<?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-3612805866070928016</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:44.976-05:00</updated><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Southern Reconstruction</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-2251578563327840731</id><published>2009-04-08T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:41:38.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/Sd1uNgmJSNI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pej9RDVJclo/s1600-h/metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322531512989075666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/Sd1uNgmJSNI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pej9RDVJclo/s320/metro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is just where I am in life...embarking on the new part of my journey. Alone in a barren subway, waiting to fill those empty seats with the people, possessions, and experiences that will ride along with me. Darkness looms outside, but a light is shining from within. There is little black or white; instead, many shades of gray abound. And then there's me, looking straight into the camera, saying..."I am ready"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-2251578563327840731?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/2251578563327840731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/2251578563327840731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/2251578563327840731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/Sd1uNgmJSNI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pej9RDVJclo/s72-c/metro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-8761657090314423535</id><published>2009-03-21T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:57:04.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Music Box: Adele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have yet to board the Adele train...you just don't know what you've been missing. The British songstress has taken the music world by storm, winning a Grammy for Best New Artist earlier this year. She is absolutely one that stands out in the endless sea of mediocrity in the music world these days. Her album, 19, immediately found itself in constant rotation in my CD player. Her soulful, soothing voice is the perfect complement to an album that is definitely all about the heart. This song, one of my favorites, is a remake of a Bob Dylan tune, &lt;em&gt;Make you Feel my Love. &lt;/em&gt;It's just classic Adele singing over a piano and strings. One thing I really like about this video is that she is singing live...now how many artists do that these days? Rihanna...never!!! Britney...please!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it! If you've ever felt the joys of love, Adele will remind of you of the power that love holds. After all, when you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love someone, you'll "go to the ends of the earth for you...to make you feel my love." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNZAs2BNlZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNZAs2BNlZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-8761657090314423535?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/8761657090314423535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-music-box-adele.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/8761657090314423535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/8761657090314423535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-music-box-adele.html' title='From the Music Box: Adele'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-5244052500781392280</id><published>2009-02-10T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:15:35.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting a Face on a Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The economic crisis our country currently faces has been nothing short of devastating. But it's so easy to get bogged down into all the numbers, like the millions of people who have lost their homes or the soaring rates of unemployment. While I was watching President Obama's town hall meeting in Fort Myers, Florida today, one particular instance gripped my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My family has not lost their home. I do not have a job to lose. But I feel as if I'm very aware of the difficulties that people are facing, especially since I'm becoming a job seeker as May 9 grows ever so closer. But I got an even grimmer dose of reality after watching this segment. Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="355" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_mOkZkRaPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_mOkZkRaPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see our President show that much sympathy to this struggling woman touched me in a very special way. And to think of all the 37 Republican senators who opposed the stimulus bill makes me cringe with disgust...because they don't mind spending billions upon billions of dollars investing in Iraq. It's way past time that we invest in our own country, and I'm so thankful that we have a President who plans to do just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-5244052500781392280?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/5244052500781392280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/02/putting-face-on-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/5244052500781392280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/5244052500781392280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/02/putting-face-on-number.html' title='Putting a Face on a Number'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-8688205863435683792</id><published>2009-02-10T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:47:36.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img5.travelblog.org/Photos/42209/195974/f/1459615-African-Sunrise-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://img5.travelblog.org/Photos/42209/195974/f/1459615-African-Sunrise-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Each night when I go to sleep, I die. And the next  morning when I wake up, I am reborn."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahatma Ghandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After an extensive break from blogging, I am picking up the posting a bit more regularly this time around (at least that's my intention). And I'm starting today with a simple quote from one of the most respected people in the our world's history and a personal favorite of mine, Ghandi. This quote above embodies a powerful principle for living an authentic, more fulfilled life.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do or what we encounter in a given day, we have the ability to leave it behind and start anew after we close our eyes that night. We are "reborn," given another chance to go out and do be a more productive and effective individual. There will always be moments when we wish for more hours in the day, but how many times do we sit around and waste the hours that we do have?