<?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-4404316421582903441</id><updated>2011-10-10T08:43:37.721-07:00</updated><category term='central Illinois'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='Donovan Hill'/><category term='selfishness'/><category term='91.5 WCIC'/><category term='radio'/><category term='trust'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='internet'/><category term='feel'/><category term='relationship advice'/><category term='privacy'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='communication'/><category term='expression'/><category term='time management'/><category term='love'/><category term='honesty'/><category term='fad'/><title type='text'>Internet Radio</title><subtitle type='html'>real life.  both sides of the mic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404316421582903441.post-3572350835840968372</id><published>2011-02-23T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T06:53:08.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>honesty breeds communication.  but not right away.</title><content type='html'>I had coffee with a friend last night.  We talked about a lot of stuff, mostly related to relationship stuff.  And about halfway through our conversation, I felt God prompt me to tell him something.  It's one of those concepts that I want to get down on "paper" so I don't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about how much time he and his wife spend &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BvIudccM4Ho/TK4xBK6K5EI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xZo6AEGa8EQ/s320/couple-fighting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BvIudccM4Ho/TK4xBK6K5EI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xZo6AEGa8EQ/s320/couple-fighting.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"arguing" with each other, and as he talked, I realized that the majority of things they were saying to each other were laced with sarcasm, passive aggression, and manipulation.  In other words, they weren't really talking to each other...they were both trying to control the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the nugget of truth that just kind of popped out...I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When your wife does something that bothers you, why don't you just tell her -- in LOVE, not manipulation -- that her actions are bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Well, I guess because I'm scared of hurting her feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when you get into knock-down, drag-out fights with each other, are you worried about hurting each others' feelings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what you're scared of is telling the TRUTH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.womens-relationship-success.com/images/married-couple-holding-hands2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.womens-relationship-success.com/images/married-couple-holding-hands2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Here's what I've found in my relationship with Emily...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you're honest with your wife, it breeds trust.  And trust breeds confidence.  And confidence &lt;/span&gt;(in yourself and your spouse) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breeds communication.  &lt;/span&gt;Over time, honesty is the only way you'll ever achieve true intimacy with your wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend pulled out his cell phone, asked me to repeat it to him, and texted it to himself.  And that was when I knew that what I said made more sense than it ever could have if I came up with it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404316421582903441-3572350835840968372?l=donovanhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/3572350835840968372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2011/02/honesty-breeds-communication-over-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/3572350835840968372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/3572350835840968372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2011/02/honesty-breeds-communication-over-time.html' title='honesty breeds communication.  but not right away.'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BvIudccM4Ho/TK4xBK6K5EI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xZo6AEGa8EQ/s72-c/couple-fighting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404316421582903441.post-33901304853589010</id><published>2010-11-29T05:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T06:05:21.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey.</title><content type='html'>Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was one for the record books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I went for an early-morning run.  Around 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.webmd.com/dtmcms/live/webmd/consumer_assets/site_images/articles/health_tools/lung_cancer_slideshow/getty_rf_photo_of_couple_running_through_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 170px;" src="http://img.webmd.com/dtmcms/live/webmd/consumer_assets/site_images/articles/health_tools/lung_cancer_slideshow/getty_rf_photo_of_couple_running_through_park.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did some laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Fixed some stuff around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV at my parents' home in Spring Bay.&lt;br /&gt;Ate the most delicious Thanksgiving dinner EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Spent some quality time with my dad's side of the family (Uncle Gary, Aunt Sue, Cousin Gary, Alaina and Cody).&lt;br /&gt;Talked about the upcoming Bears' game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Purchased a brand new television.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://top-10-list.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Stuffed-Animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 267px;" src="http://top-10-list.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Stuffed-Animals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate some doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped all morning.&lt;br /&gt;Met dad at home, and we installed the TV/sound system.&lt;br /&gt;Rented a couple of movies/TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a little bit of television:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to miss a LOT of stuff.  The day was jam-packed.)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with my family (mom's side)&lt;br /&gt;Colored with little Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;Played stuffed animal toss with Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;Ate TOO much food.  Again.  Lots of delicious-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.techwatch.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/samsung-ps50p96-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 177px;" src="http://www.techwatch.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/samsung-ps50p96-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily bought my Christmas present (so awesome!