<?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-3723690</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:11:46.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Schooled</title><subtitle type='html'>a journal of my adventure back to college to finish my degree</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-105916448886846576</id><published>2003-07-25T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:29:08.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Adventure BeginsI've begun a new blog.If you link me, or update your link to my new site, please send me a note atideolog-AT-gmail-DOT-comand I'll place your site under my "reciprocal links."On the new blog ("Honest To Blog") keep an eye out for updates to my personal web page, developments in the continuing epic of my getting-schooled, and regular (DV) articulations of occurrences and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/105916448886846576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/105916448886846576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105916448886846576' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-105711807897837854</id><published>2003-07-01T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T22:54:38.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The (next to) Last WordSo I’ve completed my Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy… only twelve years after graduating highschool.Trying to sum up my feelings about it all, I considered authoring a sort of valedictorian speech.  Alas, I was far from first in my class, and I don’t think I have the energy to compose it.  In brief, I’m unspeakably thankful to God for the mercy He has shown me in these (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/105711807897837854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/105711807897837854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105711807897837854' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-95972805</id><published>2003-06-24T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T01:36:50.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not That Anyone AskedActually, a friend at my parents' church did bring up the issue, and we briefly swapped opinions.  That's the kind of "home coming" I genuinely enjoy: "Hey, long-time-no-see. So, are you convinced by thus&amp;such an argument... what's your view on...?"Anyway, maybe you wonder why I am not an "exclusive" psalmist?Here's the basic argument.  And here's another statement on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/95972805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/95972805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95972805' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-95886200</id><published>2003-06-21T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T01:18:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Big Three-OhA few belated words here on turning thirty years old (as of the 3rd of May).Many a philosopher, from Pythagoras to Buddha and since, have held that true philosophy is "Meditation On Death."  Various church fathers picked up on the ancient theme and tried to emphasize its biblical import.Anyway, it has been my custom to visit a cemetery on my birthday and contemplate my own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/95886200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/95886200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95886200' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-95558361</id><published>2003-06-11T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T01:21:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comment t'aimes ces pommes?(how do you like them apples?)"Translating" various English idiomatic expressions into French has become a favorite passtime.Anyway...  here is a photo of my beginners class.  I am standing far left, all squinty-like.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/95558361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/95558361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95558361' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-94966368</id><published>2003-05-27T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T20:29:22.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vertiginous SlopesI'm in central-ish Quebec studying French via an immersion program at UQAC. The cognitive dissonance caused by immersion prevents me from saying much about my experiences here.  Generally, I'm in class every morning then doing various activities in the afternoon.  For instance, some afternoons I'm learning how to jig (la gigue)... the "quebecqois" version of Irish-type </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/94966368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/94966368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94966368' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-93282818</id><published>2003-04-26T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T00:47:28.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blast From The PastCleaning off my desk and packing up all my things... I found this note I remember scribbling down one very bitter evening."Here in Ancaster the snow comes down harshthe atmosphere is all dustforming a landscape of fine white sanda rippling desert of dunesin the relentless, biting wind.Plowing and shoveling is useless.Tracks and paths are covered in minutes.It is cold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/93282818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/93282818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93282818' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-93002532</id><published>2003-04-21T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T15:44:55.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dooyeweerdian Farmer With WebsiteI knew guys like this had to exist somewhere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/93002532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/93002532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93002532' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-92920602</id><published>2003-04-20T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T00:35:11.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking GlobalMy brother, Jeffrey, makes a very interesting website from Germany known to me... I'd like to make it known to you.  You want to know about Calvinism Worldwide?  They say: "reformed-online.net is a global internet information service and a platform for communication. reformed online welcomes Reformed Protestants worldwide to use its comprehensive and reliable collection. Its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/92920602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/92920602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92920602' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-92877732</id><published>2003-04-19T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T01:44:35.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Be Rash"In my heart there was a kind of fighting, that would not let me sleep... Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, when our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/92877732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/92877732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92877732' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-92321663</id><published>2003-04-09T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T18:17:36.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Power in a UnionStudents of Hamilton unite to advance the cause of International Christian Trade Unionism and Biblical social principles in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.  I was priveleged to work on the draft committee for the vision, mission statement, and principles.  