tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114038532011-04-21T10:42:20.708-07:00This is a place for the bigger questions in life, such as, "Can dogs look up?" or "Is there anywhere in America that serves both Pepsi <i>and</i> Coke?" Join me in my healf-hearted, apathetic attempt to investigate these issues that keep even the brightest minds in bondage.Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1142209459354767792006-03-12T16:22:00.000-08:002006-03-12T16:24:19.370-08:00

"I sensed an innocent envy from the guys. We wished they could join us, and they wished likewise, but school and work owned their youth. Trips like ours are greener grass left unknown for fear of believing trite sayings, sayings that are sometimes true. But theirs is an existence under the weight and awareness of time, a place we are slowly escaping, a world growing fainter by the hour and the

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I created a slideshow of some of my favorite memories. I figured this was a good way for you all to get to know me a little better. I hope you enjoy these tidbits of my life!SLIDESHOW!!!

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I made it through a Christian college with a 70% female student body without getting married. Whether that was an accomplishment or the biggest mistake of my life has yet to be determined, but at this point I am very happily unmarried.Since graduating from Westmont, I have been invited to over a dozen weddings for people around my age. Last week I went to a Corban College basketball game and was

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1135704376849450442005-12-27T09:26:00.000-08:002005-12-27T09:26:16.860-08:00

I had three months worth of persuasion ammunition to unleash, but I didn’t need it. In fact, I first mentioned the proposal right after Thanksgiving, in hopes of having a definite response by the end of February. On December 23, Jason called me while I was on the road to Seattle and told me he’s in. We’re heading out to Europe this summer for a three month backpacking excursion. Our departure and

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1131686898893465042005-11-10T21:25:00.000-08:002005-11-10T21:28:18.913-08:00

The following is an excerpt from a phone conversation I had three days ago. The conversation didn’t consist of much more than this:Me: I had a good time hanging out with you.Her: I did too.Me: I want to hang out with you again.Her: Yea, that would be great.Me: When are you available next?Her: I’m pretty busy. Maybe this weekend… but I’m not really sure.Me: Ok.Her: I’ll call you when I find

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1131511297032924652005-11-08T20:40:00.000-08:002005-11-08T20:41:37.086-08:00

I'm on the far right. I was really small back then.

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"I'm always afraid that someone's going to arrest me for something stupid like murder."-Cookie

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This blog was inspired by Don Miller's "Through Painted Deserts" (Nelson Books Publishing, 2005). If you are not familiar with Miller's writing, I recommend starting with this book or "Blue Like Jazz"I’m taking a blog break from humor. Don’t worry; the break is only temporary, maybe just one entry, and is inspired by my friend Kristin Flores.Kristin did something recently I have come to believe

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1127939866960596372005-09-28T13:36:00.000-07:002005-09-28T13:37:46.970-07:00

I am thinking of changing my name to Bob Loblaw.

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It has been over a month since I last wrote a blog. A few people have been on my case over that fact – yes, you bloggers that blog biweekly, living your bloggity lives in a cyber bloggity world, spreading emoticons on tagboards nation wide. Well, I am here to tell you all that no blog from me is good news. The meaning is two-fold: 1) my blogs never (or rarely) contain good news, and 2) if I haven

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The RA Guys (left to right): Me, Jeremiah, Joel, Scott and Rob.It was one year ago, on August 11, that Scott passed away. I was debating if I wanted to post anything. I miss the guy, just as everyone else does that knew him at Westmont, but reminiscing no longer makes me sad. In fact, it often makes me laugh. Scott had a great sense of humor and was an amazingly dedicated friend. We had some fun

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1123438033943682832005-08-07T11:07:00.000-07:002005-08-07T11:07:13.970-07:00

One year after my knee surgery I am sitting at the top of Mt. Scott - the highest peak overlooking Crater Lake.

