-four hours straight, be able to carry on all nighters of drinking and fun and still manage to wake up the next morning and put in a productive day of work. However, I think those people actually do not exist and are generally referred to as "freaks".  I, on the other hand, am trying to not become a freak by any stretch of the imagination.  But I would like to be able to stay up a little bit longer, say eleven or midnight, and manage to not be sleepy say around 2 in the afternoon. I need shack off this sleepiness because the holidays are coming up and I am busy at work. I would like some extra stamina to stay focus on the task at hand. Fun and work, these are very important for me. I don't want to be the first person to leave a party, though when that has happen I had something planned for the next day which I had to get up for. Though I would like to be able to stay awake talking and having fun. I was able to go twenty-two hours in Seattle but that was a real pain. I felt guilty that I was so sleepy. Oh well. Humans are the only animals that do not go to sleep when they are tired. Maybe I am the smart one for acknowledging and accepting my sleepiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113306465664757364?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113306465664757364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113306465664757364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113306465664757364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113306465664757364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/11/sleepy-bld.html' title='Sleepy BLD'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113306389573172602</id><published>2005-11-26T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:58:15.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLD Homeowner</title><content type='html'>Well it is official. I've signed a contract on my house. Yes it is the one posted in Chez BLD. Now is the fun part. Decorating!!! Well you see I am a big fan of Trading Spaces (Genevive and Amy the handy women are Hot) and I like this old house and now that I am one step closer to owning a house I want to decorate. More specifically I want to paint. I spent this past weekend at Home Depot snagging paint chips and this morning I was out at the house holding the up to the wall. For the Dining room I think I am going to go with Belgian Waffle (yellow), for the living room some shade of gray, for my bed room (the master bed room) some shade of blue, for the back open to suggestions.  I am also going to work on fixing up the bathroom. That is very exciting and very manly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be moving in until next year so I will have some time to prepare. But that will be loads of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113306389573172602?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113306389573172602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113306389573172602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113306389573172602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113306389573172602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/11/bld-homeowner.html' title='BLD Homeowner'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113306364418676658</id><published>2005-11-26T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:54:04.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I am thankful for</title><content type='html'>This weekend was thanksgiving. In the spirit of giving thanks here are somethings that I am thankful for in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Game Day - Sleep in on Saturday morning? "Not so fast my friend"!!!  A reason to wake up early on Saturday Morning even though there are no cartoons on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google - many a times this simple search engine has kept me sane throughout trying times. Plus it helped me find a house and is an easy way to stay on top of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLS - the blog that started it all. What better way to stay in touch than to read updates ever now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Eisle - When buying a house it is I am glad that I didn't play solitare in Property law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiffers - the greatest single cleaning invention of the 21st century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listerine Breath Strips - the greatest invention for single guys in the 21st century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Town of Brookline - an island of normalacy in an otherwise backwards state (even if you call deciding zoning maters based on feng shui normal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Depot - bringers of College Game Day and most of my new household products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery Opperated Cookie Presses - I like power tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rally Monkey - Don't believe in the monkey? Ask the San Fransisco Giants about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell Check - for obvious reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Chocolates - need I say more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max 97.7 - finally a good radio station in Cincinnati/Dayton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say Charlie Weis for bringing back honor and glory to Notre Dame but they are only up by two against Stanford at the moment.  But because of what he did for the dying child and at the Navy game I am still thankful for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wally Bear - many a nights I have been kept safe and warm with the wally bear which can also be used as a burka (believe me I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other things that I am thankful for but I don't want this post to go long. I am, of course, thankful for friends and family but I figured that they were givens so I didn't give a shout out to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113306364418676658?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113306364418676658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113306364418676658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113306364418676658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113306364418676658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-that-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='Things that I am thankful for'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113228291343415291</id><published>2005-11-17T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:01:53.