<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 15:15:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>JoeZone (retired)</title><description/><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-8375363993188922989</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-03T08:15:11.103-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>every end is a new beginning or something corny like that</category><title>That's a wrap - check out my new blog!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Well friends, thanks to all of you who've read my writings up to this point.  We've laughed together, cried together, endured moments of awkwardness together, and so much more which, despite the fact that I will always try, just can't be put into words.  Or probably shouldn't.

Without further ado, I give you "Making it all up as I go along" - my new blog! I'll leave it for that space to explain </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2008/04/thats-wrap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-8229763883585476659</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-04T12:46:00.852-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wife-accolading</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>occasional wit</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Construction Notice</category><title>Yikes, and Coming Soon</title><atom:summary type='text'>It just occurred to me how imposing that JOEZONE logo is at the top of the page. It's not as though it sounds like screaming which, for some, is what they hear when they see words typed in all caps. To me just now, it was a lot more like being in a seemingly empty room (ooh! the subtle foreshadowing is already beginning to work suspense like that fourth cup of coffee on a long, stationary </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2008/04/yikes-and-coming-soon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-5597365848797946379</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T11:23:03.583-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rough theologizing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>simple-ish suggestions</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture-watching</category><title>Musical mysteries and missed meaning</title><atom:summary type='text'>I have what I hope will be a quick and relatively simple observation and ponder-ment.  As I listen to new musical artists, it occurs to me to ask, in the form of an "I wonder...", whether their music might be unnecessarily opaque.

Now hear me out.  I'm not trying to dog on good poetic lyrics, or dumb down art, or promote myself or any particular person or style of music or whatever as superior.</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2008/02/musical-mysteries-and-missed-meaning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-3586721870265275240</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T10:23:13.685-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>occasional wit</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tids'n'tads</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>backstory</category><title>Men Gone Wild</title><atom:summary type='text'>So what happens when 20+ guys go out into the country to let the beer and testosterone run freely?  They have a blast (quite literally, actually, what with all the guns and skeet).  And a blast is what was had this weekend when a bunch of the men from church went camping a few miles west of Bryan at Oelze Meadows.  Rather than giving you a run-down of the weekend, though, I'll offer you some of </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2008/02/men-gone-wild.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-7114928627461698539</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-30T12:06:35.622-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>occasional wit</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tids'n'tads</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture-watching</category><title>Tidbits</title><atom:summary type='text'>First, my oh-so-typical disclaimer: today's post is a little out-of-the-ordinary for me, seeing as I'm about to write about a number of unrelated things (other than the fact that they are all reflections on recent happenings in my life, which, unfortunately, doesn't provide near the unity one would hope for in a blog of this caliber, owing to the fact that I'm not so much the type of guy who "has</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2008/01/tidbits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-6379186877621613124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-04T11:49:22.822-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>occasional wit</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>timeless relationship wisdom</category><title>Six years</title><atom:summary type='text'>So we're officially one week into our seventh year of marriage today.  We had a good anniversary, a good year last year, and expect more good things from the Lord in the one that began with pump-nog just a few days ago.  In that spirit, I'd like to venture out there and say that I've got a good woman and a good thing going, despite the times when I tend to act contrarily.  In fact, I'd go as far </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2008/01/six-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-4651012155632779834</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-04T11:52:15.571-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>occasional wit</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fuzzy scripturizing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>backstory</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>neologizing</category><title>Acappellacizing</title><atom:summary type='text'>MUSIC!!!!!  That's how one of the weirdest songs I've ever sung begins - with the whole choir singing in unison, at forte or above, a couple of sustained, majestic notes in praise of, and in an "Ode to [,] Music".  (Those of you literary experts who frequent my blog - can you use the brackets that way?  Well, either way, I just did... so pretty soon it will be catching on everywhere.)  That's </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/11/acappellacizing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-6340456993460003942</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 12:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:04:33.305-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rough theologizing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture-watching</category><title>Elementary, My Dear Watson</title><atom:summary type='text'>Logic.  It is just a tool utilized by whatever dominant spirit you're experiencing in any particular location or situation.  Rationality.  The only one limited to the way you see things is you.  God certainly isn't - has he ever been?</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/11/elementary-my-dear-watson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-3488652353879318679</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:07:11.068-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rough theologizing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>timeless relationship wisdom</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>petty ranting</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>neologizing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture-watching</category><title>The Difference Between Men and Women (and also my usual sort of quasi-theological ramblings)</title><atom:summary type='text'>Okay World-
Here it is.  The definitive word on what really separates the men from the women.  You ready for it?  Yes?  Good - then let's talk about...

