<?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-9386839</id><updated>2011-08-10T08:57:51.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful World of Beck</title><subtitle type='html'>"for to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-115807488512689234</id><published>2006-09-12T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:28:05.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rednecks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/1600/redneck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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90%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Hulk&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=85&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 85%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Flash&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=75&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 75%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Superman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Iron Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Supergirl&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=53&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 53%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Robin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=50&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 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You have strong &lt;BR&gt;will power and a good imagination.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/superhero/pics/lantern2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/superhero"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-115384212413042779?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/115384212413042779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=115384212413042779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/115384212413042779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/115384212413042779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/07/superheroes-rock.html' title='Superheroes Rock!!!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-114668145334980400</id><published>2006-05-03T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:37:39.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End Women's Suffrage!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUP9Jm9SqvY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JUP9Jm9SqvY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad i'm in college...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-114668145334980400?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/114668145334980400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=114668145334980400' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114668145334980400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114668145334980400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/05/end-womens-suffrage.html' title='End Women&apos;s Suffrage!!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-114603152980605285</id><published>2006-04-26T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:42:05.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not usually emotional...</title><content type='html'>Today was interesting, and filled with mixed emotions. I will start from the beginning. So i recently got on myspace. I dont know why, i just had the urge to do it all of a sudden. Well, i got to looking at my sister's myspace page or whatever and remembered my cousin Carrie had got in contact with my sister. Carrie is a little over 5 years older than me, and is my cousin on my dad's side. The "beck" side of my family used to be really close. When we were little we would have a family reunion like every year or so, but after my grandparents died, those kinda fizzled out. In fact, the last time i saw her was probably at my grandma's funeral freshman year of high school. She is one of the only cousins i actually remember from my dad's side (that is, I remember her name and some actual specific events) and one who i really liked. So anyways, i sent her a myspace message to see whats up, I was totally not prepared for what happened next. All day today (yesterday now) i looked forward to hearing from her...i have no idea why because  that is uncharacteristic of me. I guess i was excited because i read over her profile and felt like we had something in common, except for the fact that she lives in oregon, is married, has a 2 1/2 year old son, and is graduated from college. Needless to say, it is always nice to find another co-laborer in the faith, especially in your family. So i was excited, but things were put into perspective when i got her message. I read her message, in fact i read like 4-5 times. She let me in on a little bit of what's been going on in her life. What her husband does, about her kid, and then let me know she how MS (Multiple Sclerosis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Multiple sclerosis&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;MS&lt;/b&gt;) is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronic_%28medicine%29" title="Chronic (medicine)"&gt;chronic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neurologic_disease" title="Neurologic disease"&gt;disease&lt;/a&gt; that affects the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brain" title="Brain"&gt;brain&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spinal_cord" title="Spinal cord"&gt;spinal cord&lt;/a&gt;. MS can cause a variety of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symptom" title="Symptom"&gt;symptoms&lt;/a&gt;, including changes in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensation" title="Sensation"&gt;sensation&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_perception" title="Visual perception"&gt;visual&lt;/a&gt; problems, muscle weakness, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_%28mood%29" title="Depression (mood)"&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt;, and difficulties with coordination and speech. Although many patients lead full and rewarding lives, MS can cause impaired mobility and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disability" title="Disability"&gt;disability&lt;/a&gt; in the more severe cases.Multiple sclerosis affects &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuron" title="Neuron"&gt;neurons&lt;/a&gt;, the cells of the brain and spinal cord that carry information, create thought and perception and allow the brain to control the body. Surrounding and protecting these neurons is a fatty layer known as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myelin" title="Myelin"&gt;myelin&lt;/a&gt; sheath, which helps neurons carry &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electricity" title="Electricity"&gt;electrical&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signal_%28biology%29" title="Signal (biology)"&gt;signals&lt;/a&gt;. MS causes gradual destruction of myelin (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demyelination" title="Demyelination"&gt;demyelination&lt;/a&gt;) and transection of neuron &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Axons" title="Axons"&gt;axons&lt;/a&gt; in patches throughout the brain and spinal cord, causing various symptoms depending upon which signals are interrupted. The name &lt;i&gt;multiple sclerosis&lt;/i&gt; refers to the multiple scars (or scleroses) on the myelin sheaths. It is thought that MS results from attacks by an individual's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immune_system" title="Immune system"&gt;immune system&lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nervous_system" title="Nervous system"&gt;nervous system&lt;/a&gt; and is therefore categorized as an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autoimmune_diseases" title="Autoimmune diseases"&gt;autoimmune disease&lt;/a&gt;.Multiple sclerosis may take several different forms, with new symptoms occurring in discrete attacks or slowly accruing over time. Between attacks, symptoms may resolve completely, but permanent neurologic problems often persist. Although much is known about how MS causes damage, its exact cause remains unknown. MS currently does not have a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cure" title="Cure"&gt;cure&lt;/a&gt;, though several treatments are available which may slow the appearance of new symptoms. MS primarily affects adults, with an age of onset typically between 20 and 40 years, and is more common in women than in men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Needless to say, i was shocked. I was speechless, all i could think of was how much that stinks. I was kinda angry as well. The thing is, i am usually not emotional over stuff like this, it just hit me hard today. The thing that got me as i was reading over some of here blog posts and her message a couple more times is her unwaivering faithfulness to the father.  I mean, i am blown away at her determination to fight. She even told me she is stubborn and needs to use a cane, but hates it and doesnt like to use it...sound familiar?  God just really showed me today how blessed my life and how i am given so much, yet am not totally faithful all the time. Conviction. I just realized how hard it is love God, and what afflictions may come. How will i deal with them? Will i try to run away, or complain? Will I allow God to challenge me through them? Will I allow Him to work stuff out, or will I try to take control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Phil 1.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="reference"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="reference"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-114603152980605285?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/114603152980605285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=114603152980605285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Drive a Bentley Azure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/bentley-azure.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all flash, and you love to show off to anyone who will watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're such a high roller, this is just one car of many for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What 2007 Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-114601810001394645?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/114601810001394645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=114601810001394645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114601810001394645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114601810001394645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-can-i-say.html' title='what can i say?'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-114438772154861788</id><published>2006-04-07T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:28:41.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...i dunno</title><content type='html'>tonights post: the spring banquet dilemma....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-114438772154861788?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/114438772154861788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=114438772154861788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114438772154861788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114438772154861788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmmmi-dunno.html' title='Hmmm...i dunno'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-114413301368737902</id><published>2006-04-04T01:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:59:53.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyrics are pretty cliche...but who cares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue&lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;br /&gt;Say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard&lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;br /&gt;In the throw around&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over My Head (Cable Car)&lt;br /&gt;The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i like this song. Kinda angry, and i am not. I feel this way sometimes. But dont we all...i dont know the significance, i just like the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-114413301368737902?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/114413301368737902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=114413301368737902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114413301368737902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114413301368737902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-lyrics-are-pretty-clichebut-who_04.html' title='Song Lyrics are pretty cliche...but who cares'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-114387098229936533</id><published>2006-03-31T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:37:54.