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A separate peace</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I was in Seattle for a wedding for the new T&amp;C M. It was a lovely ceremony and no one can deny that these two are madly in love with one another. For me it was a cathartic experience in that I finally let go. Actually is was a massive headache and just bitching to the lord and god about this headache and finally saying those magic words that they were waiting to here. Let me back up. For quit some time I've been stressed out about my life.  I wanted something so bad that I just got all worked up over it. It was only after I acknowledged that the things that I want take time and that things are going to be ok when I could finally relax. That happened in Seattle. I had a massive headache. Actually it felt like JC detonated a major bomb in my head to remove my tension.  Whatever it was it was transforming. When I woke up the next morning I felt for the first time in some time a sense of peace. That sense of peace has lasted now for about five days. I just hope to keep it going.  So I have turned the corner and have set my sails into the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113228291343415291?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113228291343415291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113228291343415291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113228291343415291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113228291343415291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/11/separate-peace.html' title='A separate peace'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113228247714849212</id><published>2005-11-17T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:56:06.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chez BLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7645/1705/1600/possible%20new%20house.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7645/1705/320/possible%20new%20house.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening boys and girls. Well it has been a while since my last blog. I've been rather busy. As you may know I've been looking for a house. I want to get a house because I want to own my own little piece of the world. Also I want to paint and decorate the way that I want to. Well I think I've found it. The only concern I have is whether or not I can get out of my lease. Fortunately I think I can. It is a rather nice house. It is two story two bedroom with a fire place and a nice kitchen. It also has a nice backyard perfect for a dog. This is critical because my grandparents are convinced that a dog is a major requirement for any healthy long term relationship and to attract eligible young ladies. I myself do not proscribe to this theory. Though a dog would be nice to come home to. Anywho, my house is also nicely landscaped and is in a good part of town. Actually it is in an inner suburb of Cincinnati. I just now need to slow down and make sure it is the one I want. I will visit the house again this weekend to see it in the light. So all those out there keep your fingers crossed that I am able to purchase the house and start to make a happy home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113228247714849212?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113228247714849212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113228247714849212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113228247714849212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113228247714849212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/11/chez-bld.html' title='Chez BLD'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113140636784826469</id><published>2005-11-07T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:32:47.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T.O. v. C.J.</title><content type='html'>The Eagles Keyshawned T.O. That means they said "get the f280 out of town. You are a cancer on this team."  I agree with this move. T.O. to put it as the sunday night crew said is a "self jerk" always has always been. He exemplifies selfishness and how it doesn't get you very far. Or it will get you far but then you will crash because you will be discovered. T.O. was the creative source of "lenord" of bud light fame. I am glad that some organization said enough we don't need this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to my teams "playmaker". He is a fiery ball player and like T.O. celebrates after touchdowns and would prefer to get the ball all the time. But he is a team player. I give you this evidence.  C.J. has congratulated every team member that has score. He even congratulated the punter after pinning Greenbay back in the fourth quarter. That is a team mate. Plus when he appeared on PTI he was very humble and sincere. So I say to Chad Johnson, learn from this. Remember we like you, don't be T.O. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLD Who-day Who-day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113140636784826469?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113140636784826469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113140636784826469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113140636784826469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113140636784826469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-v-cj.html' title='T.O. v. C.J.'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113140599107611669</id><published>2005-11-07T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:26:31.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLD political machine</title><content type='html'>I was sworn in today as an attorney liscensed to practice law in the great state of Ohio. The ceremony was wonderful and very inspiring. The chief justice and the other justice went on and on about as attorney we need to serve the community. I myself am very good (almost too good) at serving others. But I am not very good at serving the community. I think that with my background the best way to serve the community is politics. Where I live could use some good leaders.  For too long narrow minded, hate mongering divas have lead the city where I live into the ground. When replacing a cvs with a walgreens is considered "economic development" you know something is wrong. Prime real estate has sat vacant for far too long while our historic resources have lanquished under slum lords and "community activist". What is need is some new energy, a fresh perspective. It is for that reason that I BLD will be voting for as many people under forty as I can.  