Word on the street is that students in Alberta are also on the move.  Can't wait to see how things turn out there.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/92321663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/92321663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92321663' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-91869662</id><published>2003-04-02T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T16:58:11.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I Became An ImmortalThis is a sort of vainglorious way of announcing (James) Gordon Anderson's new web domain.Don't fail to check out my one and only "iconigraphication."  My mother does not find it flattering, but that's not the point (although I find it quite flattering).  Trust me, it looks like me.  Dad agrees anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/91869662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/91869662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91869662' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-91639957</id><published>2003-03-30T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T02:06:49.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Seerveld TouchI've got a new favorite word: Hineinlebenshaltung...perhaps more on that later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/91639957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/91639957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91639957' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-90482029</id><published>2003-03-10T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T23:05:00.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Story For YouWay back around the 15th - 22nd Feb. I had a "reading break."  As my sister was getting married, I went to my parents'.  Just when I thought heading south might entail relief from the frozen netherworld that is Canada, a meter of snow falls in Catonsville.  I spent two days digging them out (at a fair price), shoveling around 1800 cubit feet of snow at around 5 tons --or so my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/90482029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/90482029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90482029' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-89353711</id><published>2003-02-18T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T23:58:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The VoidThere's an eerily beautiful and simple tune composed and performed back-in-the-day by one of my brother's many highschool bands.  I don't know if I've got the lyrics quite right.  But sometimes this song comes to me with a chill, and I embrace the pain... let it wrap me like a shroud."...long snowy nightsand rumors --they callwaiting in fearfor your soul to falla runaway flees</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/89353711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/89353711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89353711' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-88667182</id><published>2003-02-06T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T16:40:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PresentationsIn my Intro to Theater course, we were assigned "production groups."  Our task is to hypothetically put on a full-scale production.  This includes budget considerations, etc.  We're putting on John Osborne's Luther.We also have a class presentation on "theater of the absurd," which we are doing as a theater of the absurd.  I hope this works.In my Asian Philosophy class I'll soon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/88667182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/88667182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88667182' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-87279345</id><published>2003-01-11T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T17:35:25.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Philosopher-KingCheck out Kingdomality.Yikes! This standardized test knows me too well.It's like a career-personality quiz, but for the Middle Ages.  It's what you "would have been" suited for.I am "...The Benevolent Ruler might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. You are the idealistic social dreamer. Your overriding goal is to solve the people problems of your world. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/87279345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/87279345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87279345' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-87278069</id><published>2003-01-11T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T17:19:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busman's HolidayThe semester ended, I took my exams, and I booked a room at Chez DeWaard in Hamilton.  My friend, Ian, is a fellow CLACer and I thoroughly enjoyed his hospitality and learning about his vocation and recent projects.On December 25th [articles and a sermon for your edification] I went to a friend's house and ate delicious food and drank her father's homemade wine.  On New Year's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/87278069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/87278069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87278069' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-85885774</id><published>2002-12-12T04:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T04:49:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rhymes and ReasonsTonight (this morning) it is foggy in Ancaster, Ontario.  I stepped out to have a smoke and the balmy air took me by surprise.  It took me back to Lookout Mountain where I first attended college.  This sort of transportation is a unique property of fog.  Foggy midnight is a kind of world between worlds for me.  The atmosphere is heavy with water, and my mind is saturated with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/85885774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/85885774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85885774' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-85224997</id><published>2002-11-28T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T16:22:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Rabbi, a Priest, and a Witch walk into a bar...This past weekend I attended the annual conference for the American Academy of Religion.  This is the major professional association for scholars in religious studies.  The annual meeting is like a church retreat where everyone doubts God's existence.  It was held at the convention center in Toronto.  I met my friend Scott, from Harrisburg, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/85224997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/85224997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85224997' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-84771541</id><published>2002-11-19T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T12:55:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Inevitable BlogEventually every blogger stops to reflect on the nature of blogging itself.  It's the obligatory poem about poetry.  We can't help it.  In the very act you discover so much more than you can ever hope to make sense of... or some nonsense like that.I've noticed that I blog an average of every ten to fifteen days.  Not as frequently as I would like.  But the fact is: my being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/84771541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/84771541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84771541' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-84250977</id><published>2002-11-08T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T17:26:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working-Class HeroThis week I interviewed with the Christian Labour Association of Canada.  