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>So, i am officially scheduled to move back in the dorms next year. It is exciting, but stressful all at the same time. I am signed up for a room in couch for next year...which is exciting. However, i am currently roommateless, which stinks. I NEED ROOMMATES!!! And so now begins the endless days and nights of analyzing applications and headshots of the many people who want to live with me next year. If you are interested anonymous reader, please turn in an application, headshot, and $20 deposit to me. &lt;br /&gt;Also, i went to a sweet concert tonight. It was fun, it was at borders. While me and mock we busy laughing at the various old people who were standing about, afraid to enter the coffee portion of borders, i got a book, after all, it is borders. It was an italian cookbook. This caused me to think, "man, i am really going to miss my kitchen next year" and my washing machine for that matter. It has been a "fun" week. We'll leave it at that. And so, as i am watching Conan O'Brien and his "if they mated" skit, i laugh, and ponder more about next year. I graduate in a year, a year after i am supposed to. Whoever invented the fifth year senior was amazing and incredibly stupid at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;I love golf, but played horrible today. I went to driving range today, and got reminded that you have to have a collared shirt even on the driving range at Jimmie Austin. What! Who ever heard of that. I hit like 1 good shot, so who cares about collars. I need more practice.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so those are the thoughts of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-114387098229936533?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/114387098229936533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=114387098229936533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114387098229936533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114387098229936533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/03/thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-114131256089037510</id><published>2006-03-02T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:16:00.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/1600/March_Madness_Banner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/320/March_Madness_Banner1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of my favorite times of the year, March Madness. No i am not talking about the latest string of illness going around the preschool, but sickness that IS an addiction to college basketball. Since i am temporarily unable to participate in any basketball, to watch it is the next best thing. I am looking forwrd to watching OU make it to the second round, J.J. Redick hitting shots from everywhere on the court, and Texas getting beat in the first round. Oh man, i love college basketball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-114131256089037510?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/114131256089037510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=114131256089037510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114131256089037510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114131256089037510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-time-baby.html' title='It&apos;s time baby!!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-114049798942654496</id><published>2006-02-20T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:59:49.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me updating</title><content type='html'>Update. Any questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i have been contemplating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faith in God vs. Faith in my concept of God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My propensity for desertion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much I hate crutches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deontological ethics vs. telological ethics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;other life complications...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If anyone wants an elaboration of any of these, except for anything to do with crutches, tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-114049798942654496?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/114049798942654496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=114049798942654496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114049798942654496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/114049798942654496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-me-updating.html' title='This is me updating'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113927765732643138</id><published>2006-02-06T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:00:57.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last couple of days have been pretty rough. My knee has been hurting and i have been kinda sick from my pain meds. Despite all this, there have been some things that have helped. Here is a list of those things that have been really encouraging the past couple days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tons of Text Messages from People&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People calling to check on me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One particular call involving numerous little kids....most encouraging thing that day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mom that was willing to take care of me at a moments notice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan Hay stopping by to see me on saturday afternoon...in bixby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roommates that are continually checking on me to make sure im ok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People coming over and playing video games or just chillin with me in my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People taking me to valu-foods and wal-mart to get some&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rides sense i cant drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just a few of the things i can think of. There have been alot more things people have done. Even though i hurt...its good to know that there are people who care about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113927765732643138?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113927765732643138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113927765732643138' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113927765732643138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113927765732643138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-couple-of-days-have-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113899917011003039</id><published>2006-02-03T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:41:27.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/1600/chondral-defect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/320/chondral-defect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had surgery yesterday. My knee hurts. I have my knee is this crazy excercise machine. I am on pain meds. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113899917011003039?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113899917011003039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113899917011003039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113899917011003039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113899917011003039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and Today...'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113859847825469629</id><published>2006-01-29T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:21:18.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update finally!</title><content type='html'>Recap of lately (things that have been going on)....:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knee surgery is thursday morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am officially on the top 10 most hated men at OU list (not really...but if there was one i would probably be on it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out I AM actually on track to graduate...YAY!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still dont have class Monday, Wednesday, or Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is Good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113859847825469629?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113859847825469629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113859847825469629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113859847825469629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113859847825469629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/01/update-finally.html' title='Update finally!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113710591039833582</id><published>2006-01-12T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:45:10.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's been a rough couple of weeks. I heard this song on the radio and it reminded me of God's faithfulness, amongst other things.  God's is turning me around in circles, and i am struggling so hard to just follow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the fear of God that led me to you&lt;br /&gt;And it's the fear of you that takes getting used to&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one to hang my heart on a thread&lt;br /&gt;But you spun me around and you loved me instead&lt;br /&gt;I know I could turn to something other than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I don't understand you and why you're after me&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the saint you wanted me to turn to&lt;br /&gt;And I can't see the view from the eyes you look at me through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cut below the surface and try hard not to notice&lt;br /&gt;That I could be so foolish thinkin' I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I've got no one to hold me, I've got no one to carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside of me that I won't let you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm Alright" by Jars of Clay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113710591039833582?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113710591039833582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113710591039833582' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113710591039833582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113710591039833582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-rough-couple-of-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113592135206885704</id><published>2005-12-29T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:02:46.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So...the last couple of days I...:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched the entire Season 1 of&lt;em&gt; Lost.&lt;/em&gt; Tues-Thurs, 24 episodes, around 22 hours, it was awesome...i am totally addicted. I need to catch up on season 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played frisbee golf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Fight Night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;exciting week...i need to get out more...maybe some more frisbee golf...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jumpandyell/1097400304_sktoplocke.jpg" border="0" alt="Locke"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Locke.  A mystery within a mystery.  You're&lt;br&gt;a fountain of backgammon trivia and an expert&lt;br&gt;with knives.  You might like pina coladas and&lt;br&gt;definitely like getting caught in the rain.&lt;br&gt;You prefer keeping to yourself mostly, but&lt;br&gt;you'll tell your secrets to the right person.&lt;br&gt;Are you evil?  Your accompanying soundtrack&lt;br&gt;sure is sinister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jumpandyell/quizzes/Which%20Lost%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; Which Lost Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113592135206885704?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113592135206885704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113592135206885704' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113592135206885704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113592135206885704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-lost.html' title='I&apos;m lost...'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113548263917079355</id><published>2005-12-24T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:50:39.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A festivus for the rest of us...