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1123191328308939802005-08-04T14:34:00.000-07:002005-08-04T14:40:49.990-07:00

Obviously, I’m stealing my title from the popular dating bible, “He’s Just Not That Into You” and I’m adding one more blog to the 48,854 that already exist. Oh well. Most guys criticize that book, but I think it is right-on, for the most part, and it can go both ways. I admit responsibility for actions that have led to a few girls’ ice cream binges. I’ve also been on the other side. One girl made

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**I posted this to my Myspace account and decided to post it here, too, for everyone's enjoyment.All my life I dreamt of being popular. Actually, I always wanted to be “socially desirable” – it means the same thing but sounds sexier. In middle school and the first-half of high school I was too shy. In college I was too involved. Now I am older and it doesn’t matter. Or, should I say, it didn’t

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1120966263369125772005-07-09T20:30:00.000-07:002005-07-09T20:31:03.380-07:00

I went into work three hours late on Friday to drive up to Music Millennium in Portland to get exclusive Jason Mraz tickets. Mraz opened for Alanis Morissette Friday night and, directly afterwards, put on a free show at Music Millennium. The small-venued concert was limited to only 150 people.Mraz played for a little over an hour. He opend with "Zero Percent," one of my favorites. The set list

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My fans are upset – all five of them (well, at last count it was five; I may have lost some). They are upset at the large time gaps between entries. Let me clarify a few things:1) I do not blog (verb). I write blogs (noun). Yes, dictionary.com does define “blog” as both a verb and noun. However, it also defines it as “typically updated daily,” which is far from what I do.2) I write all

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1118424452277184292005-06-10T10:20:00.000-07:002005-06-10T10:52:08.606-07:00

Star Wars virginity: For 23 years and 2 months I was a Star Wars virgin - having never seen a single one of those movies. With the release of this newest film, Star Wars was all over the television, media and a hot conversation topic. I saw signs soliciting the movie and magazines with pictures drawing me deeper into a new realm, calling to me like the sirens with an irresistible cry. The

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1115146390492220102005-05-03T11:52:00.000-07:002005-05-03T11:53:10.493-07:00

I’m $316 poorer today. I was pulled over in February on my way to work and received a citation for “failure to yield to school bus lights” with a fee of $427. I pled not guilty and made my first trip to traffic court. I lost. The officer’s statement was not completely accurate and I made the appropriate corrections, however the judge said yellow lights mean stop and I should have done just that.

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1113339165439001192005-04-12T13:50:00.000-07:002005-04-13T11:19:24.363-07:00

It has been 18 days since my last post. I spent a week down and out with strep throat. The white, pussy spots in the back of my throat were really gross, just incase you wanted to know. In that week I did absolutely nothing! Well, I spent a lot of time at my favorite online casino – pokerroom.com – and did win a nice $70. But that is beside the point and so is everything else I just wrote.I have

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1111810428912962172005-03-25T20:13:00.000-08:002005-03-25T20:34:24.286-08:00

Me in NYC, Times Square - New Years Eve 2003The time has come to introduce myself to those who "accidently" found my blog and are now hooked - addicted if you will - to what I have to say, er write. My name is Quinn Burke and I reside in the beautiful state of Oregon (born and raised). I am a graduate of Westmont College (class of '04) in Santa Barbara, CA with degrees in Psychology and Religious

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1111792874334566742005-03-25T15:14:00.000-08:002005-03-28T12:05:12.856-08:00

My last blog intended to communicate the diversity of the church – we are a motley crew, “God’s clowns.” And I used the Toby Keith song as an illustration of what the church kind of looks like – we’ve got winners, we’ve got losers, we have hookers and boozers and all are welcome, come as you are. Together we are a family; I hope that point came across clearly.Have you ever heard the hymn, “They’

Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02372236467814200097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403853.post-1111095376410370172005-03-17T13:25:00.000-08:002005-03-17T13:36:16.423-08:00

I think we are weird. St. Francis of Assisi and his followers called themselves “God’s clowns” and I think they were right, we are. We are a motley crew (not the rock band) made up of black, white, brown, poor, rich, fat, skinny, tall, short, prosperous, persecuted, liberal, conservative etc. etc. etc. people. Together, we are a “family,” a “body;” we are the Church, God’s holy people.While

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I think I have been in love. In fact, I think I think have been in love 1.75 times. I was strongly infatuated with a girl I dated for about 16 months (I give that .5 points). I spent nearly 3 years waiting for and pursuing a girl that ended up falling for someone else (1.0) and after that I became “twitterpated” over a girl with a serious boyfriend (.25 more points). What makes things worse is I

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