I don't know who is running for city council but as long as they are under forty, they have my vote. Sure it is shallow but there are more shallow ways to vote, ie who is hot, ie who has the best sounding name, who went to my highschool or my college. These things are just as relevant as who is under forty.  Besides maybe in ten or five years I might run for office. If I do I promise to do the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce crime the Guillaini way or by sending criminals to Dayton&lt;br /&gt;Development is our friend, thus we need more development especially downtown and our first tier neighborhoods&lt;br /&gt;Engage in an aggressive annexation program&lt;br /&gt;Merge the county with the city&lt;br /&gt;Public works project - build public transportation while creating jobs. Yes I am new deal democrate but I vote Republican and support Bush. (People hate Bush because he is effective, that bastard.)  &lt;br /&gt;Tax breaks for the wealthy because they are the ones who 1) pay taxes 2) vote 3) keep their homes nice 4) pay for things 5) spend money 6) stay out of crime (except if you watch traffic). &lt;br /&gt;Tax breaks for the middle class: see above&lt;br /&gt;Hud Hope VI the hell out of the housing projects&lt;br /&gt;And intergrate, intergrate,intergrate Our level of racial intergration should be the best in the country instead of the worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is the brief outline of the BLD platform so everybody ask What can bld do for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is BLD signing off saying vote early vote BLD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113140599107611669?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113140599107611669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113140599107611669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113140599107611669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113140599107611669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/11/bld-political-machine.html' title='BLD political machine'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113140537065064318</id><published>2005-11-07T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:16:10.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging is hard to do</title><content type='html'>When I started blogging, I thought it would be a fun way to vent, air my thoughts, and otherwise do some mental dumping. I didn't realize how hard it is to keep posting. Not that I haven't had a lot to think about and I have had a lot of thoughts and feelings. But most aren't recordable either because they would disclose too much information not necessary for blogging or they are too graphic to be posted on this blog. Graphic in a sense that it would not reflect well on myself.  Blogging is hard because I really haven't had enought time to dedicate to it. Also I am having a hard time motivating myself to blog. But I think that with everything slowing down I will be better able to keep everyone posted in the life of bld. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is BLD signing off saying good night and good blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113140537065064318?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113140537065064318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113140537065064318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113140537065064318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113140537065064318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Blogging is hard to do'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113071219731879572</id><published>2005-10-30T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:43:17.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLD Esquire</title><content type='html'>Hello, As you know I have been anxiously awaiting the Ohio bar results. Well may I have the envelope please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLD You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSED!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I am an actual attorney, as compared to a fake one. I am glad that three years of hard work and three months of studying has paid off.  I look forward to starting my new legal career.  It will be wicked wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113071219731879572?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113071219731879572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113071219731879572' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113071219731879572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113071219731879572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/bld-esquire.html' title='BLD Esquire'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113046366157908454</id><published>2005-10-27T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:41:01.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLD's worry box</title><content type='html'>I created a worry box. What is a worry box? It is just an old shoe box that I've cut a hole in and placed a danger placard on.  I use it to place all my deepest fears, thoughts, worries, rage, anger, upsetness, dirty deeds, dirty thoughts, mean thoughts, etc.  What I do is I take a piece of paper and write. Write whatever I am feeling at the moment. Just get it down on paper and then I tear the sheat off and fold it up and place it in my worry box. I don't read it. I just write and place in the worry box. I got the idea from the Emperor's New Grove. In that movie the villian says she is going to take the king and turn him into a flea, and place the flea in a box, and then place the box in another box, and then mail it to myself and when it gets there, HIT IT WITH A HAMMER. So I created a worry box. It is filled with my worries and fears.  I use it as a way to get those thoughts out of my head where they can fester and grow and make me miserable and place them somewhere else.  Worrying is not fun and I don't like doing it. So I will let my worry box do its job. I just am worried that it won't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113046366157908454?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113046366157908454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113046366157908454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113046366157908454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113046366157908454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/blds-worry-box.html' title='BLD&apos;s worry box'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113046316650177578</id><published>2005-10-27T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:32:46.