</title><content type='html'>So last night me and my crew celebrated festivus. In case you dont know what festivus is check out Seinfeld. It was fun...we just sat around, played video games (Fight Night is the coolest game ever), ate pizza, and then finished it off with Christmas Vacation. All in all, it was a great festivus...except when we attempted the feats of strength, my father said it was time for him and my mom to go to dinner. That stinks because the feats of strength cannot be demonstrated without the head of the household...so that canceled that. &lt;br /&gt;Then came today, it rained all day long...which cancelled the first annual Christmas Eve Frisbee Golf Classic, 54 holes of pure endurance and strength at 3 different courses around tulsa. Me and the guys had been gearing up for it the past 2 days by playing (I won both days and was favored going into the classic). There is always next year. So yeah...tomorrow is christmas. Yay!! So...does anyone read this stuff anyways...question mark. Have a great Christmas Eve and Festivus!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113548263917079355?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113548263917079355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113548263917079355' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113548263917079355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113548263917079355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/12/festivus-for-rest-of-us.html' title='A festivus for the rest of us...'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113514012495937813</id><published>2005-12-20T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:56:53.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia</title><content type='html'>So I watched &lt;em&gt;Narnia&lt;/em&gt; again the other night and it was awesome. I has been sooo long since I read the books (I am going to read them again over break) that the movie is a good refresher. I especially enjoy that goofy dwarf that gets shot and screams "eehhhhh". Hilarious!! Anyways, a couple things just stood out to me this last time that I overlooked or breezed over the first time. Some of these are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)The blatant story of Salvation of course, but...the depth C.S. Lewis went to describe it. The whole significance of the stone table in the story. When the stone table breaks two things I thought. "man, this is like when the veil was ripped in the temple."  But then the whole conversation of the true meaning of the Law and it hit me. The Old Covenant being broken because of the sacrifice. I thought it was pretty cool to think about.&lt;br /&gt;2.)Again at the stone table, it was two women, sisters, who attended to Jesus when he died. Whatta ya know, two sisters were with Aslan.&lt;br /&gt;3.)The irony in their royal titles &lt;em&gt;Peter the Magnificent, Susan the Gentle, Edmund the Just, and Lucy the Valiant&lt;/em&gt;. It seems to me that each one is kinda the opposite of traits that each one showed throughout the movie. Peter's uncertainity and desire to avoid things; Susan's bluntness and tendency to "speak" her mind; Edmund's selfishness; Lucy's vastness of emotions (crying to laughing to crying), I mean she is like 8 yrs old...she is not meant to be brave. Its funny, Aslan saw past all that and saw their potential. He saw what they could be. Hmmm, kind of like Jesus with us. Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats all for now. If you would like more insights...let me know.&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of Christmas...check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/transam57/lights.wmv"&gt;Some sweet music and christmas lights...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Trans Siberian Orchestra!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113514012495937813?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113514012495937813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113514012495937813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113514012495937813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113514012495937813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/12/narnia.html' title='Narnia'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113419540964889982</id><published>2005-12-09T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:16:49.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the stars!!</title><content type='html'>I first preface this post with an announcement...in case your speakers arent on, my blog is now enhanced...so turn up the sounds!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I went to the switchfoot concert tonight. It was awesome!! Lifehouse and Howie Day were also there...they were both great. Anyways, I got to talking to a friend of mine there about our trips to Africa. I was so cool to here...I love africa! Anyways, we has talked for like 20 mins when the topic of being able to see the stars came up. I love the stars...(seems I love everything tonight). One of my favorite things is just to sit and look at the stars. In the summer time, i will just go outside at my house and gaze, i live in the country, so i can see a fair amount of stars. However, when i was in Africa, it brought a whole new meaning to star gazing. There was too many to count, it was amazing. To think God created all of those stars blew me away. Its interesting that when you take away all the distractions, all the lights and glamour of our lives, the comfortability, the "noise", how much clearer things become. When i was in Africa, there was very little distracting me from seeing those stars. A new perspective on what "stars" were had occured. Then as if God speaking to me, about 45 mins later switchfoot played "stars". Things have been a little rought lately. It has been really hard to concentrate and really see things God's way. It was soo cool to hear God speak you know. Its so easy to focus on things that dont seem to matter. To only see the distractions, and then fall into distraction. But when you take away everything, and your vision is clear, it amazing to see Who God is, and what he is doing in your life. I was blown away. I really was able to see myself, a reflection of Christ in me. Maybe you should try just looking at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I've been the problem &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the one to blame &lt;br /&gt;But even when I turn it off and blame myself &lt;br /&gt;The outcome feels the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin' maybe I've been partly cloudy &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the chance of rain &lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm overcast and maybe &lt;br /&gt;All my luck's washed down the drain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin' 'bout everyone, everyone you look so lonely &lt;br /&gt;But when I look at the stars, &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars &lt;br /&gt;I see someone else &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, the stars &lt;br /&gt;I feel like myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars looking at our planet, &lt;br /&gt;Watching entropy and pain &lt;br /&gt;And maybe startin' to wonder &lt;br /&gt;How the chaos in our lives could pass as sane &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin' 'bout the meaning of resistance &lt;br /&gt;Of a hope beyond our own &lt;br /&gt;And suddenly the infinite and penitent &lt;br /&gt;Began to look like home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin' 'bout everyone, everyone you look so empty &lt;br /&gt;But when I look at the stars, &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars &lt;br /&gt;I see someone else &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, the stars &lt;br /&gt;I feel like myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, everyone you feel so lonely &lt;br /&gt;Everyone, ya everyone you feel so empty &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars &lt;br /&gt;I feel like myself &lt;br /&gt;When I look at the stars, the stars &lt;br /&gt;I see someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Switchfoot "Stars"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113419540964889982?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113419540964889982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113419540964889982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113419540964889982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113419540964889982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-stars.html' title='I love the stars!!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113399297961468571</id><published>2005-12-07T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:03:01.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My soul waits in silence for God only; From Him is my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation, My stronghold; I shall not be greatly shaken. How long will you assail a man, That you may murder him, all of you, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence? They have counseled only to thrust him down from his high position; They delight in falsehood; They bless with their mouth, But inwardly they curse. Selah. My soul, wait in silence for God only, For my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, My stronghold; I shall not be shaken. On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God. Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. Selah. Men of low degree are only vanity and men of rank are a lie; In the balances they go up; They are together lighter than breath. Do not trust in oppression And do not vainly hope in robbery; If riches increase, do not set your heart upon them. Once God has spoken; Twice I have heard this: That power belongs to God; And lovingkindness is Yours, O Lord, For You recompense a man according to his work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 62.1-12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113399297961468571?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113399297961468571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113399297961468571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113399297961468571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113399297961468571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-soul-waits-in-silence-for-god-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113338948502018874</id><published>2005-11-30T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:24:45.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Blog</title><content type='html'>My blog is officially one year old today. Soo, i will summarize the last year of my blog. &lt;br /&gt;1.)Christmas lights are sweet, Christmas music is lame...(unless it is Trans-Siberian Orchestra).&lt;br /&gt;2.)Random pictures are always funny.&lt;br /&gt;3.)I have still yet to beat the Powell's in DDR...but I will...&lt;br /&gt;4.)I hate popped collars!&lt;br /&gt;5.)"You need to update!!" I am told this constantly. I forget sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wont forget to update today...it Blog Birthday. Cake and ice cream later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113338948502018874?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113338948502018874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113338948502018874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113338948502018874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113338948502018874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-to-my-blog.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Blog'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113263278406932105</id><published>2005-11-21T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:41:31.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on crutches...figuratively of course.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/1600/crutches.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/320/crutches.