tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359597462024-03-06T23:23:59.788-06:00It's like Nathan, but with a "D"short commentaries from Astros to Zeppelins.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-33953875209044514172011-06-10T16:26:00.001-05:002011-06-13T13:36:09.409-05:00The 6AM to Sacramento6AM to Sacramento<br /><br />Had a 6AM flight to Sacramento scheduled for this morning. Arrived at IAH, flight was cancelled. Next available wasn't until 5:50PM! Ouch. Yeah... today is shaping up to be a very long day. <br /><br />It's almost 2PM now. I roamed as much as I could this morning. Got tired and sat for a while. I tend to learn more about people by just observing them. Sometimes I feel like we're all at some point nothing but caged animals on display for someone else's amusement.<br /><br />Howlin' Wolf<br />Pretty girl walks by. Sure I looked, but I also started to notice that so did everyone else. Pretty girls walks by. So I then observed the gallery. <br />- Husbands adjusted for a better vantage point while trying to appear undeterred and focused. <br />- Wives take the quick glance than then dart to the furthest peripheral to see if hubby is practicing tunnel vision. <br />- Single Men (or men and boys sans wife or gf) smile real big and lift brows high. While others drop jaw and gawk. Thankfully all seemed to resist the urge to belt out the old timey horn and then look for other single males in order to find the "did you see that hot girl?" affirmation. <br />- Single Women... well, some gawk like the men. Others stare in digust, and some peer curiously as the shy daughter that watches mommy put on her pearl ear rings. <br /><br />Jersey Spores <br />Just before lunch time I saw a couple of dudes who either are or were rejected from Jersey Shore. They had the whole ensemble down... complete with oversized amber aviators, undersized t-shirts that they swiped from someone's little sister, and pungent cologne that I can only imagine may have been called "sex panther." Another key Jersey shore feature for these guys was the flock of slightly taller and less orange Snookie look-a-likes that followed them at approximately ten paces. I'm convinced the purpose of the ten pace rule was to allow for the obnoxiously loud conversation, accented by hand gestures, to be heard by onlookers (such as myself). Now these monkeys were putting on a show. <br /><br />Lunch:<br />My brother Josh came and rescued me from my airport incarceration for lunch. It may have only been an hour of freedom but it brought a little sanity back and helped break up my twelve hour wait. <br /><br />Fox Hole:<br />After lunch I decided to hunker down for the final 5 hour wait. Got some water, gum, and a Kitkat. Paid $3 for bottle of knock off smart water. It tasted like backyard hose-water. Yum. I found a nice corner that had an AC outlet nearby. I started charging my gear then jumped in my shallow carry on luggage fox hole and surveyed the inhabitants of gate 39. It wasn't long before it became obvious that I was squatting in some valuable real-estate. They, them, the masses, slithered by seething on account of my good fortune. They stared crimson darts, willing my bladder to call me away from my post. Nothin-doin'! I sealed up the water bottle and concentrated on all things desert related. Abandoning my post would force me to wander about with all the other upright luggage-burdened dregs! Not happening.<br /><br />....who'm I kidding. I caved. I have the bladder of full term pregnant woman. <br /><br />All Aboard!<br />The plane is here. Now we all stand... yes we all. Even those of us who know we won't be allowed to board or even get in line for another 10-15 minutes. It doesn't matter... the plane is here and we shall all stand. I can't speak for the others, but today... I stand in reverence. And because my butt hurts from sitting on the hard floor for two hours. I should end this journal after the plane lands in Sac and all my body parts are accounted for. For some reason, however, the real victory is that I lasted a 12 hour wait in Concourse "C" without losing my mind. Yay for me!<br />Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-64960354618355494772008-10-13T15:40:00.004-05:002008-10-13T15:46:07.214-05:00Yikes!!!Replacement politician is just <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/story?id=5997043&page=1">more of the same</a>.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-21394522165260204442008-09-26T12:59:00.004-05:002008-09-26T13:01:48.644-05:00Rocket ManSweet! <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7637327.stm">I got next!!!!</a>Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-5846092146491991712008-09-19T11:37:00.002-05:002008-09-19T12:28:24.307-05:00It's like starting a mower that hasn't been used in years.So I've decided that blogging is a discipline that I should do my best to keep practicing. No longer will I use the excuse that I don't have enough time to tap out a few thoughts a week. So here it goes.