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A child's wish.</title><content type='html'>My bosses daughter wished me luck with the bar exam today. She told her dad as she was getting on the bus "Make sure to tell BLD that I am thinking about him and the bar exam." I almost lost it as I read the email, she doesn't know me and has never met me but she still wished me luck. That is very sweet and touched me deeply. I know now that I will do ok. I have a little girl somewhere with her fingers crossed. What more could I need or ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113046316650177578?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113046316650177578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113046316650177578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113046316650177578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113046316650177578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/childs-wish.html' title='A child&apos;s wish.'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113046301762510978</id><published>2005-10-27T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:30:17.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Nervous?</title><content type='html'>The bar results are less than twelve hours away. Right after taking the exam I felt fairly confident that I passed. When I got back from a cruise I was still feeling ok. When I started at work and people would ask about the bar, I would say “I answered all the questions which is the most important part of the exam.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the past couple of weeks the nerves have started to build up. People at work and those I talk to keep asking me “are you nervous about the bar results?” “Are you stressed?”  I want to say “I wasn’t until you asked me.”  I want to say with all confidence that I did past, but I won’t know for certain until 7:30 a.m. Friday Morning October 28, 2005. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know it isn’t the thought of passing or not passing the test that has me thinking and staying up at night. It is the passing of a period in my life. No longer am I student. I am an attorney. No longer do I have to agonize over the bar exam, the results, graduation, passing exams. I am not used to waking up in the morning and having nothing to worry about.  I am thinking about my friends and what they are going through tonight. Sometimes I want to reach in and help them. But I hold back. It is only my life that I must lead.  And only to live with the choices I make. But no body can adequately explain how the ripples in the pond affects us all. How one friends decision will impact others in a domino impact. It is hard to argue against letting go when we are all so interconnected. It is that which I think about at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not nervous about the bar result, rather I am nervous that now the gate is open and the BLD can roam free. Head out into the world. And there are so many questions and challenges awaiting that it may seem a bit daunting. That is what I am nervous about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113046301762510978?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113046301762510978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113046301762510978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113046301762510978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113046301762510978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-nervous.html' title='Are you Nervous?'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-113003344327015175</id><published>2005-10-22T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:12:41.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tick Tick BLD</title><content type='html'>I just returned from seeing Tick Tick Boom, It is a musical from the guy who wrote Rent. The musical is about a guy in New York about to turn thirty. As a guy in Cincinnati who is staring at the big 30 I can relate. Actually the musical did speak to me.   As I watched I considered my life. What have I done.  It is kind of hard when I compare myself to my friends and family. Many have gone off to get married.  The hardest part came when I went to my ten year high-school reunion.  It seemed that all the women in my class were pregnant and married. I, of course, had just bought a new jeep that day and broke down and got a cell phone. I thought I was doing pretty good.  This brings me back to Tick Tick Boom.  What I got from the musical is that many many people struggle in life to define who they are.  There are hundreds of people out there like me who ask themselves the tough questions and demands the answer from a higher power.  It is the eternal quest to find a place where they belong. Whether it is on Broadway or in the no man’s land between Dayton and Cincinnati.  I myself am a perpetual searcher. I’ve read and firmly believe in what is known as the Quarter Life Crises.  It is a crisis of faith: faith in oneself, faith in the future, faith in just faith. The options and opportunities seem to be drying up.  The clock keeps ticking ever closer to something: something unseen.  30 they say is just a milestone. A point to evaluate where you are and where do you want to go.  I myself have used it as a chance to evaluate what is missing. I slowly learning to stop doing this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical was very inspiring. It made me feel that I am not alone in this crazy world and that others took the time and did the thinking about this same thing.  It is very comforting.  I am not focused on thirty yet. I am focused on passing the bar and enjoying Halloween.  I am focused on setting myself towards the wind so that it may take me where I need to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-113003344327015175?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/113003344327015175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=113003344327015175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113003344327015175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/113003344327015175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/tick-tick-tick-bld.html' title='Tick Tick Tick BLD'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112994360351327937</id><published>2005-10-21T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:15:05.