Carrots.  Yep, that's right.  I like 'em cooked, my wife likes to eat them raw.  What the helk*?  Actually, what really rubs my rabbits about all of this is that I can force down a handful of raw carrots (as I did today), and STILL not have </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/10/difference-between-men-and-women-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-4046280586605785777</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:08:06.572-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>occasional wit</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>petty ranting</category><title>Why is it...</title><atom:summary type='text'>...that dealing with dentists to figure out how much a wisdom tooth extraction will cost is like pulling teeth?  What kind of sick irony is that?</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/10/why-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-7761261203895310462</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:09:08.153-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>neologizing</category><title>Frisbicity</title><atom:summary type='text'>I just created a new word.  Frisbicity.  A combination of frisbee, ability, and capacity.  And also whatever I could do to make it sound cool.

It basically describes a person's aptitude for throwing a mean frisbee.  I could also have possibly tried for the word fraptitude, but there was actually a search result on Google for that word.  So I stick with frisbicity.

Have you got it?  Can you </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/09/frisbicity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-3346052850262965737</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:12:35.904-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>wife-accolading</category><title>Kathryn the great</title><atom:summary type='text'>My wife is awesome.  Such a declaration has been a long time coming for this blog, owing to the fact of my blog-envy (hers is usually more interesting).  But this really has nothing to do with blogs.

Yesterday was Labor Day.  We were both off (though I had to take a vacation day).  Parts of the day were fun, and then by the evening the day had wore on, and so by night time the boredom of free </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/09/kathryn-great.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-2081009032710962170</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-04T11:55:26.101-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>occasional wit</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rough theologizing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>workplace</category><title>So you're not satisfied with your job.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Let me rephrase that: I'm not satisfied with my job.  (The "why" is a totally different conversation - there's actually a lot I love about my job - I just tend to not be equipped and/or wired to handle many of the typical tasks required on the job.)   What do I do with that?  For the next few minutes, take a walk with me through my brain (scenic hike? cave spelunk? mad dash? haunted house tour?) </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/08/so-youre-not-satisfied-with-your-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-5790667685736202077</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:13:43.996-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>petty ranting</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture-watching</category><title>A rant: lowermybills.com</title><atom:summary type='text'>If you're wondering what lowermybills.com is, you probably haven't been to a website where you've seen one of the following things dancing on the side of your screen:
-an alien,
-a woman in an office,
-some kind of priest or Scottish person with a kilt or something, or
-whatever else I can't remember off the top of my head.

Actually, that's the reason behind the rant.  The top of my head.  It's </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/08/rant-lowermybillscom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-3346915057515326662</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:15:16.143-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>petty ranting</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture-watching</category><title>Ba da bup bup BLAH</title><atom:summary type='text'>Okay, so now it will be painfully obvious this is an obsession (if it wasn't already... what comes after painfully obvious, anyways... throttlingly obvious?  Now I have to make up words about the degree of discomfort you're feeling at putting up with my "obviosity.") But just one day after reading the article inspiring this post bemoaning the growing threat of the advertising epidemic, I find </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/08/ba-da-bup-bup-blah_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-2420895500241465652</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:19:17.633-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rough theologizing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture-watching</category><title>The Good, the Bad, and the Fake (News)</title><atom:summary type='text'>My instinctive reaction to this article in the New York Times, about the proliferation of personalized digital advertising, was to attempt to respond in such a dryly sarcastic way that this blog post would have required a disclaimer advising readers to first retrieve a cup of water before continuing to read.

(The basic scenario: by using cheap labor from around the world, advertisers can produce</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/08/good-bad-and-fake-news_10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-9082482876127920209</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-26T08:20:20.390-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>occasional wit</category><title>The Awesomeness of Nearly</title><atom:summary type='text'>There is, as I see it, a state - not so much of mind or of being, but more or less of attempting to be - which is, in my opinion, grossly under-appreciated. You may or may not disagree with this assessment, but I'm mostly sure of it.