<br /><br />Hurricane Ike. You moved me! <br /><br />The Greater Houston area, especially the east Texas coast (and as far north as Huntsville) was recently rocked by big boy Ike. I have to be honest. I seriously underestimated his ferocity. I'm so used to hearing newscasters sensationalize the weather (and other events) to attract viewers. When hurricane Rita came though a few years ago we hardly even felt the effects. Now, we're going on day six without power. It's been a very bittersweet experience. The lack of electricity has been difficult especially for me and my son Mason (we like it cool when we sleep). However, having to be outside away from my home base of entertainment has forced me into some actual friendships with my neighbors. Our area, north of Houston is starting to heal, and it's time to take stock and look for opportunities to help those who are still reaming from the disaster.<br /><br />Ok, here are some shots of Hurricane Ike. Definitely a must see. (thanks Vicki)<br /><br />http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/09/the_short_but_eventful_life_of.htmlDathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-78662190909962743562007-03-05T01:07:00.000-06:002007-03-05T01:09:56.239-06:00Baseball Player, Husband, Father, Man of God<a href=" http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/sports/justice/baseball/4600579.html">Read this story</a> about another professional athlete worthy of "role-model" status.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-29934749878772879612007-03-05T01:02:00.000-06:002007-03-05T01:07:04.653-06:00Free Time...? No such thing. (Lately)I know I've been bad about posting new stuff lately, but life has been pretty busy. No worries... I can handle it.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-24016101088904401582007-01-26T08:56:00.001-06:002007-01-26T10:44:26.613-06:00A Vote Against Tolerance.What is that odd and unfamiliar smell? It's probably the smell of a professional athlete actually doing something worthy of admiration. He is speaking out against postmodernism's lack of absolute truth, and expresses other convictions to a vital community. Going into his 7th full season with the Houston Astros, Lance Berkman has never been quiet about his faith and his commitment to Christ. Berkman, a 4 time all star, is taking his faith and mission a step beyond press room acknowledgements of Christ as noted by Chron.com. <a href="http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/sports/4501187.html">Lance's new mission is to present his definition of a "Real Man" to high school athletes in the Houston area. Read on for a breath of fresh air</a>... unless striving for a moral and God-fearing society is not your bag.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-75088369319145958092007-01-25T15:43:00.000-06:002007-01-25T15:46:40.074-06:00Presenting.... the new iPhone!Wow!!! Apple has REALLY outdone themselves! This thing can do it all!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xXNoB3t8vM&eurl=">Take a look!</a>Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-22332638757111256822007-01-24T12:01:00.000-06:002007-01-24T12:17:11.086-06:00Debunked or not!!!At last relief for those of us who need credible information before buying into the hundreds of forwards in circulation. <a href="http://www.snopes.com/">Snopes.com </a>is a website that addresses the credibility or lack thereof in today's Urban Legends, Email Forwards, and Water-cooler rumors. Enjoy.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-22762223582667882192007-01-19T11:47:00.000-06:002007-01-20T17:51:07.559-06:00White Lie... Confessions.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE44QLd7b1Ad7k0PjIgB8phpxc4gtlOGh9Q8T-aoSVVdVqBscaTS0HZsTo95NM06bs98-w87OmEql70B6LmgYIdH9orZ42AaFYn-DlbCNgM3xCzue_-A8Xxtt8gTPCxl-QOM90/s1600-h/153.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE44QLd7b1Ad7k0PjIgB8phpxc4gtlOGh9Q8T-aoSVVdVqBscaTS0HZsTo95NM06bs98-w87OmEql70B6LmgYIdH9orZ42AaFYn-DlbCNgM3xCzue_-A8Xxtt8gTPCxl-QOM90/s200/153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021807367022979970" /></a><br />A couple of times a week I'll drop by the campus Starbucks to get a little pep juice. A few weeks ago I started to realize that there was more to my drinks than just caffeine. The good people working the counter had run out of the crayon-line tool they used for writing my name and drink order on the cup... now they used a bold SHARPIE. Every time I raised my cup to take a drink I also received a nose/head-full of Sharpie scent. Needless to say my coffee drinking enjoyment decreased greatly while the temporary high I was getting from marker inhalation was nauseating, numbing at best. Something had to be done. Simple solution right? Just tell the lady that it stinks and ruins the drink and to please not mark on my cup, right? Yeah, that would just be too logical for me. I chose the path less traveled. "Can I help you?" "Yes, I'll have a Carmel Machiato please." After she asked for my name she reached for the big sharpie and aimed it towards my empty cup. <span style="font-style:italic;">Crossroads...think quick Dathan!