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLD Deep thoughts</title><content type='html'>I write now in the form of Andy Rooney (the lovable old crumudgen on 60 minutes). Have you ever wondered why it is so hard to convince yourself to do the right thing and once you do it even harder to convince yourself that you are right? I have. It seems that when ever I do the right/smart thing I am always criticizing myself into thinking that I am stupid for being so smart.  I often have to resort to “googling” the answer or reading enough about the subject to make damn sure that what I am doing is the right course of action.  For instance I am in the process or just started the process of buying a house. So of course I am looking for as much information I can on the subject. Am I ready for a house? Can I afford it? Where do I want to live? What do I want? How should I finance it? I am sure that once I do by a house my usual fears will creep up. Did I pay the right price? Is this what I want? What am I doing? Most of this is just myself working through the worrying process in order to achieve inner peace. Of course I am ready for a house. I have been living on my own for almost 10 years so I know how to upkeep a place. Plus my family is quit handy with home improvements. Of course I can afford it. With what I am paying in rent I can easily afford a similar mortgage. It will be ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even harder to convince when it comes to dating. Yes I am the one who looks at (haven’t bought) the dating for dummy books because it reinforces what I already know. Yes I google various dating topics which I find myself dealing with to make sure that I am doing the right thing. Or verifying and justifying why I am staying out of a situation and never really wanted to be involved in that type of situation.  Of course doing the right thing and looking at a situation objectively and realize that in the end this is not what you want is not easy. Looking out for myself and making sure that I am happy is not very easy to do. Rather it is easier to think that because what I want isn’t happening now something is amiss, I am defective, or I am in some sort of tragedy. A wise man once said to and keeps reminding me “BLD the only thing that is tragic about the whole situation is that you fail to see how much it benefits you and helps you grow into what you want. You aren’t ready and when you are ready it will be time and when it is time you WILL be ready” Of course I then proceed to curse him out instead of seeing the relief in such statement but hey I am not perfect. I have to keep reminding myself that I am where I need to be and that I will get to where I want to go.  It is just hard sometimes to let go and let things happen. I am not very good at it.  I think a lot of it has to do with my impatience. I am slowly learning to develop it. Fortunately that when all is said and done when someone ask me BLD how did you find such a wonderful woman, I’ll say “It was easy.” And the heavens will burst out laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112994360351327937?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112994360351327937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112994360351327937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112994360351327937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112994360351327937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/bld-deep-thoughts.html' title='BLD Deep thoughts'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112994224987610406</id><published>2005-10-21T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:50:49.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking news</title><content type='html'>I am often glad to see news and magazine articles about planning and zoning. It makes me feel that my profession and niche in law is important and trendy. But a recent article really showed that the craft  Journalism unlike Planning may need to develop further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article was about an attempt by the Amish in Ohio to overturn a township zoning ordinance. Specifically they wanted to amend or get rid of the zoning ordinance so the community can construct wood shops and other home industries. These industries will help the Amish support their way of life and supplement their incomes from farming. I was fascinated by the culture struggle of a society who seeks to remain by themselves living their ways   with the modern 21st legal and regulatory system. I am actually very proud of America because here a religious sect can use the democratic process to change their lives for the better instead of fearing repression and oppression. However the journalist ruined this inspiring piece with a few words about fashion. The reporter felt that it was very important that the Amish leader spearheading the effort, “like all married Amish men wears a long beard without a mustache.”  Wow! What a piece of journalistic insight. Wow, I am sure glad that in the realm of Religion and zoning it is important that the Amish wear beards.  Is the journalist suggesting that it would be a shock if the man didn’t have a beard. What if he only had a goatee, would that make his story any less valuable. The point behind this blog, is that the journalist felt it was necessary to continue to foster the stereotype of the bearded Amish. True Amish married men do wear beards, but is that relevant in their quest for democracy. Does the reading public need to know these things. I should think not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way in case you are wondering BLD is clean shaven (but I did have a goatee in college, grad school and one semester of law: I looked like a scary stranger you see walking down the highway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a clean shaven BLD signing off saying Good Night and Good Shaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112994224987610406?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112994224987610406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112994224987610406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112994224987610406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112994224987610406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking news'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112959196401207030</id><published>2005-10-17T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:32:44.