My first assignment is to establish a student "support-local" on campus.  The intelligentsia are a crucial part of every revolution.I'm also involved in filmfest, our student film club.  There is a horrible lack of interest in real art among this homogenously "pop" student body.  We'll see if we can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/84250977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/84250977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84250977' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-83230641</id><published>2002-10-19T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T12:54:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is ReligionOn the 4th and 5th of October I attended a memorial academic conference in honor of H. Evan Runner.  You can read my Crown article about it.  It was wonderful to have met so many leaders in the Reformational movement, and to learn more about the life and work of Runner.  At the conference I met Gideon Strauss and we are now colaborating on the online zine "Neocalvinism Today" (I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/83230641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/83230641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83230641' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-82420528</id><published>2002-10-02T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T10:54:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Music ReturnsI think I’m past all the transition, adjustment, and culture shock.  Last night I fell asleep feeling giddy about being here and doing what I love best.  The sunlight of an academic environment has even got the long lost creative juices flowing again.  I had a song-writing dry spell for about seven years.  But it seems the poetry and melodies have returned.  Several nights ago </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/82420528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/82420528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82420528' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-82170333</id><published>2002-09-26T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T10:53:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Philosopher With A CauseLast week I got a 3 hour per week job with the Dooyeweerd Centre.  I am a sort of personal assistant to the director, although she already has two official assistants.  I am currently compiling a list of academic journals and periodicals, with contact info, relating to philosophy and law.  The secretarial work itself is perhaps trivial, but I'm terribly pleased to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/82170333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/82170333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82170333' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-81696651</id><published>2002-09-16T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T21:57:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AnniversariesAt the last minute I was offered space in the student paper to comment on the anniversary of 9/11.  The article is brief, and does not flow well.  But it does sum up my thinking on the matter. Do check out the rest of The Crown.  You may also consider Howard Phillips' comments.It is worth noting that today (Sunday sundown to Monday sundown) was the tenth day of the month of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/81696651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/81696651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81696651' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-81695328</id><published>2002-09-16T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T18:41:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Among the ChildrenI am 29 years old.  This makes me about a decade older than most of my fellow students.  Before coming here I worried that this would be a significant social obstacle.  I worried that the students would find me strange and out of touch.  I feared that they would consider me an outsider.  However, this isn't quite how my age has presented a problem.Instead, I am experiencing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/81695328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/81695328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81695328' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-81223765</id><published>2002-09-06T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T18:36:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye, HelloThe last Thursday in August I went out for a final drink with one of my brothers and two good friends.  My brother offerred a spontaneous good-bye speech, combining elements from Polonius and St. Paul.  Parting is indeed sweet sorrow.  Although I expect to see my friends and brother again before glory, it caused me to wonder about the nature of "farewells."  How can they be bitter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/81223765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/81223765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81223765' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-80811352</id><published>2002-08-28T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T09:30:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reflections on WorkLast night I was thinking about the kinds of jobs I’ve had over the years.  Lawn maintenance, child care, house painting and repair, language teaching, dishwashing, food delivery, cooking, office assistance, elementary school teaching, off-set printing, used-book sales, political activism, and coffee-making, to name a few.It is clear from certain Scriptures that --slave or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/80811352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/80811352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80811352' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-80680173</id><published>2002-08-25T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T00:23:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Different This TimeAt the party I was asked what I intend to do differently this time in college.  I confessed to having a list.  In many ways I'm in an advantageous position: returning to college with a bit more experience and maturity than when I entered the first time. So I count on making the most of this opportunity.  Now, some things on my list are trivial (e.g. use fitness facilities) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/80680173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/80680173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80680173' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723690.post-80619041</id><published>2002-08-23T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T00:24:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IntroductionTonight there is a birthday party for one of my housemates and a goodbye party for me.  Several friends are coming in from out of town. In a week I'll be leaving for Redeemer Univeristy College to finish my undergrad degree in philosophy.  That's the plan, D.V.  On this site you will find posts on my progress.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/80619041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3723690/posts/default/80619041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getschooled.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80619041' title=''/><author><name>Baus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15081376115291852909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DX3_KIy2hBI/SD41CuzNsQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/11-RCIbm_j8/S220/BausProfileJune08.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