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I told her about her Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;We took a bunch of stuff back.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at Kohl's.  Best Buy.  Target.  Kroger.&lt;br /&gt;Best Buy looked like it was on fire.  But it was really the apartments behind the store.&lt;br /&gt;Watched more TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I made a dish with eggplant, onions, tomatoes, zucchini, and a bunch of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: uncooked eggplant is quite possibly the most disgusting-tasting vegetable in the                  entire history of uncooked vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;We got a quick run in before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Ate even MORE deliciousness at Emily's parents' house!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mouthpiecesports.com/media/images/contacts/192/Bears_vs._Eagles_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.mouthpiecesports.com/media/images/contacts/192/Bears_vs._Eagles_8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played football in the backyard (my wife is a SERIOUS route-runner, and she's got a good arm, too!)&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Bears/Eagles game.&lt;br /&gt;Talked finances with Emily's family.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and watched more TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  It was a beautiful Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But, in spite of all our exercise, I still gained about ten pounds:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  The Jingle Bell run isn't for another week!  I have time to lose the weight.  Or at least, I'm going to tell myself that I have time to lose some weight.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404316421582903441-33901304853589010?l=donovanhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/33901304853589010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/33901304853589010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/33901304853589010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkey.html' title='Turkey.'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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-4404316421582903441.post-3266190463161940865</id><published>2010-11-03T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:50:50.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>God impressed a really simple concept on my heart last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.happysoulmates.com/images/Love-Quotes-Valentines-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.happysoulmates.com/images/Love-Quotes-Valentines-Day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when it comes to a relationship, there are two parts to the equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. do i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;like you love me?&lt;br /&gt;2. do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;like i love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, since i'm a selfish person, i spend too much time focusing on #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop being so selfish, and spend more time focusing on #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404316421582903441-3266190463161940865?l=donovanhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/3266190463161940865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2010/11/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/3266190463161940865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/3266190463161940865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2010/11/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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-4404316421582903441.post-3972031473327876589</id><published>2010-11-03T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:49:42.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='privacy'/><title type='text'>why i don't have facebook.</title><content type='html'>i guess everyone at 91.5 WCIC has a facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my friends, my family members have facebook accounts.&lt;br /&gt;my DAD has one, and so does my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://videoproductiontips.com/VPT-Images/computer%20use%20dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 145px;" src="http://videoproductiontips.com/VPT-Images/computer%20use%20dog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even these dogs have facebook accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dog-training-critics.com/images/dog_computer_photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 122px;" src="http://dog-training-critics.com/images/dog_computer_photo.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO behind the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might wonder why i don't have a facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, if you have a facebook account, you might not believe me that i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;because EVERYONE facebooks!&lt;br /&gt;but trust me, i have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead...search for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just this blog, and my email account...donovan@wcicfm.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. i prefer genuine dialog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few years ago, i had a myspace account (for all i know, it's still out there somewhere).&lt;br /&gt;all of my conversations with people involved typing.&lt;br /&gt;thinking.&lt;br /&gt;and lots of space between responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all about impression management.  making people think i was the hippest, trendiest, most intelligent person alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was way too much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm older, i realized that i prefer face-to-face, un-anonymous communication.&lt;br /&gt;it's harder.&lt;br /&gt;it's messier.&lt;br /&gt;it's more time-intensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's REAL.&lt;br /&gt;and real is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. i don't have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the day, i spent LOTS of time on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;between it and AOL Instant Messenger, i had no reason to leave my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm married, i really value my free time.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have time to sit around and patiently wait for people to get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;i have life to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. i like my personal information to be kept, well, personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the "accidental" info slip-ups facebook has made recently, i don't feel like trusting them with my private information.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm naive.  but i don't like junk mail, and i REALLY don't like identity theft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. i don't care if people are obsessed with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger, i wanted people to like me.