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I will recommit myself to continually building the individual that I feel destined to become, and I will attempt to be the best "me" that I can be in  every second through each opportunity. What will you do with your "new life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-8688205863435683792?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/8688205863435683792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning-glories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/8688205863435683792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/8688205863435683792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning-glories.html' title='Morning Glories'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-2198828796900970678</id><published>2009-01-22T12:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:41:04.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shallownation.com/images/michelle-obama-jill-biden-2008-august-springfield-illinois-rally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://www.shallownation.com/images/michelle-obama-jill-biden-2008-august-springfield-illinois-rally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the midst of all the Inauguration madness (which I will blog about later), much has been made about our wonderful new First Lady. And rightfully so! But another woman has been catching my attention through all of this: the Second Lady, Dr. Jill Biden. First of all, have we EVER had a wife of the prez or vp with a doctorate??? But away from her professional accomplishments, she has led a pretty remarkable personal life. When four of her best friends were diagnosed with breast cancer in 1993, she established the Biden Breast Health Initiative. That included going to Deleware high schools and educating teenage girls on proper breast health. She has also earned two master's degrees while raising three children, two of which were not hers. As you probably know, Joe Biden's first wife and daughter were tragically killed in a car accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jill Biden seems to represent many middle class women. And while some may say that she's only representative of white women, I beg to differ. She herself was born into a working class family, much like Michelle, and began work as a waitress at the age of 15. She also quickly married and divorced while in college, characterized herself as "rebellious", and even did some modeling. This tells me that she is unlike the typical politician's trophy wife, born into money and groomed to be the "philanthropic" blonde bombshell. She taught public school for 13 years, including special work with emotionally disturbed students. Neither did she settle into the role of housewife; rather, her responsiblites as a mother only seemd to further her impact on her community. I hope that your average American woman can see that she is so much more like they are than the infamous Sexy Sarah. She has class, an education, and actual accomplishments, yet she has also made some questionable decisions just like many of us have. I also love her style. She's a wonderful example of a healthy, productive, and down to earth woman. And I like her a little more each time I see her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wowowow.com/files/11bd680b6eae8d847da18c23e6026a51/2009_0121_gettyimages_jillbiden_inauguration.jpg" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-2198828796900970678?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/2198828796900970678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-midst-of-all-inauguration-madness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/2198828796900970678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/2198828796900970678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-midst-of-all-inauguration-madness.html' title='The Second Lady'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-2651902895914509899</id><published>2009-01-04T21:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:41:14.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One.Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;"I reckon I'd get away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;Being you for a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;Oh, I wonder if I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;Put me in a box for a little while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;Tomorrow take me out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;Or am I already as lovely as you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;Are you in my window&lt;span class="lx-link-style3" style="border-bottom-color: blue;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; pane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;Looking back at me saying here I am,&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Over the past several days, I've  been spending most of my time  alone...something I haven't done in a pretty long time. While having that "me time" is essential to anyone's emotional well-being, I guess I wasn't quite prepared to deal with this. I spent the holidays with my family, New Year's with friends, and then returned to my empty house. My "significant other" is still away for the break, and it's been difficult being separated, seeing that we spend the majority of our time together.&lt;br /&gt;While I initially looked forward to having a few days to regroup and relax, something weird happened. It seems like I caught a severe case of the lonely heart blues. I was missing my friends in a major way, and my baby even more so. Since I felt so much physical separation from those that I love, it took me back to a time that threw me for a loop. Back to a time when I had yet to get a firm grasp on my identity...when I depended on those around me for self-identification and meaning. I was not ready for this one, folks! It's like it paralyzed me. I only moved from the couch to eat, shower, and go for the daily run. I was only thinking about my loved ones that weren't with me. I just felt emptiness. And that was something I hadn't felt in a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;To make a point with this post, it reminded me of how close I can be to falling. It's like it was a punch in the gut. And also a wake up call. Whenever we experience growth and maturation, it's easy to think that we'll never go back to that person that we once were. I also think that this was a result of not having the balance that I need from myself. But it reminded me that I'm not anywhere close to being where I need to be. Yes, I've grown and yes, I've done a lot to be proud about...but I'm still a work in progress. In some ways, I guess I've neglected that a bit lately. For me, I'm not yet disciplined enough to "take some time off" or take a break, because I'll let that break carry on longer than it's supposed to :)&lt;br /&gt;But I posted this song along