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLD GROWS UP</title><content type='html'>When I was younger I always wanted to be bigger. A little bit bigger in size and always wanted to grow up. When I was fourteen I wanted to be sixteen so I could drive. When I was sixteen I wanted to be eighteen so I could go away to college and have fun. When I was eighteen I wanted to be twenty-five because I would be a rich successful urban planner living in Providence, Rhode Island (Yes I said a rich and powerful planner in Providence, Rhode Island.) I was always the mature one in high-school and college. So it comes as a shock to me when I am actually “growing up.” A prime example is when two months after taking the bar and even before I got the results back my firm asked me to argue in front of the court of appeals. Now for all non-lawyers out there the court of appeals is the next step up from the trial court and lower then the supreme court. It is like going from grade school to college football without going to high school. When one of the partners asked if I could or was able to argue I of course said sure. Hey I wanted to impress my employer. But then the reality sunk in. Was I really ready to take that leap. Was I BLD newbe lawyer who brings his lunch in a Star Wars lunch Bag (actually it is a gift bag but it still works) ready to take the big leap. To go before bench of learned judges who had more law experience then I had years on this earth? I didn’t know. I really didn’t feel ready. For instance I only recently started wearing dark socks with dress shoes. And I finally got over my fear of wearing only white or blue shirts ( I keep having flash backs to twelve years in Catholic School).  I calmed myself down and said “BLD you know this case, you wrote the brief, it will be ok.” So on the day of the argument I showed up wearing my blue shirt and dark socks. I consider the fact that I was wearing a blue shirt and dark socks as making me already well ahead of the game. When my term came to argue before the court I was nervous. The case was complicated with many minute procedural details. But once the questions started coming from the bench I did fine. So I was able to argue for the first time and made it out without much of a scratch. So hopefully we won. But in the mean time I learned that yes I am growing up. I really can do this law stuff. But still wouldn’t it be nice to be a kid again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112959196401207030?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112959196401207030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112959196401207030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112959196401207030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112959196401207030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/bld-grows-up.html' title='BLD GROWS UP'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112942314881211902</id><published>2005-10-15T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:39:08.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merkel Matters</title><content type='html'>Merkle Matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Folks the New German Chancellor is important. Not because she is an Eastern German (no not the hot eastern German tennis players or figure skaters) but because she is pro-US. How pro-Us? Well she supports the war in Iraq. Coming from a country that kinda has a bad rap for supporting wars of any kind this is very important. Her taking over the German high spot means that the US can strengthen its ties with probably the most important power in Europe (Sorry France). She will be more willing to take an active, rather then divisive role in the ongoing war on terror and thugary. This is important. During the run up to Gulf War II (Revenge of the Bush) Germany was a major pain in the ass! Instead of firing up those Panzers and kicking some tail, they sided with the French. The French! That is like the a Yankees Fan rooting for the Red Sox. It just isn't done. It violates all laws of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Merkle the balance of power will probably shift from a Franco-German Axis to an Anglo-German. Which means the US will have more support in Europe and the French can go well French themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the the thought of German Panzers rolling through the Desert don't make your heart pitter patter, think about the Economic Reforms proposed. A healthy economy in Germany means more people able to buy our stuff and services, more jobs for the US and a more jobs in Germany. If anybody has study History a Happy Germany is a good Germany. A pissed of Germany with high unemployment is a bad Germany, more likely to let crazy people run the country. A healthy German Economy also means more capital available from European investors and an overall healthier world economy.&lt;br /&gt;So Folks remember Merkel Matters (no not Erkel he is the geeky kid saying "Did I do that") Merkel was the person singing 99 Luftballons ( I think, I could be wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Speaking of Panzers, isn't that a cool name for a bunch of tanks. It instills fear and awe. I think there should be a football team or something named the Panzers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112942314881211902?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112942314881211902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112942314881211902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112942314881211902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112942314881211902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/merkel-matters.html' title='Merkel Matters'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112942199138863613</id><published>2005-10-15T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:19:51.