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a crutch? A crutch is a device used for assistance or support; a prop. I hate crutches so to speak. I have had a couple of instances on crutches. Not my most pleasant of memories. When I was little, I thought that they were fun and somewhat cool. They were a toy to me. Then I grew older and realized the pain involved with crutches. How much easier life was without the crutches, how much more freedom I had. Why all this talk of crutches and why I hate them? I found out today that my knee is in alot worst shape than orginally thought. I will spare the details, but they arent pretty. The recovery time is expected to be extended, which means, I will probably be on crutches for awhile. (Pray I don't because I hate crutches). Anyways, the very thought of being on crutches just kinda bums me out. Not to mention the other stuff that comes with another knee surgery (potenially, nothing is absolutely certain yet...but there is a very good chance). The things I hated most about crutches were 1)The immobililty and 2) The stir craziness. First, the immobility just is annoying. You cant do anything, everywhere you go takes more time. Life slows down. Not to mention, while life is flying by...you have to watch (I hate watching). Second is the stir craziness. It just bugs the fire out of me not to be able to move, to compete, to particpate. And having to be in one spot (thank you ADD) drives me crazy. The cause of this all just happens to be that I love sports. I can't just not play or participate, thats not me. So there is no amount of scolding (by parents, doctors, friends) that can get me to give 'em up. I will play through the pain, and endure whatever the consequences because it is something I enjoy, and something I care about. If i care about something, I wont give it up easily. And then come the crutches again. Long drives from Tulsa provoke thought. And as I think, I realize how dependent I am. How dependent I am on certain areas of life. How much empasis I put on certain areas of my life that in retrospect seem so insignigicant. How often I will "lean" on certain things as an outlet. Over this semester God as been gradually elimating my spiritual crutches. The things that I rely on to help me stand, and keep me from falling. The things that hold me up under my own strength. Crutches only help to prolong a person's own strength. And God has been taking those things away, making me stand under my own strength. Which is scary, because I dont have the strength. Then bam, it goes to God. I have to rely more and more on Him. Not on the crutches that I have made. My spiritual crutches are the same as literal ones. At first, it's kinda scary to let go of them, even though they may be hurting you; making you tired. They may be causing you to be immobile and cause you to just watch life as it goes by. But when you let go, you find freedom. You find a whole new world, and a new found thankfulness that they are gone. The hardest part is the uncertainty...will I stumble and make a fool of myself, or will I take a chance and try to walk without them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused, but God knows what He is doing. I'm frustrated, but God knows what He is doing. I'm thankful that God knows what He is doing. I can't forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I stumble, what if I fall?&lt;br /&gt;What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?&lt;br /&gt;Will the love continue when my walk becomes a crawl?&lt;br /&gt;What if I stumble, and what if I fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113263278406932105?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113263278406932105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113263278406932105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113263278406932105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113263278406932105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-on-crutchesfiguratively-of-course.html' title='I&apos;m on crutches...figuratively of course.'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113234308137652162</id><published>2005-11-18T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:44:41.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>I saw the newest Harry Potter movie last night, first showing. It was alot of fun with some really really cool people. The movie was pretty good...im a bit confused, maybe i should read the books....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/HRHcrazy1/1079554070_fredgeorge.gif" border="0" alt="you are fred or george they are pranksters and extremley funny they want money and dont have a lot of it i love them it wouldnt be hogwarts without them"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are fred or geroge they are pranksters and&lt;br&gt;extremley funny they want money they dont have&lt;br&gt;a lot of it i love them it wouldnt be hogwarts&lt;br&gt;without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/HRHcrazy1/quizzes/which%20harry%20potter%20character%20are%20you%3F(with%20pics%207%20results)/"&gt; which harry potter character are you?(with pics 7 results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113234308137652162?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113234308137652162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113234308137652162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113234308137652162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113234308137652162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113224705030179744</id><published>2005-11-17T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:04:10.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the world...one kid at a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/1600/captain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/320/captain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was Jenny Van Dyck's birthday party, which was really fun by the way. Anyways, Dave and I got the task of kidnapping Jenny. So as we dawned our panty hose (over our heads) that we bought awkwardly at value foods, we proceeded to "kidnap" Jenny. It was fun. When we stuck her in my car, Dave and I proceeded to act creepy, however, such comments as, "hmm...this is Beck's Car" (yay for new car smell) and "Dave, quit talking in that creepy voice" we proceeded to stop the charade and talk normally. This was fun and we talked about things like favorite birthday and christmas memories. This got me thinking about something...my favorite pair of christmas pajamas. Man, they were sweet. They we.....my Captain Planer pajamas. They were awesome, and had captain planet on the front telling me to save the enviroment. Man, Captain Planet was the man. This lead to futher thought. What are some ways we can change the world? I propose the next global initative. The motto, "Changing the world one high five at a time". Think about it, lifes changes, hunger eliminated, peace established, all because of the power of the High Five. Its a glorious thing. Lets do it! Give someone you know today a high five to let them know you are down, and you care about them. So, in honor of Captain Planet and his efforts to save the world, i dedicate today's post to him. "Cap-tain Planet, He's a hero, gonna take pollution down to zero..." "When our powers combine...i am captain planet"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113224705030179744?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113224705030179744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113224705030179744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113224705030179744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113224705030179744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/11/saving-worldone-kid-at-time.html' title='Saving the world...one kid at a time.'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113208343231761171</id><published>2005-11-15T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:37:12.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ever said third time is a charm is full of it!!</title><content type='html'>I found yesterday that i have to have my third surgery on my knee. The third time is definitely not a charm. This is just a summary of how stuff is going lately. I have always had an interest in pirates...maybe now is my chance. At this point, i just want a peg leg. That would be awesome. Peg legs are hilarious. My cousin has an amputated leg, and when he was 10 i took him trick-or-treating. His dad totally hooked him up with a sweet peg leg. He was the best pirate i have ever seen for halloween. Anyways, knee surgeries stink!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113208343231761171?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113208343231761171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113208343231761171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113208343231761171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113208343231761171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-ever-said-third-time-is-charm-is.html' title='Who ever said third time is a charm is full of it!!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113191267530214365</id><published>2005-11-13T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:28:06.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend to heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the dawn, If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea, Even there Your hand will lead me, And Your right hand will lay hold of me. If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me, And the light around me will be night," Even the darkness is not dark to You, And the night is as bright as the day. Darkness and light are alike to You. For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother's womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. &lt;br /&gt;Psalms 139.7-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have been listening to this song lately. It's By Jason Morant and its called "Love Song". The reference for the song is above, and it is so fitting for right now. I dont know how many times i think i can hide from God. Last semester I read this book with a dear friend of mine called the "Attributes of God Vol. 1" by A.W. Tozer. It was amazing, some of the concepts are so hard to grasp. Just thinking about how Infinite God is, and how Intricate He is. How Immense and Good, Just and Merciful, Graceful and Immanent, Holy and Perfect...and how I am not any of those. Realizing that whatever my problem is, I don't need to worry because He is above all things. He walked on water and calmed a storm,...and my doubt deceives me into believing He can't deliver me through. My faith is so weak. My pride causes me to attempt life on my own, but thats not possible. He created me, and He knows me and my problems. He sees my unworthiness and my sin, yet still desires fellowship. He will deliver me through whatever, whenever...however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 139.17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Song by Jason Morant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I go, where can I run from You&lt;br /&gt;You’re everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You know all my thoughts, You see through my ways&lt;br /&gt;And still You come to me&lt;br /&gt;So, I sing a love song to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Heaven above, on earth down beneath&lt;br /&gt;Your love rains down on me&lt;br /&gt;You know all my thoughts, You see through my skin&lt;br /&gt;And still You come to me&lt;br /&gt;So, I sing a love song to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk on waves&lt;br /&gt;You run with clouds&lt;br /&gt;You paint the sky for me to see&lt;br /&gt;Your majesty, Your majesty is why I sing&lt;br /&gt;This is a love song to You, This is a love song to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life’s a love song to You&lt;br /&gt;You know my life’s a love song to You&lt;br /&gt;My life’s a love song to You&lt;br /&gt;My life’s a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me and know my anxious thoughts; And see if there be any hurtful way in me, And lead me in the everlasting way. &lt;br /&gt;Psalms 139.23-24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113191267530214365?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113191267530214365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113191267530214365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113191267530214365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113191267530214365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-song.html' title='A Love Song'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113160160543953125</id><published>2005-11-09T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:48:24.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were a book....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/reflectedgrace/1036812660_ktopromans.gif" border="0" alt="You Are Romans"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Romans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/reflectedgrace/quizzes/Which%20book%20of%20the%20Bible%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; Which book of the Bible are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113160160543953125?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113160160543953125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113160160543953125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113160160543953125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113160160543953125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-i-were-book.html' title='If i were a book....'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113096974248290515</id><published>2005-11-02T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:15:44.