</span> "Oh, Maam could you please not use a sharpie on my cup? I know it sounds silly, but I'm (pause) allergic to the smell." "Really?" "Yeah, I get pretty messed up when I come in contact with marker scents." "Wow, ok hun." You see, aparently I would rather misrepresent myself than just seem a little particular about my coffee. Smooth D, smooth. Since then, I've become somewhat famous at the small campus Starbucks. I'm told that the manager has been told of my "condition" and that the old crayon-like writing utensils have been ordered. New trainees are informed of my unfortunate allergy with careful instructions to use a ball point pen and that my name is spelled with a "D" and not an "N". Maybe I should come up with a condition get to the front of the line at Subway, or maybe I should just shut my mouth!Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-53772426043221455312007-01-09T12:29:00.000-06:002007-01-09T13:46:03.342-06:00New Apple Phone!!! Finally!I know... huge nerd moment for me but I think this is the coolest <a href="http://www.engadget.com/2007/01/09/the-apple-iphone/">announcement since the iPod!</a>Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-18518216825291854992007-01-08T18:27:00.000-06:002007-01-08T20:08:41.221-06:00Taser innovations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIc6og_lUCabKbVILKbjJtoGz1ghf8SJRE95qexKbsT0ZwJ3Bd6aJm202m87S10LWtznjxpOwVFGMqK9vMiy8a-A0bHwKP7kUzAsxtG3apiqnfm-6l1oeCv8_3FWW0U6Gd2IR8/s1600-h/_42424849_taser203.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIc6og_lUCabKbVILKbjJtoGz1ghf8SJRE95qexKbsT0ZwJ3Bd6aJm202m87S10LWtznjxpOwVFGMqK9vMiy8a-A0bHwKP7kUzAsxtG3apiqnfm-6l1oeCv8_3FWW0U6Gd2IR8/s200/_42424849_taser203.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017828961021812354" /></a><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6240659.stm">New and improved from the good people at Taser.</a> Wow, it's almost too easy to own one. Imagine tapping a skiddish acquaintance on the shoulder for a surprise "HELLO!", only to wake up with upchuck on your face and a wicked headache. As much as the inner, and probably more dominant, child in me wants one, I feel I should probably be concerned about how easy it could to be for the average Joe or Jane, trigger-happy-paranoiac, to bring back the <span style="font-style:italic;">new <span style="font-weight:bold;">electric</span> old west</span>. <br />With all that said... think twice before tapping me on the shoulder!Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-25855367950064196862007-01-08T17:58:00.000-06:002007-01-08T20:04:46.085-06:00Abity Abity Abity... that's all folks!You asked for it America... well at least the majority of you did. <a href="http://gatewaypundit.blogspot.com/2007/01/democrats-make-preparations-for-iraqi.html">Madam Speaker, are you really saying what I think you're saying?</a><br /><br />Gateway Pundit links an interesting <a href="http://hnn.us/articles/31400.html">historical comparison between the war in Iraq and Vietnam</a><br /><br />Took this from <a href="http://drmelissaclouthier.blogspot.com/">Dr. M</a>...Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-10757482681020605622006-12-28T11:51:00.000-06:002006-12-28T12:53:15.551-06:00A Time To GrieveHollywood is gonna love this. <span style="font-style:italic;">They</span> keep saying that it's not the right time to make Ford's passing political, yet they're all doing it anyway. Very subtle. <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/POLITICS/12/27/ford.iraq/index.html">Ford on the war in Iraq.</a>Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-56435854416246112972006-12-13T14:06:00.000-06:002006-12-13T15:12:36.335-06:00Fatherhood (revisited)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2wSoZooKs2Dfg0__Q_spzreOXNHcmT6QOvY55MO8JSRgAFUr2hrBuFWg9MliLj5J-nvv29CxcDg7NgGlhSiGxlUt7xby8R90II3szLSEDIISvgWbsZ9dTEDuRKj40oWALM8U/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2wSoZooKs2Dfg0__Q_spzreOXNHcmT6QOvY55MO8JSRgAFUr2hrBuFWg9MliLj5J-nvv29CxcDg7NgGlhSiGxlUt7xby8R90II3szLSEDIISvgWbsZ9dTEDuRKj40oWALM8U/s200/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008112641524247810" /></a><br />So Mason is a week old as of 4:30 this morning. A month ago I would have guessed that I would be a wreck by now trying to grasp all that it takes to care for