&lt;br /&gt;so i'd base my sense of accomplishment as a person based on how many friends i had.&lt;br /&gt;or how many people would respond to my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if people like what i have to say, cool.&lt;br /&gt;if not, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only opinions i truly care about are the people who actually impact my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not my friends i used to know back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;not the guy at the bookstore who just downloaded the coolest iPhone app ever.&lt;br /&gt;and especially not the overly-opinionated guy who can't sleep until everyone sees life exactly the way he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have facebook.&lt;br /&gt;and i probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to contact me, shoot me an email, or leave me a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please don't tell me i need to join facebook.&lt;br /&gt;just because everyone and their dog has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404316421582903441-3972031473327876589?l=donovanhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/3972031473327876589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-i-dont-have-facebook.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/3972031473327876589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/3972031473327876589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-i-dont-have-facebook.html' title='why i don&apos;t have facebook.'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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-4404316421582903441.post-1977066958473093951</id><published>2010-11-03T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:48:54.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='91.5 WCIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>marriage.</title><content type='html'>life is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you blink, and a year has passed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i581.photobucket.com/albums/ss253/tarynkaiser/moserengaged9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you blink again, and you're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, that's how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past year has been a colossal learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;God knew i &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freshjocks.com/images/Comfort-Fit-Wedding-Ring-in-Platinum-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 140px;" src="http://www.freshjocks.com/images/Comfort-Fit-Wedding-Ring-in-Platinum-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;needed some direction.  some encouragement.  and someone to challenge my ideas of what life looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and He gave me the most qualified candidate possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage has been a completely different animal than i had ever expected.&lt;br /&gt;elements of it that i worried would be all-consuming ended up being non-issues.&lt;br /&gt;and areas where i thought i'd coast...well, God's still working with me on most of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wOUKy31pLM/TNFnyQA-sAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qfq3Zmo57OU/s1600/moserengaged35+CROP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wOUKy31pLM/TNFnyQA-sAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qfq3Zmo57OU/s320/moserengaged35+CROP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535319530005245954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has been an absolute blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8wOUKy31pLM/TNFnjLq5c3I/AAAAAAAAABw/GuhxqpECOz0/s1600/moserengaged35+CROP.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't trade it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty sure Emily wouldn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come.&lt;br /&gt;unless i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404316421582903441-1977066958473093951?l=donovanhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/1977066958473093951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2010/11/marriage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/1977066958473093951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/1977066958473093951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2010/11/marriage.html' title='marriage.'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8wOUKy31pLM/TNFnyQA-sAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qfq3Zmo57OU/s72-c/moserengaged35+CROP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404316421582903441.post-1413251467738570143</id><published>2009-08-31T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:14:28.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>The face the world would see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, so I must clarify.  This post is going to be more of a rant.  A fun rant, but a rant, nonetheless.  So if you're not in the mood for this kind of thing, check out my previous posts.  They're a little more straight-laced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I find it kind of ironic that the internet is both a great tool for exercising one's freedom of speech, and also a place where individuality is squashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take, for example, my blog.  On the one hand, I can say anything I'd like, and it becomes a piece of the puzzle that is the mind of Donovan Hill.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I don't have any pictures of myself up on the blog, so how do you REALLY KNOW that it's me writing the posts?  This blog has both completed and stolen my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always cracks me up meeting someone in person, then after knowing them awhile, receiving texts/emails/comments from them.  I look at their writings and think "That doesn't sound a THING like they did in real life!  There's no way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're digital, it's a different game.&lt;br /&gt;There is no emotion, unless there are emoticons:)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone busts out the "LOLs," IDKs" and "IMOs."&lt;br /&gt;They all write in short, fragmented thoughts that are both predictable and absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;And they panic if there's a lull in the "conversation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an entire "inter-n&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ettiquite&lt;/span&gt;" that I unknowingly impose upon everyone I talk to online.  I know for me at least, if it takes someone more than a couple of minutes to respond to me, my mind begins to wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are they okay?  Did I say something to offend them?  What if they're showing my inane post to all their friends and laughing at me?  AAGH, the suspense!  I can't take it!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the "suspense" is completely self-inflicted.  