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno what to call this</title><content type='html'>My sister wrote this for her english class or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My Number One Fan Daniel&lt;br /&gt; Daniel, my older brother, is an amazing guy inside and out. He’s never let me down in any way. When I was down and out about my cousin having cancer, he talked me through it. He prayed and gave me a sense of comfort just talking to him on the phone. He takes care of me, even though we’re over two-hundred miles away from each other. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing, he’s always looking out for me. Now, my brother may not be the best looking guy in the world, but he’s got the biggest heart. He puts everyone before himself. If someone doesn’t have enough money to buy themselves something to eat, my brother will give them what they need. He went to Africa on a mission’s trip, and came back with only the clothes on his back. He gave the tribe they stayed with, all of his clothes. My brother is also a very strong Christian. He is very active with the University of Oklahoma’s Baptist Student Union. He traveled to Chicago over this past summer for another Mission’s Trip. If it weren’t for my brother’s strong walk with God, then I don’t know where I’d be. All I know is he helps lost souls everyday. I love my brother because he never lets me down; he will do anything for me, just as I would do anything for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister. I almost cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113096974248290515?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113096974248290515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113096974248290515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113096974248290515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113096974248290515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dunno-what-to-call-this.html' title='I dunno what to call this'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-113022172671845609</id><published>2005-10-25T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:11:12.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: He's expecting...!?</title><content type='html'>Now for Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;A quote if you will: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Though our feelings come and go, His love for us does not. It is not wearied by our sins, or our indifference; and therefore, it is quite relentless in its determination that we shall be cured of those sins, at whatever cost to us,...at whatever cost to Him."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-C.S. Lewis-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control. It is a pride thing. We want control of our lives. We want to say, i have a grasp on what is going on around me. We base our whole lives around control. Our "rights" derive from this urge for control; our entitlement or expectations if you will. Everyone is expecting something, or feels entitled to something. If this wasnt true, everyone would get along. We want what we want when we want it. So what does this have to do with letting go? Everything. I was listening to a friend of mine speak and he said something profound. "God isn't going to rip you off" What!? Who thinks that God is a con-artist? Me. Not by my words or thoughts, but by my actions. By my very actions i am saying i know better than God. That I know what's best, and I am capable of determining what is better. My failure to give up control has turned me into a skeptic, labeling the almighty creator of the universe as one who wants to take advantage of me. Like a little boy with a magnifing glass, and me his ant. That is so untrue. When we relinquish control, we acknowledge that God can do it better, that God knows best. This is hard because we put so much effort into things, afraid that we might lose them. Afraid that things will change. Afraid that things aren't right. Jobs, ministry, relationships; we know what we want, afraid that what God wants for us isnt what we want, and that it wont be as good. Never once does it cross our mind that God has wonderful things in store for us. And God isn't going to disappoint if we follow him, what God has for us is better. Do get me wrong, what we want may be what God wants. Our ultimate goal in life is to glorify God, and through that, to get to a point in our walk where our will coincides with God's will. Where they are one. But we should never be afraid. Afraid of change; afraid to lose; afraid of others; afraid of the future, of what will happen next. God has a plan, and God will provide and protect according to his will, because He loves us, and He knows us. God ultimately is in control, and He knows what is best. We just have to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;em&gt;but just as it is written, "Things Which eye has not seen, and ear has not heard, and which have not entered the heart of man, all that God has prepared for those who love Him." 1 Corinthians 2.9&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;em&gt;Unless the Lord builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the Lord guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, To retire late, To eat the bread of painful labors; For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep. Psalm 127.1-2&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-113022172671845609?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/113022172671845609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=113022172671845609' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113022172671845609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/113022172671845609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/10/part-2-hes-expecting.html' title='Part 2: He&apos;s expecting...!?'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-112984489587714654</id><published>2005-10-20T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:48:15.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliffhanger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/1600/cliffhanger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4043/681/200/cliffhanger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone remember that movie cliffhanger with Sly Stallone...yeah, me neither. Anyways, there is this part at the beginning that sort of sets up the whole movie. Sly and his friend or something are of "cliffhanging" or whatever. Long story short, the friend's carabiner breaks, and he begins to fall into this deep chasm. Sly so bravely grabs him by the hand, holds on tight, and... Anyways, i was thinking, why do people hold so tightly to things. They grasp onto whatever they can, and refuse to let go. Why? What is it about the world that makes us what to hold on tight? And why do we refuse to let go? Thats it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...look for part 2 of this post soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-112984489587714654?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/112984489587714654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=112984489587714654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/112984489587714654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/112984489587714654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/10/cliffhanger.html' title='Cliffhanger'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-112860331479398310</id><published>2005-10-06T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:55:14.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Addicted to Mountain Dew</title><content type='html'>So i was thinking the other day about how much i love mountain dew. If i had to rank my favorite beverages, Mountain Dew would be numero uno (senseless spanish) with coffee, sweet tea, and rootbeer and cream soda to round out the top 5, not necessarily it that order. However, the more i got to thinking about it, the more i began to realize how bad mountain dew is for you. It has like twice the amount of sugar and caffeine as other carbonated beverages. It kinda bummed me out. I love mountain dew, i am addicted to mountain dew. It bad for me i know, but it's like i can stop drinking it. Then it hit me...i really dont want to stop drinking it. I enjoy it, i have always enjoyed it. It doesnt pose an immediate threat right now, so i can quit later. And it hit, mountain dew is like sin. It have become accustomed to it. We look at sin as something bad that we do, never realizing that in most circumstances, we enjoy our sin. We feed out flesh because it gives us pleasure. We dont want to stop drinking it, even though we know that it is bad for us and may kill us. Sin is sweet, tastes good, but in the end, it just going to leave us more thirsty. If we derive our pleasure from something that is going to just leave us more thirsty, that will never satisfy us, that will never quench us, then why bother. Because we like it. Water on the other hand. It isnt sweet, its plain. You look at most (and i emphasize most) water, and it is clear. Nothing appealing about it. Its abundant, we dont have to pay for it. You can go just about anywhere and get water somewhere. Water satisfies, it quenches. It never leaves a sticky feeling in the mouth, or a burning as it goes down. It refreshes whoever drinks it. Jesus is our water. "but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life." Matthew 4.14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "River of Life"&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: TBA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-112860331479398310?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/112860331479398310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=112860331479398310' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/112860331479398310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/112860331479398310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-addicted-to-mountain-dew.html' title='I&apos;m Addicted to Mountain Dew'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-112838644174457263</id><published>2005-10-03T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:41:10.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of the Matter</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demand, i update. Man, it has been so long since i have updated i have no idea what to say. I really dont have that much going on. So...its has been an interesting weekend. I dont know why, but it has been. It started out with finding a out that some people i care about very much are having issues. One of them hates where she is at, and is lonely and homesick. The other is someone who has had some rough times, and she just needs love. I found she had to have a knife taken out of her hand because she was going to cut herself. I dont know what to say, i love both these girls very much. It got me thinking about how much i can't due about the matter. I have tendencies to think that I can control situations, so this is hard for me, 1) i cant be there, 2) i dont know what to say to them. Then it hit me, it not about what i say to them, it letting them know that I love them and am here for them. Showing them that no matter what, i will be there for them, just as my heavenly father is there for me. It not about fixing problems, but fixing the heart. Man, i need my heart fixed. I look at my life and say, "If i was only this, or only that. If i had this..." But all is stupidness, nothing matters except the heart, and that it is in line with God. Its hard. God, fix my heart to look more like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "Omaha" by Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: " Get right to the heart of matters, its the heart that matters more."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-112838644174457263?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/112838644174457263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=112838644174457263' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/112838644174457263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/112838644174457263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/10/heart-of-matter.html' title='Heart of the Matter'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-112004548910423307</id><published>2005-06-29T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T06:44:49.