an infant, but honestly it's not that bad... check that, it's not bad at all. I've learned how to recognize what he needs and although mom is a lot better at it than me, I can usually provide some comfort. I can't do any wicked awesome aerobatics with him yet, but I'm pretty good at holding him. Diaper changing is cumbersome as expected, but it's really not that bad (at the moment). I keep wondering if he knows me yet, if his little brain has processed that I'm someone important to him. I've read parts of one book that claims that a baby that young is completely clueless about anything other than the need to eat and poop. Well, I'm just not sure that I can buy that, not that I know anything about neurology or infant psychology (if there is such a thing). All I know is that sometimes when he wakes up and manages to open his eyes and look at me or his mom, he often cracks a smile. Maybe he's smiling to let out some gas like his dad, or maybe he DOES know that we love him. Either way, I'd have to say that it makes me smile!Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-19118997874859072892006-12-12T22:58:00.000-06:002006-12-12T23:09:22.070-06:00Grumblings From A FanWhy? Why would the Astros follow up one dumb move (<a href="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20061208&content_id=1754810&vkey=news_hou&fext=.jsp&c_id=hou">loosing Pettite to the Yanks</a>) with another? Probably a dumb question at this point, especially for Houstonians. It seems as though fans are growing used to sad personnel choices these past few years from Houston teams (a la, No thanks Vince, or Reggie, we'll stick with David). Yeah, that's really working out - sorry Texans fans. <a href="http://houston.astros.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20061212&content_id=1760234&vkey=news_hou&fext=.jsp&c_id=hou">Willie Taveras, a bright ,fast, young, talented ball player, was traded to the Rockies for mediocre pitching.</a> It's just sports, I know. But still, its my team, its who I root for, and it still gets me down. I'll miss ya Willie.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-77172129223655279892006-12-04T11:21:00.000-06:002006-12-04T11:28:21.033-06:00Sad day at SamThe following is a news article from the Sam Houston State University's web site. I'm sad for her parents and family and friends. <br />http://www.shsu.edu/~pin_www/Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-66886649893886947202006-10-23T00:25:00.000-05:002006-10-23T00:35:42.366-05:00Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5058/4389/1600/breaking%20news.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5058/4389/200/breaking%20news.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />10/22/06<br /><br />What on earth would compel any intelligent person to sit and watch network evening news? Ok class, please raise your hand if you’re your stomach has started to turn every time you dare watch the news for more than fifteen minutes. The following is a list of topics I just suffered through: “man shot over tire rims”, “body found in river”, “gas prices down – but is that really good news?”, “homicide rate on track for a high for decade”, “woman seriously injured in crash”, here’s the kicker, “Six killed in Iraq today, Still Bush remains stubborn.” What a way to announce to the world the death of those fighting on behalf of their country. No prayers or condolences to the family of these, just on to the agenda.<br />After audibly setting a new standard for our home (no more network news scare tactics in D’s house!), and turning off the TV, I began to wonder why there isn’t an outcry for a change in the way news in presented, or at least a steady decline in ratings. Pick your grudge… political biases, disconnection from real Americans, or marketing stories to Americans by our need for tragedy… I wonder how news outlets are still the powerful entities that they are. Maybe I’ve just answered my own question, “our need for drama.” Personally, I encounter more than enough drama without the aid of mr and mrs anchorperson, but it seems as though a large number of us need more. So drink up drama-glutton, you’ll be fed at least three times a day, four if you choose to stay up for a late night snack. <br />Perhaps long ago some brain suggested that FEAR could be used as a cattle prod for a nation of heifers. With every story we are made to be on guard, constantly in search of our political, or social savior. Sad… a REAL Saviour goes unnoticed… uncalled… unrelied upon.<br />I know, I know… news media outlets have been reporting bad news for a long time, and somehow people just watch through it and still smile afterward. So I should just probably get over it… I’m probably just blowing a lot of smoke. Still, I’ll research current events for myself, rather than watch sixty minutes of a program that could be accurately entitled, “Today’s BAD News, And What We Want You To Think About It”Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-30533121455656462432006-10-20T11:20:00.000-05:002006-10-20T14:30:33.044-05:00Fatherhood<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5058/4389/1600/Profile.