To try and put it more simply, it is awesome to be nearly. Or maybe I should say that it's okay to be nearly awesome. Whichever you prefer is basically alright with</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/08/awesomeness-of-nearly_617.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-1181949804914315586</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-06T14:29:42.274-07:00</atom:updated><title>She beat me to it</title><atom:summary type='text'>Fiddlesticks.  I just happened to search for a quote that I thought I had effectively created, when I came across this quote from Rita Mae Brown.  ("One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.")

Unfortunately, it bears too much of a striking resemblance to my quote, found in this post ("The key to an exciting life is a very short-term memory.")

Goosh.  If I had a million dollars for all the </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/08/she-beat-me-to-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-3502522489010792684</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-04T14:39:45.759-07:00</atom:updated><title>I must be awesome!</title><atom:summary type='text'>If this isn't a moment for revelry, then I don't know what is.  It's not too often that a young man gets truly back-patted by the real world - usually that type of thing takes years of much harder work and dedication than the kind I'm used to producing.  But here it is - check it:

Congratulations!
You have successfully signed up to receive your Texas A&amp;M University System payroll earning </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/07/i-must-be-awesome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-8973641849793817899</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-24T14:40:26.527-07:00</atom:updated><title>Online communities</title><atom:summary type='text'>Seeing as I have a habit (or shall we say, tradition?) of prefacing everything I say, let me come out and say right now that I'm really just blogging to blog this time.  But it actually does tie in...

I've been reading a lot of blogs the past few days, and am struck by how much people like connecting online.  Some people are definitely a lot more interesting online (though I can't offer this the</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/07/online-communities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-5622700766931817911</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-08T12:08:49.277-07:00</atom:updated><title>Me and you, deja vu</title><atom:summary type='text'>This post provides the context for my previous post about short-term memory and a very exciting life.  It's pretty good, so go read it.

deja vu

Actually, all I want to say is that I just had deja vu about trying to get to know people and trying to be funny around them before I really know them very well.  I had forgotten until just now how I used to, in high school, make friendships based on </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/05/me-and-you-deja-vu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-5038672305349493653</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 18:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-08T11:41:47.114-07:00</atom:updated><title>The key to an exciting life...</title><atom:summary type='text'>...is a very short-term memory. 

I don't know if someone else has ever said this or anything like it - so to you this may not be all that original.  For all I know, I came up with it just now.  Heck, maybe I even came up with it once before.  ;)</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/05/key-to-exciting-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-2738616650729948048</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-22T07:45:31.401-07:00</atom:updated><title>My world @ work, Episode I</title><atom:summary type='text'>I hope to do these fairly often, and make kind of a super-cool series out of them...

Today's episode:

I opened a campus mail envelope with my name on it today.  That makes me feel good.  Important.  Don't remind me of the fact that there are at least seven other people with my exact job title in this department, or that there are even more in another part of the department who could easily move</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/03/my-world-work-episode-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-6248020109100409743</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-20T10:31:02.092-07:00</atom:updated><title>It's just money, right?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I think about debt a lot in the wake of the Great Disaster of 1998-2002 (better known as my college career and graduation), much in the same way someone thinks about the annoying type of tagalong neighborhood kid who seems to have nothing better to do than hang around you constantly.  Of course, they're not the same, and of course, I am totally, 49% joking about it all.

Quick history: I got a </atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2007/03/its-just-money-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17518400.post-115351778504590175</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-21T14:39:38.073-07:00</atom:updated><title>FAQ’s and FGAR’s - Frequently Asked Questions, and their Frequently Given Answers or Responses</title><atom:summary type='text'>I thought I would include this section just in case you have some of the same questions that most people usually do.


How’s it going?
How are you doing?
How they hanging?
What’s up?
What’s up, man?
‘Sup?
What’s going on?
Where are you from?
What’s your major?
How’s Kathryn doing?
How’s the new job?
Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
Hey, your name’s Joe Peebles, right?
Have you</atom:summary><link>http://joezone.joeandkathryn.us/2006/07/faqs-and-fgars-frequently-asked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (joe.peebles)</author></item></channel></rss>