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop-Ice and Banana Smoothies</title><content type='html'>Hey all, sorry i havent posted in awhile. Here's the scoop. We have been eating pop-ice here like crazy. I heard that 2 years ago, that pop-ice was all the rage in phoenix...well if there was anything to rip off of Pro Pho, its pop-ice. Did i ever know the implications...we are all addicted. Anyways, its pretty hot...and really humid, but its ok. We played the most amazing game of Capture the Flag on sat. night. We filled up just under 600 water balloons and played all over campus...btw, only around 20 of us played and we used all the water balloons. Those suckers would not break for the life of me. Anyways, it was awesome, i got ate up by mosquitcs, crawled througn the woods, punched by erin rex (everyone is soooo competitive...go figure ell). Anyways, lots happening around here, it was a long, interesting week...but God is slowly pulling me through, and getting me through some issues. Also...praise Jesus, we got internet into out rooms. Amazing!!! Keep up the good work, and cant to see all this weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "Stayin Alive" - The BeeGees&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "The Rasberry Truffle Temptation cake is a cake for those who really arent into chocolate." Megan Traynor...as i am making the sales pitch to the manager of a restaruant tuesday about some cakes. What was she talking about...a rasberry truffle cake made with 2 layers of Chocolate Ice cream...with chocolate shaving mixed in, and a rich chocolate fudge ganache over the whole cake...basically...the whole thing is chocolate. Hilarious...Coldstone is hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-112004548910423307?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/112004548910423307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=112004548910423307' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/112004548910423307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/112004548910423307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/06/pop-ice-and-banana-smoothies.html' title='Pop-Ice and Banana Smoothies'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111854665584612229</id><published>2005-06-11T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:24:27.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the water go?</title><content type='html'>So yeah...the water main broke underneath the apartments last night. It was interesting cause there is all this water just sittin around. So we get up this morning and what happens...the parking lot is swelling. Dan Hay calls like 45 mins after we left volkman to tell us to come back and move our cars. The college was afraid that there might be a sink hole under the parking alot. Hilarious!! Anyways, so we walked around on the "squishy" pavement (scary and fun) and then we chilled. We played a wicked game of softball today, where there was like 10 home runs, thad alone had 3, he's awesome. I had one that was really really far...in fact...we lost that ball (sorry adam). Today was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111854665584612229?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111854665584612229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111854665584612229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111854665584612229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111854665584612229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-did-water-go.html' title='Where did the water go?'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111846172720066164</id><published>2005-06-10T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:48:47.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a job!!!</title><content type='html'>God is sooooo great!!! He gave me an awesome job. I was hired at Coldstone to do basic store stuff in the morning...and marketing in the afternoons. It is the coolest job ever!!!I love it...especially cause i get to know the inner workings at coldstone. Anyways, so much stuff is happening...the project is rockin, my room is hot, and i go to the coolest urban church in Chi-Town. Our sister group through us a fiesta...so my group has to step up. Its fun...except i am very weary of what is refered to as the "group date". Its seems a little weary...but i dunno. We'll see. Anyways...to some up...I got a job, everyone rocks, and i need sleep!!! Later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111846172720066164?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111846172720066164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111846172720066164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111846172720066164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111846172720066164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-job.html' title='I have a job!!!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111806898523205822</id><published>2005-06-06T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T09:43:05.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job...Where?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i am going to be a senior at the university of Oklahoma, got a 30 on my ACT and graduated HS rather effortlessly...so why am I getting turned down to work in places plie McDonalds, Arby's, and Wendy's. I was told by a manager at McDonalds that i would not find a job all summer. I hate looking for jobs, this is the most stretching thing ever. It is humbling to think i was "over-qualified" to work at some of these places, and now...i would jump at a chance to work there. I need a job. I have never felt so unqualified for anything as i do now. I wish i had a job, i wish i had a job, i wish i had a job. Please pray for all of us that still need jobs. I think the total is like 15 people have jobs. That leaves 35 jobless. Pray for humility for everyone...especially us leaders. This is already stretching me to my limits...and i have been here 2 wks, 7 more to go. I need to go...i should be looking for a job right now. So...Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111806898523205822?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111806898523205822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111806898523205822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111806898523205822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111806898523205822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/06/jobwhere.html' title='Job...Where?'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111635045780690984</id><published>2005-05-17T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:21:39.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images//Card_Palpatine.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111635045780690984?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111635045780690984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111635045780690984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111635045780690984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111635045780690984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-character.html' title='Star Wars Character'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111633724318790045</id><published>2005-05-17T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:40:43.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the wisest team around</title><content type='html'>So yeah, yesterday i got by wisdom teeth taken out. Worst day ever...it took all day for the bleeding to stop. I had to lay down all day.....and I COULDNT TALK ALL DAY. I nearly went insane. It was totally horrible...on a brighter note, i had a ton of friends check up on me. One of my friends even came by to see me and brought me some Ice Cream. I was totally awesome. Anyways...Wisdom Teeth....nay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111633724318790045?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111633724318790045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111633724318790045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111633724318790045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111633724318790045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-wisest-team-around.html' title='I have the wisest team around'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111205512519556992</id><published>2005-03-28T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:31:28.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love big trucks and I can not lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love big trucks. There is just something about driving a truck in oklahoma. It is just awesome, except for one thing. As many people know, trucks are a very thirsty vehicle. They drink gas as fast as you can give it to them. I filled up my truck the other day with gas...and it cost $54.00...not from empty. The time before that, it was on E, and it cost me over $60.00 to fill up. OUTRAGEOUS!!!! These gas prices will not stand with me. I hate it. So i propose 2 things to raise awareness.&lt;br /&gt;1) We drill in alaska to get lots of oil. High gas prices are just bad for business, and alaska has lots of oil just waiting for us...ask Amy or Kristen Adkinson.&lt;br /&gt;2) We change the gas gauges on all our cars to this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/gasgauge.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a 10 gallon tank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is very fitting and it really helps alot. I am working on the patent and petitioning General Motors as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "I Hate Consequences" - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Happy Birthday!!!!" - Megan Traynor, as she ran down the stairs to greet Kelly Daniel, as we were looking at her engagement ring. It was not her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Congratulations to Adam and Kelly on the engagement!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111205512519556992?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111205512519556992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111205512519556992' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111205512519556992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111205512519556992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-big-trucks-and-i-can-not-lie.html' title='I love big trucks and I can not lie.'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111195641400938107</id><published>2005-03-27T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:46:54.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everyone. Let us all remember the reason for today....easter egg hunts. I mean seriously, what would easter be without little easter eggs, hidden throughout, for us to find. It is like a spring christmas/halloween mix. You get so much candy, it hurts. Ahh.....but....dont forget the fact that Christ died to save us all. And when it comes down to it...painted eggs and candy really dont suffice. Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111195641400938107?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111195641400938107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111195641400938107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111195641400938107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111195641400938107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111188238416726932</id><published>2005-03-26T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:43:38.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid New Fads</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate...this new fad where guys wear the polo shirts and "pop" the collar. I went to the mall today to get a new hat and maybe buy an easter shirt. Everywhere i went i saw these high school guys walking around with thier little collars popped like they were so cool. I just wanted to tell them...popping your collar is stupid. Ahhh, and the same high school guys are bringing this ridiculous fad to Norman as freshman. It's a travesty...so, in an effort to raise collar awareness, no pun intended, i will give a brief history of the collar. The first collared shirt was worn by the prime minister of indochina in the early 2nd century. This was to hide sores on his neck he had received due a snake bite. Centuries later a new fashion would emerge, the necktie. The necktie was originally developed as a sweat rag for those working in the rice patties. Eventually, this trend made it's way to the young prince of the province. The prince saw this as a new fashion statement, and began to were a necktie as a status symbol. This quickly spread among the Chinese elite. With the silk road in full swing, the fashion quickly spread throughout asia, and into europe. With a new european twist, the necktie and collar took on a new shape, the heart of this change being in what is now France. French soldiers, always wanting to be stylish while in battle, wore silk neckties into battle. Neopolian thought this would bring unity among his troops. After waterloo, the rest of europe saw the necktie as a sign of weakness, and the necktie and collar fell out of fashion. Until the late early 1900's when the members new york's rich elite began fashions small pieces of cloth into "bows" after the loss of a bet to their wives. This resulted into what is now called the "bowtie". Anyways, this fad slowly spread among the midwest, with a few modifications by the wealthy oil barons. But with the onset of the great depression, bowties and neckties became so expensive, that few care to wear them, and alas, once again declined. With the onset of the "Free Love" movement, not only did the necktie diminish, but the collar to was lost. People saw the collar as a form of restriction, and seemed to rise up against those who wore collared shirts. This was just another way they sought seperation from the rest of society. In mass collared shirt rallies, these "collies" if you will began burning mass quanities of collared shirts as a sign of protest. This was truly tramatic for those who loved the collar. Then in early '71, the collar came back, even bigger than ever. With the onset of leisure suits, polyester and disco, the collar was back, and bigger than ever. Eventually after a decade of huge ties, and crazy collars, and comprise was reached in the '85. And the collar and necktie has been continued to be refined to this day. So you can see, this popped collar is just another form of persecution against us who are collar loyalists. So please...save the collars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "Collide" - Skillet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111188238416726932?