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster Law Dog's Confession</title><content type='html'>Mea Cupa, Mea Cupa, Mea Maxima Cupa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make out in the cyber world. Buster Law Dog is not a patient person. Yes I know it is hard to believe but BLD is not perfect (all my friends reading this blog can stop laughing please : ) ) I am the type of guy who knows what he wants and he wants well yesterday. Now don't get me wrong, I rarely show impatience. Rather, I just let it gnaw at me while I wait. For instance I could be waiting for my family to show up for an evening out. In the pre-cell phone era I would be steaming if I had to wait over an hour at a restaurant for them to show up. All the while my mind would be racing with the usual thoughts of "Oh no they are in a wreck, Oh no something has happen at home, Oh no they've abandon me, etc." But being the nice guy that I am, once they show up I am all "Glad your here, no of course the wait was no bother..." I am even worse when waiting for my friends with the usual thoughts racing through my head and added on with the fact that it is rather hard to disown ones family and easier to lose touch with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top of the worse is dating. BLD a patient dater "Forget It!" Nope I am the one with the twisting smotach and the "Oh my gosh will she show up." But of course once my date and I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;get together, it is "Oh how wonderful for you to arrive." This impatience on my part is my own fault and less likely then my date's. It is just BLD being impatient and not wanting to wait for something special: be it a wonderful evening out with a wonderful person or something more lasting. Yes ladies Men too have a biological clock. We are just more apt to hide it. Patients (and spelling) is something I am working on. I rather learn patience though. It will keep me sane. Not only through this period of my life but in the future. What it takes&lt;em&gt; 9 Months &lt;/em&gt;for the kid to arrive! That is too long! Can't we just go down to Target and pick one up or something.&lt;br /&gt;But eventially I will learn Patience. It is just taking too damn long!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112942199138863613?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112942199138863613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112942199138863613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112942199138863613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112942199138863613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/buster-law-dogs-confession.html' title='Buster Law Dog&apos;s Confession'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112933507841199223</id><published>2005-10-14T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T20:23:17.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster Law Dog's Prayer</title><content type='html'>"Dear God: Don't make me come up there!"&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;BLD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112933507841199223?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112933507841199223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112933507841199223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112933507841199223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112933507841199223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/buster-law-dogs-prayer.html' title='Buster Law Dog&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112933207208084452</id><published>2005-10-14T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T19:21:12.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Planners Do?</title><content type='html'>When I am asked to describe myself I usually describe myself as an urban planner with a law degree. Many people say, "urban planning, what is that?" to which I reply "I plan urbs." But seriously we are the masters of the universe in a sense that we control were things go where. We are the reason why you can’t walk to your favorite coffee shop or grocery, your kids must spend hours on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;That was the old urban planning: the planning of Robert Moses (who by the way destroyed more of New York City then any crazy thug every did), of Le Corbeiser, of sprawl, of urban renewal. In the fifties and sixties urban planners were kings. They decided which neighborhoods got destroyed, which neighborhoods got protected. They were the ones which came up with the idea of separating everything from everything else. They were the ones which created crap.&lt;br /&gt;It was urban planners who help build the World Trade Center and it was urban planners who contributed to the crap along the gulf coast. And it is as an urban planner that I find purpose in my life during times of national tragedy. When tragedy such as the World Trade Center and Katrina occurs people seek to help the best way they can. The attorneys such as my friends rise to the occasion to make sure our civil liberties aren’t trampled upon by fear and the need to "get things done quickly." Artist and Actors hold telephones on all 100 channels so that people like myself can be guilted into donating money. And Planners, what do planners do? We plan.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend hundreds of architects and urban planners are descending on Mississippi to determine the fate of the gulf coast. Many of these are "New Urbanist". New Urbanism is a movement in planning which is meant to atone for the sins of the past uberplanners. The goal of new urbanism is to return to a time where community mattered, where towns and city mattered, and where we identified ourselves not with a sprawl choked landscape or malls or Krogers but with towns with names such as Batavia, Amelia, Centerville. It is a movement that wants to see new developments which help make the environment better and not crap. Basically it is the do not build crap movement.&lt;br /&gt;It is the planners who come in after the disaster occurs and tries to rebuild. But rebuild better. Imagine a Mississippi filled with small towns straight out of a Faulkner Novel or To Kill A Mockingbird (of course without the Racial hatred and Stupidity). A US Riveria or Italian Coast. It is possible and it is the planners who do it. That is what planners do. They take disaster and make things better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112933207208084452?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112933207208084452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112933207208084452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112933207208084452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112933207208084452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-do-planners-do.html' title='What do Planners Do?'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112907448918139299</id><published>2005-10-11T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:48:09.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Smurf!