Because chances are, they're too busy "living" and interacting in "reality" to get back to me.  How's that for irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't wait for 2010.  A new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like every other decade, we're all going to look back at the 2000's and think "What were we thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 24-hour news channels competing for RATINGS?  explain to me how that's any different than a 24-hour soap opera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    - did anyone ACTUALLY think reality TV was a good idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- T9?  What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    - so HOW exactly was facebook better than myspace?  or was it really just time for a change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    - remember Twitter?   Me neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really feel like someday, this whole internet fad is going to crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will rise above the faceless, nameless identities the internet has made us.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to look back at the World Wide Web the way we now look back on Pong, Galaga and Moon Patrol.&lt;br /&gt;It will be used more as a means of computing data and storing files and processing transactions.  With very little room for "personality."&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it'll be fun to tap into every now and then.  But spend ten hours a day online?  Who has time for THAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, this shift will be VERY gradual.  People are still fascinated with the internet because it's quick, it's exhaustive, and it's becoming increasingly more thorough.  And it's getting better all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But for now, I'm stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm limited by the words I write.&lt;br /&gt;I'm limited by the pictures on my profile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm limited by the things I enjoy.  The people I admire.  My dreams and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than expressing myself, I'm giving people a means to stereotype me.  Reduce me to a set of likes/dislikes.  To trivialize me.  And dismiss me.&lt;br /&gt;And that's a tough pill to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'd say these are the kinds of things that cross my mind as the evening rolls on.  If you made it this far, I only hope you're encouraged by the fact that God is good.  And even in a world of immediacy and hype, there's a hope for us that's bigger than the world, and all the problems therein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that hope, there's a peace that passes all understanding.  All expectations.  And all facelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404316421582903441-1413251467738570143?l=donovanhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/1413251467738570143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/face-world-would-see.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/1413251467738570143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/1413251467738570143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2009/08/face-world-would-see.html' title='The face the world would see.'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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-4404316421582903441.post-7704537454319998155</id><published>2009-07-27T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:04:13.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Situational Extroversion.</title><content type='html'>Situational Extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the average person remembers about 20% of everything they read, 10% of everything they see, and about 5% of everything they hear.  Well, not too long ago, I was watching Inside the Actors’ Studio with James Lipton, and it was the episode with Mike Myers (most known for his role as Austin Powers).  &lt;br /&gt;At one point in the show, James Lipton asked him how he would classify himself in terms of his personality.  You know, the whole Briggs-Meyers test thing.  And he basically said that he’s a “situational extrovert.”  He went on to explain that while he was capable of being extremely outgoing and personable, he also needed plenty of time away from people to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;I related to that statement on about fifteen levels.&lt;br /&gt;It was always difficult, because until that point, I assumed you had to be either one or the other.  And I wasn’t.  &lt;br /&gt;I guess there are times I enjoy being around company, and while I am perfectly comfortable in group settings, I don’t prefer being around people.  I’m a bit reclusive.&lt;br /&gt;And it took Austin Powers, the international man of mystery, to point it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often does this kind of stuff happen to you?  You’re watching TV.  Listening to the radio.  Out with a friend, chatting over dinner.  And something is said that resonates with you in a way you didn’t expect it to.  Isn’t that a bittersweet feeling?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to look for opportunities to discover new things about myself.  Sometimes my discoveries are enlightening and fun.  Other times, they’re not fun at all.  Because I see an area of my life that stinks.   That needs to change.  And I know it’s going to require more effort than I’d like to give it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404316421582903441-7704537454319998155?l=donovanhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/7704537454319998155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2009/07/situational-extroversion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/7704537454319998155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/7704537454319998155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2009/07/situational-extroversion.html' title='Situational Extroversion.'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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-4404316421582903441.post-5422096801495403000</id><published>2009-07-20T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:51:48.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='91.5 WCIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovan Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='central Illinois'/><title type='text'>The dreaded first post!</title><content type='html'>Okay.  So a little about me, just to get things started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I'm 27 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Really, it's a great age.  Just old enough to feel like childhood is behind me, but still too young to be taken seriously by people in their 40s and 50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I love football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.charlottebca.com/customers/105122109525971/images/Carolina_Panthers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.charlottebca.com/customers/105122109525971/images/Carolina_Panthers.