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111188238416726932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111188238416726932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111188238416726932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111188238416726932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/03/stupid-new-fads.html' title='Stupid New Fads'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-111039388447998431</id><published>2005-03-09T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:44:44.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day Ever....maybe</title><content type='html'>So....i havent posted in awhile. I usually dont have anything to say anymore, but...Yesterday was the worst day ever...maybe. I was good to begin with, then just went downhill until about 9:00 last night. Thats when i got back onto the studying train (choo choo) /hanging with some friends. They really cheered me up. Why was yesterday so bad you might ask? Because it just was...and...i am really swamped this week, got told some news by friends and family that i didnt really want to hear, and...i am starting to get sick the week before spring break. However, it is getting better, one test down, one test, 3 memo/letter rough drafts, and a quiz to go...yippee. Today, is alright so far, still in a pretty crummy mood, and feeling kinda sick, but i will survive. It will have to take a broken leg, to keep me off the slopes next week, I am so excited. There is definitely one thing that has cheered me up the last couple of days...for those of you who like kittens/cats check this out...(this is not a cat spinning on a ceiling fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~latinwolf7/kitties.html"&gt;http://home.earthlink.net/~latinwolf7/kitties.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "Let Me Go" - 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I am so excited, this week is almost halfway over" - Beth Powell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-111039388447998431?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/111039388447998431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=111039388447998431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111039388447998431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/111039388447998431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/03/worst-day-evermaybe_09.html' title='Worst Day Ever....maybe'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110732814279049575</id><published>2005-02-02T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T01:09:02.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doot Doot Doot Do Do Doot Doot Doot...</title><content type='html'>So yeah, tonight was a great night. Before e-group we had our first IM basketball game...and we tore it up. We won 40-25, and 728W score 25 combined points...David scored 17. Anyways, it was awesome, and "We've got Heart" will prevail. Then we had e-group, and that was awesome. And then...after e-groups we played DDR (Dance Dance Revolution). Now, i had never played this game before, and always laughed at those who did. But, after playing it, i am addicted. I enjoy techno music anyways, so that was a plus...but i am not very good. By the end of the night, i mean we played for like 2 hours, i was doing a little better, but everyone else was awesome. The stinkin Powells  were awesome...(sidenote, my number 4 on my list of goals, is to beat them all, cause they are DDR machines), nick was awesome (of course it is his game) and my RA jim is amazing. I will beat you all!!! i am determined (however in like a week, i probably wont like this game anymore...soo...). Anyways, I realized that DDR is a good workout, and i need a little bit of work on eye-foot coordination and my hearing. All in all, it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I think he just asked me on a date...did he just ask me on a date" -Anon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "Days Go By" -Dirty Vegas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110732814279049575?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110732814279049575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110732814279049575' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110732814279049575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110732814279049575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/02/doot-doot-doot-do-do-doot-doot-doot.html' title='Doot Doot Doot Do Do Doot Doot Doot...'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110715048046135801</id><published>2005-01-30T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:48:00.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Cobbler and Movies </title><content type='html'>So it has been a while since I last posted, and alot has happened since, but nothing of importance. So anyways, last weekend we went on our MT retreat. It was so much fun, we got to play games, and play with Josiah and all kinds of great stuff, it was awesome. One of the coolest things about the retreat was me and David made some fruit cobbler. Allegedly this the best cobbler some of the girls had ever eaten, which really helped to inflate my ego. So, in an effort to play the whole cobbler thing into the dirt, me and david went over to the compound to eat dinner and make cobbler on friday night. I was fun, we had spagetti and meatballs, and of course cobbler and ice cream. We play some songs, and watched "The Village". It was a fun time, however, after the movie we decided to watch a movie, a being that it was just me and david, and jenny and allison, what movie is picked..."A Walk to Remember". Of course, i got through half the movie, and had to go...thank heavens. But i am so OCD that i had to put myself through the anguish and watching the second half. Let me just say, the music was good...and that is all i will say about that. Anyways, sappy love movies dont rank very high on my list. If you want a full review, let know, i would be happy to give you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day - Stryper    "Soldiers Under Command"&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day - "I hate this game, the girls always cheat. They are such cheaters." -Guess Who, and in what context (5 to anyone who guesses the right context)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110715048046135801?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110715048046135801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110715048046135801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110715048046135801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110715048046135801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2005/01/fruit-cobbler-and-movies.html' title='Fruit Cobbler and Movies '/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110307825609581702</id><published>2004-12-14T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:37:36.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and Me...watching them...</title><content type='html'>So this has been about the most interesting finals week ever. Yesterday, i had a final in the morning, and nothing the rest of the day. Today, I had nothing all day, except studying a little bit. However, yesterday, and a little today, i watched "The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly" and I have to agree with David, Clint Eastwood is the man. I officially want to be like Clint Eastwood in an old time western. Now, back to reality, i found out today that the final i thought was at 1:30 tomorrow, is at 8:00 am. I am so excited...psyche!!! I hate 8:00 am finals, and having to take tomorrows bumps my 8:00 am final count up to 3, which is 2 more than any normal human should bare. Anyways, i need to study, because studying is what gives you the edge you need to fail with dignity. Alright...i am out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "There are to kinds of people in this world, those with guns, and those who dig....you dig." -Clint Eastwood-&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "Nobody" -Robert Randolph and the Family Band-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110307825609581702?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110307825609581702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110307825609581702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110307825609581702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110307825609581702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-bad-and-mewatching-them.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and Me...watching them...'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110296532514965751</id><published>2004-12-13T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T15:57:15.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night movies and 8 am. finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like every other year I have been here at the University of Oklahoma, the night before my 8 am final, i go see a movie, usually a late night movie. Last night was no different. In past years, i was usually in line at 11:15ish or so waiting to get into the theatre, trying to cram and make productive use of my time. Last night however was a little different, a little weaker. Instead of the midnight showing of a 3 hr long movie, i went to the 9:35 showing of Ocean's 12, which a smidgeon over 2 hrs. All in all, the movie was ok, except i almost got broadsided by a car going to faster than any car ever should in a movie parking lot. The funniest part about the whole night was this, if you have seen Ocean's 11 then you know about the little chinese guy in it. Well, we have our own little asian, who promptly translated every word spoken by him during the movie...since he didnt speak any english. Then there was Tom, who translated a little french spoken in the movie...and I...translated english. It was a hard job, but someone had to do it. So, I got back, tried to study, and fell asleep learning about heterochrony. A full night, for a full final at 8 am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of finals week, a motivation picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="381" src="http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/demotivators_limitations.jpg" width="544" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor little guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the Day: "Bond movies would have so much better without all that sex." -K-Lai- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dont let Lindsay dictate how you smell." Jenny VanDyck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "Rocketship" -Guster-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110296532514965751?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110296532514965751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110296532514965751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110296532514965751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110296532514965751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/12/late-night-movies-and-8-am-finals.html' title='Late night movies and 8 am. finals.'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110281104538999648</id><published>2004-12-11T17:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:47:00.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/2495/1024/Chickasha%20Christmas%20Lights%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/2495/320/Chickasha%20Christmas%20Lights%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From underneath the Christmas Tree...i feel like somebody's present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110281104538999648?