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today UNICEF launched a new add campaign. Normally I am all in favor of protecting children from the ravages of war, but this is just messed up. The campaign features the SMURFS getting attacked by an unkown foe. I think it might be Gargamel or it could actually be the UN. Or it may be the Taliban. Who knows? Anywho the add is a short cartoon depicting the carnage and the lasting image is baby smurf surrounded by destruction and death crying out. Depending on my mood I would find this to be amusing and laugh out loud. Sort of like bertisevil.com or sights making fun of Seseam Street or Telly Tubbies. But with a real war going on and real children dying, I don't find such ads as cute. (Please note I do have the lasting image of baby smurf set as my wall-paper on my computer, but that is because it will be funny at a latter day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is why the smurfs. Why are the smurfs single out for the wrath of an unkown enemy. Many claim that the smurfs are communists and this war may be the imperialist USA trying to stamp out the last vestiges of Socialism. This might be true. Lets face it you have an egalitarian society with every member assigned a task and the leader is known as "Papa" and does wear red pants. Red = commie I don't know just pointing out the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR it could be because the SMURFS are Belgian. And the Belgians have historically been kicked around. The French, Spanish, and more recently the Germans have historically taken the Belgians behind the tool shed a couple of times. So it could be one of those three who instigated this atrocities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the easiest suspect would be Germany. The evidence includes a new Chancellor who is in favor of a more powerful Germany both in foreign and European Affairs. They haven't had a war in over sixty years and they probably are bored. Three kicking Belgians but is the easiest way to get at the French. So the easiest suspect to instigate this is the Germans. But I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it the Spanish. True they haven't done much since the 17th century but don't count them out. Also Belgian was part of Spain for a while until the Dutch kicked them out. But I think the Spanish are too worried about offending anybody so they aren't the ones doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real culprit's are the French. That is right the French. Lets face facts. The Smurfs are red white and blue, (at least papa is) And Frances colors are Red white and blue. So obviously they are upset that others are using their "colors" Also the Smurfs are the only creatures the French could beat. So with France sucking so bad and the Germans backing away from their divisive and obstructionist tactics the French need a good pick me up. Viola the Smurfs. Yes the French can easily stamp out their village and feel good. They can now march their armies (instead of those of the invaders/or ass savers ie liberators) done the Champs Elesie. So I blame the French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the UN should launch a full investigation into this matter followed by a detail report and then a nice vote on whether the report should be presented before the full body so that a vote may be made to debate whether to vote to read the report and therefore.... the author has fallen asleep while reading the UN rules of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho the Un must step in. Otherwise who will protect the smurfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is BLD reporting from the Smurf Village saying Good Smurf and Good Smurfing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112907448918139299?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112907448918139299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112907448918139299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112907448918139299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112907448918139299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-smurf.html' title='What the Smurf!!!!'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17651250.post-112888164636921585</id><published>2005-10-09T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:14:06.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog</title><content type='html'>Well write this down folks. BLD has entered the 21st century. Yes it is a new day. The day of the BLD.  Many of you might wonder: Why blog. I say why not. I have a lot of stuff, insight, opinions, and deep thoughts swirling in my mind and I thought I might share them with you. That and I am also inspired by my favorite blogger of all time OLS. If you have never visited her site, please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you are wondering what this site will be about. Well it will be about me: my likes, thoughts, interests and feelings. Mostly it will be about sports, architecture, urban planning, new urbanism, t.v., movies, and music. I might also get into the other mysteries of life such as women, dating, faith, religion, and life. But for the most part it will be about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it will not be a gossip colume. While, I would love to give you the latest reports from the front, the latest news on the occupation, details of acts of sabatoge, espinanoge, diplomacy, etc. The State secrets act prevent. Besides others related to these will be reading my blog and it isn't fair to them. I also think that if I have something important to say to someone I would say it to their face instead of a blog. I would hate to have someone come up to me and say BLD I've read your blog, why didn't you tell me X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not to say that I am incapable of conveying the juicy gossip going on in my life. I am very good at coming up with codes and codes within codes so that I can protect the guilty/innocent while still conveying information. Rather, I don't want to. And since this site is about me. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time you will learn more about me and that is good. But since this is my first post. I am keeping it general. I do have a lot of stuff so check back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am signing off. Goodnight and Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17651250-112888164636921585?l=busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/feeds/112888164636921585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17651250&amp;postID=112888164636921585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112888164636921585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17651250/posts/default/112888164636921585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busterlawdog1976.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To blog or not to blog'/><author><name>busterlawdog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11141933030755579855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