with this blog because it describes exactly how I used to feel about myself, and the nostalgia that I unexpectedly encountered as previously mentioned. I remember how I would always look to other people and want what they had. I couldn't find much worth in anything I had to offer, as a result of never previously dealing with my insecurities and lacking a healthy self-image. But just like the song says, it wasn't until I really looked in the mirror and saw that all I thought I wanted was staring right back at me telling me that I really am beautiful. It's probably such a simple lesson that many of you learned, or maybe it isn't. But it took me a long time to finally see that. Even now sometimes I lose sight of that. But none of us can be anything other than ourselves...and that's what makes life so very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a clip by one of my favorites and a legend-in-the-making, Chrisette Michelle. She has not yet recorded this song, hence the abbreviated live version. But this short clip is all it takes for her to pull you in. This song is so pure, deep, and amazingly powerful. She takes me away every time I hear it, and always manages to make my eyes a little moist. She wrote this song just for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kT3-AwJ55E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kT3-AwJ55E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new,courier,monospace;font-size:12;" id="slly"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-2651902895914509899?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/2651902895914509899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/onefour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/2651902895914509899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/2651902895914509899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/onefour.html' title='One.Four'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-58393950816469442</id><published>2009-01-03T12:10:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:34:52.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's no Sister...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/January%2009/05bc8011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 500px;" src="http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/January%2009/05bc8011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this chic. She always manages to put a look together that is uniquely authentic yet super fabulous. She wore this stylish black and white dress with the Chanel basket woven boots as she hosted e New Year's Eve event in Miami. Solange easily made my list of top 10 people of 2008. If you haven't listened to her album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sol-Angel and the Hadley Street Dreams&lt;/span&gt;, you are missing out. It's completely retro as she takes you back to the Motown girl groups with a little vintage soul with hints of electronica. Although the album drops off a bit halfway through, it still remains a proud edition to my music box. Solange has set out to prove that she is "no sister, I'm just my God given name." Go ahead, Sol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special thanks to theybf.com for the pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-58393950816469442?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/58393950816469442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-no-sister.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/58393950816469442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/58393950816469442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-no-sister.html' title='She&apos;s no Sister...'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo126/theybf/January%2009/th_05bc8011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-3774836443253859899</id><published>2009-01-02T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:42:32.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotty Toddy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nmnathletics.com.edgesuite.net/pics24/800/SF/SFOCADDCRXQVRNS.20090102222229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.nmnathletics.com.edgesuite.net/pics24/800/SF/SFOCADDCRXQVRNS.20090102222229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know...a football post on this blog??? Today the Rebels crushed the Texas Tech Red Raiders 47-34 to capture the Cotton Bowl trophy! The 20th ranked Rebs handed Texas Tech, a team that was ranked as high as no. 2 in the country early in the season, only their second loss of the season. This season was such a turn around from previous years, as Ole Miss won only 3 games last year. Thanks to new coach Houston Nutt and an army of hard working players that believed they could win, Rebel fans were treated to one of the best seasons in recent history. They finish the season with a 9-4 record and a great shot at a top 10 ranking! I am so glad they finally good had a good season before I left :) Great job Rebels! You made our university proud, and you've been fun to watch all year. HOTTY TODDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My MVP of the game, Dexter McCluster. The junior all-purpose player kept the Rebel offense going as he finished with 97 yards rushing and 83 yards receiving with a touchdown. And he did it all looking pretty darn good with his very well-kept dreds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nmnathletics.com.edgesuite.net/pics11/800/SA/SASALQVBKFXMISI.20090102203739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 420px;" src="http://www.nmnathletics.com.edgesuite.net/pics11/800/SA/SASALQVBKFXMISI.20090102203739.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-3774836443253859899?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/3774836443253859899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/hotty-toddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/3774836443253859899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/3774836443253859899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/hotty-toddy.html' title='Hotty Toddy!!!'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-8752606608781721610</id><published>2009-01-01T21:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:11:56.