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110281104538999648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110281104538999648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110281104538999648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110281104538999648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/12/from-underneath-christmas-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110281095908741919</id><published>2004-12-11T17:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:46:39.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/2495/1024/Chickasha%20Christmas%20Lights%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/2495/320/Chickasha%20Christmas%20Lights%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110281095908741919?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110281095908741919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110281095908741919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110281095908741919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110281095908741919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110280960979812236</id><published>2004-12-11T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:46:08.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning and Spinning, and Spinning and....ugh!</title><content type='html'>Last night a big group of us went to the &lt;em&gt;Chickasha Festival of Lights&lt;/em&gt;. It was alot of fun, the best part of course was the lights. However, having to sit and listen to girls in out group talk about how cool the "engagement" bridge was kinda put a damper on some moments of the night. The crowning moment of our trip had to be the big, light, christmas tree. If you have never been to Chickasha, they basically have this big pole, which is probably 200-250 ft high. They take strings of lights and make a christmas tree out of it. The cool thing is you can go underneath and look up at the lights around you, its really cool. But, the coolest thing is the tradition that comes with it. When you go you are supposed to get underneath, look up, and spin around. How long? It varies, but the whole thing is pretty psychadelic. Then, you look down, and try to run around the pole on the cement "walkway". That is the most entertaining part. People will spin around, then try to run and just fall down...simply hilarious. Anyways, me, and tim, and some other guys continually decided to increase the time we spun, from 30 seconds, to 1 min, to 1 1/2 mins, to 2 mins. That was a really bad idea. I fell down each time (from about 1 min and up) and wiped out pretty bad. I almost hit a pole one time, another time i hit this girl who was with her boyfriend, another I knocked over Brian Biggs as he was running into me, and i fell into the bushes. Overall, very fun...but it was with me the whole night. I had a really bad headache all night after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: " If Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston ever had kids, they would be the cutest kids ever. They could probably sell them on e-bay." -Allison Powell-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the Day: "Little Victories" Matt Nathanson&lt;br /&gt;"Collide" Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110280960979812236?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110280960979812236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110280960979812236' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110280960979812236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110280960979812236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/12/spinning-and-spinning-and-spinning.html' title='Spinning and Spinning, and Spinning and....ugh!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110266437929895225</id><published>2004-12-10T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:39:39.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/2495/1024/Santa%20Rosa%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/2495/320/Santa%20Rosa%20017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not the sweetest car ever? I love it!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110266437929895225?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110266437929895225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110266437929895225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110266437929895225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110266437929895225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/12/is-this-not-sweetest-car-ever-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110266373833594164</id><published>2004-12-10T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T01:56:33.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The true meaning of Christmas is what....christmas parties? I dont think so!!!</title><content type='html'>So i havent posted in awhile, sorry. Anyways, it seems that a lot has gone on lately. First, we had our MT Christmas party on wednesday night, and i was amazing. We got the Kelseys a digital camera, and we got Joe Max some sweet gifts too, especially the camo pajamas (they are stinkin' sweet). So yeah, that was fun, i gave a copy of "The Boz", which is former OU great Brian Bosworth's autobiography. I dont know exactly how good the book is, but the picture on the front is hilarious. Alas, the person who got it, decided he didnt want it, so i got it back...yesssss! I also had my first finals of this years finals "week" which is actually like two weeks. It was my invertebrate paleontology lab final. It was hard, i had to identify around 20 hand samples, giving phylum, class, and order; in some cases sub-class and sub-order. If that wasnt enough, i had to anwser 25 questions and an essay question. Needless to say.........I HATE FOSSILS! And tonight was Christmas Vespers, yay! It is when the freshman put on vespers. It was great! They did such a great jorb. It was stinkin hilarious, the skits were great, and the music was good too, not to mention the MC's were funny too. After that I went and played basketball, and man did I get schooled by the &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt; i was guarding, or lack thereof. It was still fun though. Anyways, this has been a good week for the most part, and only one more week for christmas break. Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;em&gt;Big Love&lt;/em&gt; ---------&gt; Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Women are good for two things, cooking and cleaning. However, i still live in fear of them, why is that?" -a guy I know-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110266373833594164?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110266373833594164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110266373833594164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110266373833594164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110266373833594164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/12/true-meaning-of-christmas-is.html' title='The true meaning of Christmas is what....christmas parties? I dont think so!!!'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110196512665378400</id><published>2004-12-01T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:25:26.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day!?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, today is wednesday...I love/hate wednesdays. Wednesdays are great from 5:30 am -8:15 am. That is my slot assigned to Men's Frat...everything after just plain stinks. Class, class, class, break, class, lab. It is so long, oh well. So today was totally horrible, i got bad news for some of my grades, i didnt know anything on my stupid fossil quiz, and it just seemed like everything was going wrong. It was just one of those days. But...when you dont have class tomorrow, things start looking better. I do have some stuff to work on, but that will get better. In response to my roommate...Matt Leinart is a C-H-U-M-P! In case you can't spell, that says CHUMP!!!! Sure, he is good, but you cant base an entire team's performance on a quarterback. The QB is an important position, but it not a reflection of the team. Yeah, KSU and LSU beat us, but what were there final rankings, compared to Cal's. Yeah, that is what i thought. J-White for Heisman all the way baby. And OU will dominate in the orange bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110196512665378400?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110196512665378400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110196512665378400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110196512665378400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110196512665378400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/12/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day!?'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110187180500038892</id><published>2004-11-30T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T00:21:56.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Christmas...Christmas music on the other hand...not so much.</title><content type='html'>Christmas is such a great time of year...especially when thanksgiving isnt even over!!! Gosh!! I mean Christmas is so over played now, its like when go from halloween straight to christmas we are missing a little something. What brings this about, well...tonight we had our e-group christmas party, which was awesome. But my dislike for christmas music and the failure for snow inside our TV lounge put a damper on my christmas spirit. All in all, it was a good night, i got a sweet homemade flower that is awesome and some terrific cookies. Anyways, this week is looking really wierd, since i have to go home and judge a drama contest on saturday morning, and i have my personal webpage, built from scratch, due on monday. Not going to be fun, however, i have no class on thursday what so ever...Yay!!! Alright, i am off to sarkeys to stare at fossils for the next couple of hours...I hate fossils!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "I am not going to walk into the caf by myself and go around asking, [in a wimpy little kid voice] "can I sit with you". I am too cool for that." - Chris Young&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: "Wonderwall" Ryan Adams version (written by Oasis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110187180500038892?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110187180500038892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110187180500038892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110187180500038892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110187180500038892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-love-christmaschristmas-music-on.html' title='I Love Christmas...Christmas music on the other hand...not so much.'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110178834474018352</id><published>2004-11-29T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:19:04.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/2495/1024/Stromatolite.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/2495/320/Stromatolite.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think rocks...well...rock!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110178834474018352?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110178834474018352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110178834474018352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110178834474018352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110178834474018352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-think-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386839.post-110178871214922729</id><published>2004-11-29T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:27:39.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks...giving?</title><content type='html'>So I finally gave in and created a blog... i was bored. Oh well!!! So i had a great thanksgiving, food, family, and lots of Halo 2! It was good amidst numerous problems that shall remain unsaid, and a ton of homework. So yeah, i am totally ready for the end of the semester, buts ok...now for some random pictures. In closing:&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day, "Give me a gun so I can kill something" - My friend Dave&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day - La Grange-ZZ Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9386839-110178871214922729?l=heyitsbeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/feeds/110178871214922729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9386839&amp;postID=110178871214922729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110178871214922729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9386839/posts/default/110178871214922729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyitsbeck.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanks...giving?'/><author><name>Beck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037730383364706878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://students.ou.edu/B/Daniel.J.Beck-1/mini-beck.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