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5058/4389/200/Profile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Webster defines "motherhood" as such: "a female parent... maternal tenderness or affection." The word itself could loosely be understood as an instinct... a sixth sense that comes about when mother and child are introduced. Here is his definition for "fatherhood": "a man who has begotten a child." Kind of cut and dry isn't it? I'm not suggesting that Webster is the expert in defining all that is fatherhood, but he's right on in regard to how clueless I feel as I contemplate my place in the life of my child. I seem to be less concerned with our relationship during his older years (4 +), but it's those baby years where I'm lost. <br />He's due to arrive in a month and I have become very good at imagining all the selfish things. Like how I can't wait to share with him the greatest of stories, teach him to play the guitar, or the joy of buying him his first glove and indoctrinating him with the key to success - always keep your eye on the ball. I'm well aware that the Dr. Laura’s would caution me to not relive my life through my kid and I have no intention of doing such. To be honest, these are the kinds of ideas that I keep thinking about. My time is far less consumed by considering what my first course of action is going to be when his first fever comes. However, I've done research on what a good rifle would be for his first hunting experience, yet I'm ignorant to the most effective brand of diapers or medicine. I'm not even sure how to hold a newborn. I've always said, when a baby is screaming bloody murder in the grocery store or waiting room, "oh, no, not my kid - never... if that were my kid I would...," yeah, this is me eating my words again. Will my "instinct" come, or do I learn to take part in caring for my son by trial and error? I recently started realizing that things are going to be messy. The hallmark picture of father and son is nice, but all of a sudden it looks as though rashes, no sleep, and poop are soon to be my new milieu. I'm sure I'll figure some of it out, and I'll find a way to get over the weird smells. In the meantime I suppose I should try purchasing a Dr. Laura book or something and continue digesting my words.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35959746.post-1160979062811585212006-10-16T01:01:00.000-05:002006-10-20T10:47:51.077-05:00TV RatingsTwo months ago my wife and I moved into our first home. The whole experience, including the hand cramps at closing, was great. The loading, unloading, packing, and unpacking... the, “Put it there… no there... mmm how ‘bout over there?”… I enjoyed the whole experience. That is, until the afternoon came when I wanted to see if my Astros won. How empty I felt when I realized that I was completely without TV or internet for the next few days (I hadn’t yet called to have cable installed and I didn’t have any rabbit ears). Life without TV, I’m sad to say, was hard. <br /> Recently, I've crossed paths with a number of individuals who live life without the use of a television. Or, if they have one, it often remains as unused as wedding china. Still, they all seem to have a few common elements in their lives that, I have to admit, are appealing to me. First, they all seem live life just a little more carefree, they enjoy more time outside, and enjoy not caring that they missed the premiere of some new sitcom. Perhaps its because they don’t endure the same indoctrinating news and programming where the key message is always fear with vivid scenes of “what could happen to you”- I don’t know, just a thought. Secondly, it seems right to me that TV is not an integral part of the human lifestyle… but (sigh) I’d have to say that it is in mine and not in theirs. To this small community of those who are sans boob tube, life with out TV causes them not to want, but to feel content. Lastly, I’ve noticed how much better control they have of time and responsibilities… control that I could only hope for. So the copycat in me has begun to consider if we could live that way too.<br /> Could I really consider doing without TV for the sake of experiencing a life that I’ve never known? Would I benefit? Is there a middle ground or a compromise? Or is it even possible – is it too much a part of my life already? Who knows? Maybe I’ll figure it out in a few minutes after I’m done watching Seinfeld.Dathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09567051212338052542noreply@blogger.com4