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One.One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We dream of life playing in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;So please don't ever be afraid to shine&lt;br /&gt;Cause only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;What to make of these dreams sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But for tonight, let's just leave it all behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the first day of a new year has come and almost gone. This is supposed to be the time that I build off of what I spent so much of 2008 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reconstructing. &lt;/span&gt;It's time to leave all the fear, the insecurities, and all the shame behind. None of that has a place in 2009. This year will be full of firsts, and I've got to be able to bring myself fully to the table so that I can spread my wings and succeed. And only I am capable of doing this. I've been shown the pieces to the puzzle, and this year it's time that I start putting the puzzle together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop listening to The Foreign Exchange's album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave it All Behind &lt;/span&gt;(see previous post). It seems that no matter what my mood is, there's a message on each song that speaks to me. It's been picking me up, pushing me, and reassuring me that I've got this. Tonight has been one of those nights where I've felt down and it's tough to climb out, but this song was just what I needed to hear. I've been focusing a little to much on the negatives and the "what ifs," which is a little uncharacteristic for my optimistic self. But's its time to give life to the blueprint. I know what's there. And now it's my turn to build it. Life may be difficult, but one worth having won't always be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glaGq5pMFAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glaGq5pMFAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-8752606608781721610?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/8752606608781721610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/oneone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/8752606608781721610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/8752606608781721610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2009/01/oneone.html' title='One.One'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-4622548957804604962</id><published>2008-12-31T17:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:29:08.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: The Year That Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.backonyourfeet.com.au/img/img_btts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.backonyourfeet.com.au/img/img_btts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here taking in the last few hours of 2008, I can't help but think that this will be one of those years I always remember. And it won't be just because our country's political landscape was forever changed as Barack Obama was elected President, nor will it be because I turned the magic 2-1 and took my place in the land of legality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 will be a year that I'll always remember because of the personal milestones that it contained. I really don't even know where to begin to give an adequate description of how much I grew and evolved. But this past year, I became a man. In late 2007, I began my transformation physically. I shed some pounds, muscled up, completely adjusted my eating habits, and grew out the locks. I was happy with the new body, and the transformation turned inward. I knew that in order to become the man I wanted to be, I would have to be healthy not just physically, but mentally and spiritually as well. I wanted to live my best life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this year, I knew the person that I wanted to become, but I had no idea how to get there. As mentioned in my first blog post, I had to tear down so much of what was in my life that shouldn't be there (attitudes, insecurities, and ways of dealing) so that I could see what was most important: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. I had ignored my own voice for so long that I didn't even hear it anymore. My motor ran based on what my environment fed to it. My life essentially revolved around the people in it and what was happening to me. I was living a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reactionary &lt;/span&gt;life. I was also waging an internal battle that had been there for so long, I had become accustomed to it. It was a battle in my head...a battle that made me feel insecure, unworthy of love, and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this battle was a result of invalidation. Up until this year, I have never been able to authentically validate myself. Why you ask? Without going into too much detail (now that's a blog post within itself), I grew up feeling as if I could only present the part of myself that was acceptable. I always knew that I was different, but I felt that if I were to present the part of me that felt "different" then I would be rejected and cast down. So, I hid behind a big smile and an outgoing personality in order to compensate for the invalidation. It was my way of dealing with pain. The worst part of it, though, was that I began to lose myself in the process, because I became what I thought everyone else wanted me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in 2008, I tore down the fronts, the walls, and faced my insecurities for the first time in my life. Through countless hours of tears, introspection, soul searching, and frustration, I began to see something for the first time in my life. I am worthy of love. There is nothing about myself that I should have to hide because of the fear of rejection. I started listening to myself. I liked what I saw when I walked past the mirror. I also felt something for the first time in my life: confidence. Even more importantly, I now feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope &lt;/span&gt;that I can overcome this internal battle that I've struggled with all my life. Yes, for the first time in my life...I love who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel excitement when I think about the upcoming year. I'll be graduating and making a pretty big move as I set out to define my destiny. I also am excited because the relationships that were formed and strengthened in 2008 will carry into tomorrow. Noah may have his ARC, but I have my TJAGDCKM :) My life would be incomplete without the people who occupy my heart. The friends that were made (and the one that was taken to a new level, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Arnett) &lt;/span&gt;have profoundly impacted my life, and it feels so good to have these guys supporting me on my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, I am in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; :) When you really love somebody, there is nothing in this world that you can't face. It makes you feel on top of the world...like all you gotta do to fly is spread your wings. Love is the most important thing in my life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;are the most important thing in my life, and my 2008 would never have been what it was if you weren't there beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2008 closes, I will be with the people that I love. Although the key ingredient won't be there tonight, I cannot wait to see what 2009 has to bring. And I couldn't think of a better way to end this momentous year than smiling at what it was. I can't wait to build on what I finally found!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-4622548957804604962?