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During football season I shut down.  It's the one time each year that Sundays assume their role as a day of rest in my life.  And Monday nights.  And Thursdays after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way...my favorite team hands down is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina Panthers&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't mind the Bears [I'll root for them] but if they're playing the Panthers, no contest.  And I don't like the Packers or the Vikings, but I respect them as franchises.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I've been trying to live a healthy lifestyle recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't always the case.  In fact, for the longest time, I didn't care at all.  I figured I could eat whatever I wanted and let God keep me at the weight He wanted me at.  Looking back, I'm glad I went through that period, because it feels good to know that I've matured as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I love God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should probably be the main point.  But you know what?  These aren't in order.  I love being a part of this society.  But I am looking forward to the day I'm part of a bigger society...that includes saints, angels, and great great grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;I'm passionate about my beliefs, and I'm constantly searching to make sure my heart is in the right place.  God has brought me to this place in my life, and it's only because of Him that I'm able to fulfill my dream of working at the radio station I've listened to ever since I was a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;- Granted, I'm a real person.  I struggle with a lot of stuff, especially since I'm both extremely&lt;br /&gt;sensitive and hopelessly prideful.  I like things my way, and I assert myself far more often than I should.  But God's constantly working on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I play drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play in a couple of groups around the area, and I've played at churches throughout central Illinois, including Riverside, Northwoods, Elevate, Grace Presbyterian, and Glad Tidings in East Peoria, just to name a few.  Currently I play about once a month at Richwoods Christian Church in Peoria, off Knoxville just past Pioneer Parkway (used to be Leath Furniture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I'm single.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I kind of don't like announcing that I'm "single" because to some people it sounds like an invitation to set me up with people, for others it feels like I'm throwing a pity party for myself ("why can't I find the right person?  I'm single and miserable!!!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sniffle*&lt;/span&gt;), and for others, it's a point of disconnect.  Either they're married with kids, they're newlyweds and still excited about the thought of "life with that significant other," or they're in a serious relationship and can't wait to get married.  I don't really relate to any of those types of people, but I have friends who are in each category, so I'm at least famliar with what it takes to operate within such confines.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the freedom of single life.  And while it can get lonely from time to time, I'm sure married people get lonely sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healthy Stuff!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I mentioned on 91.5 WCIC recently that I was going to devote most of my posts to my quest toward healthy living, as well as open my experiences up to public opinion.   So I guess I'll start by describing my approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a big guy, so I know that in order to lose weight, I have to limit my calorie intake. &lt;/span&gt; That's a no-brainer.  A couple of ways I'm doing this?  I don't eat meals after 7pm.  If I do eat after 7pm, it's strictly vegetables or lean meat, and it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;small portion (I'm talking 3 - 5 bites).  Just enough to keep me from starving all night.&lt;br /&gt;I also try to eat healthy throughout the day.  I start out by eating mostly carbs (toast, healthy cereal, oatmeal) and a little protein (eggs mostly).  For lunch, it's 50/50 carbs/protein (example: a salad with chicken or fish, and a potato or noodles.  And for dinner, I try to limit my carbs.  I haven't always been able to stick to it, but so far it's been working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to consume around 1,800 - 2,100 calories per day.  &lt;/span&gt;It would be silly for me to drop down under 1,500 calories because my body would begin to suffer.  But to me, I'd rather eat 2,400 calories of good, healthy food than 1,800 calories of greasy, processed fast food.  Just my personal preference.  Plus, I really don't like fast food all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I drink soda, it's a luxury, not a commodity.  &lt;/span&gt;I don't drink soda during a meal, because it's empty calories and I'm not really tasting it - I'm using it to wash my food down.  If I'm going to drink soda, I make an intentional effort to drink it and enjoy it.  I drink it slow, and adjust my calorie intake accordingly for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that a healthy lifestyle also includes activity. &lt;/span&gt; I have an exercise bike that I'll hit for a half-hour or so, usually twice an evening.  I also like to play tennis, basketball, racquetball, and I'm on a softball league that plays Sunday afternoons.  So I try to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I also know that because I'm a big guy, too much exercise is not a good idea.  I read an article once that said "you know, overweight people don't have special knees, ankles and hips.  they have the same ones skinny people do."  So I have to keep that in mind when I exercise.  I can't approach training like a 180-lb. guy would, because it's too hard on my joints.  So I push myself, but I also try to take it easy when I start feeling achy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I guess this is as good of an introductory post as I can muster.  Any comments?  Ideas?  Questions?  Please feel free to let me know.  I'll keep the comments open to the public, as long as I don't start seeing a pattern of spam and unacceptable language.  I'd love to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404316421582903441-5422096801495403000?l=donovanhill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/feeds/5422096801495403000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreaded-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/5422096801495403000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404316421582903441/posts/default/5422096801495403000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://donovanhill.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreaded-first-post.html' title='The dreaded first post!'/><author><name>Donovan Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11427981201137278659</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></feed>