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/4622548957804604962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/4622548957804604962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/4622548957804604962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-that-was.html' title='2008: The Year That Was'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-4494818006299516857</id><published>2008-12-30T22:30:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:22:28.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Minute: Leaving it All Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVr8toacxyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/plyDQ0z6TbQ/s1600-h/Foreign+Exchange+album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVr8toacxyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/plyDQ0z6TbQ/s320/Foreign+Exchange+album.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285814973545367330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps the BEST music that you haven't heard...or at least I've never heard of these guys. The Foreign Exchange, a hip-hop duo consisting of rapper Phonte Coleman and producer Nicolay, released &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave it All Behind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;in October, and what they did was leave behind all the watered down, banal r&amp;amp;b/hip hop artists in the process. I ran across this album on soulbounce.com, as they named this album as their Album of the Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I fell in love with the first listen. They are a little reminiscent of Erykah Badu in the way that they combine so many musical elements-funk, jazz, soul, r&amp;amp;b, alternative, hip hop, euro-into an amazingly smooth and cohesive sound. Their music is somewhat difficult to classify, but that's probably due to the fact this album defines what real, substance-filled r&amp;amp;b really is. None of that lust driven, "love in this club" shallow lyrics. This about has love at its core: one listen and you'll get a glimpse of what a real, adult relationship is about. This is definitely one of those albums that you pop in and just let play. They take risks; although there's a song or two that may borderline on boring, it's only because the music is so easy on the ear. The Foreign Exchange is "an earful of goodness," and you'll be glad if you check this dynamic duo out. It received 83 of 100 on metacritic.com and 4.5 stars by iTunes listeners. Most importantly (wink-wink), this album is Architectually Approved, and it will be the newest addition to my music box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out this video for the lead single from the album, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daykeeper&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Although it's not my favorite track from the album, it's a very sweet, mellow love song that takes you in through the purity and delicacy of their voices. The song features Muhsinah. Even better, the video takes it to another level. I love the use of lighting and colors: the lighting almost serves as the narrator, making the lyrics come to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCXNaV7CKig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCXNaV7CKig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-4494818006299516857?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/4494818006299516857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-minute-leaving-it-all-behind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/4494818006299516857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/4494818006299516857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-minute-leaving-it-all-behind.html' title='Music Minute: Leaving it All Behind'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVr8toacxyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/plyDQ0z6TbQ/s72-c/Foreign+Exchange+album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612805866070928016.post-6849697458537761281</id><published>2008-12-28T21:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:30:55.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blueprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You define your own life. Don't let other people write your script."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This simple yet powerful life principle, one of Oprah's 20 Things I Know for Sure, has become the central focus to my blueprint for an authentic, balanced life. When we free ourselves from the expectations and limits that others place on our individualism, we discover the peace and self confidence that comes from being our unique selves. I am learning that there is no magic "secret" or special formula in finding my place in this world. A very wise person once told me that the secret is that there is no secret! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been following several friend's blogs for the past few months. Now that I've finally devoted the time to making it happen, I've decided to join the blogosphere. The title, &lt;em&gt;Southern Reconstruction, &lt;/em&gt;has many meanings but I chose it mainly because it represents the stage my life currently occupies. On this path to authentic living, my life has been a complete constuction zone. Tearing down the excess and decay that doesn't belong, and slowly replacing it with sustainable building blocks that will withstand what this life has in store. I've had many amazing consultants and carpenters that have been there throughout this process and will continue to contribute to my life's projects, but there can only be one architect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Through this blog, I hope to share some of the tools, building materials, and aesthetics that help to complete my "blueprint." You'll see books, people, music, movies, art, cities, movements, and thoughts that are of significance to me. Blogging seems to be a new form of art. I hope that I create a piece that is the most authentic version of myself that I can. Nonetheless, it's all a part of my blueprint...and you are now entering my construction site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612805866070928016-6849697458537761281?l=southernreconstruction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/feeds/6849697458537761281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2008/12/blueprint.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/6849697458537761281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612805866070928016/posts/default/6849697458537761281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://southernreconstruction.blogspot.com/2008/12/blueprint.html' title='The Blueprint'/><author><name>The Architect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04808606148182119296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lugqGBkifpI/SVcDaWktn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ta5s7mMM0vw/S220/brant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
