<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Home on Og Maciel's Journal</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/tags/home/</link><description>Recent content in Home on Og Maciel's Journal</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://omaciel.github.io/tags/home/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Why Christmas Music Gets Me Every Time</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-28-why-christmas-music-gets-me-every-time/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-28-why-christmas-music-gets-me-every-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="https://omaciel.github.io/images/why-christmas-music-gets-me-every-cover.jpg" alt="Cover Image"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know it may sound weird to start talking about Christmas when Halloween hasn&amp;rsquo;t even come up yet. But last night, while my oldest daughter was making dinner, she put on a Christmas station on Pandora—and just like that, I was transported straight into my first Christmas memory.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I must have been maybe five or six. And when I say I &amp;ldquo;remember&amp;rdquo; it, I&amp;rsquo;m not 100% sure if it&amp;rsquo;s a real memory or something I pieced together from old photos—but it feels real. Someone dressed as Santa Claus came to our house. To this day I don&amp;rsquo;t know if it was my dad, a friend of his, or someone my parents hired—but &amp;ldquo;Santa&amp;rdquo; showed up. And to my absolute shock, I got a G.I. Joe dressed in full camouflage, &lt;em&gt;plus&lt;/em&gt; a yellow helicopter &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; a Jeep with some kind of weapon mounted in the back. This was the early 80s, so getting war-themed toys was totally normal. That&amp;rsquo;s the first Christmas I can truly recall.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Great Couch Debate (and Why My Office Survived)</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-21-the-great-couch-debate-and-why-my-office-survived/</link><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-21-the-great-couch-debate-and-why-my-office-survived/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="https://omaciel.github.io/images/the-great-couch-debate-and-why-my-office-survived.jpg" alt="Cover Image"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Over the weekend, my wife and I were talking about how good it would be to finally replace our old, beat-up couch in the living room. I don&amp;rsquo;t even remember where we originally got it—I just know we hated it from the very first day we assembled it. It&amp;rsquo;s too small, the back cushions are too soft, and if you lean back for more than twenty minutes, you end up pressed against the hard frame and needing a chiropractor. Most of the time we double up the cushions to make it usable, which also means there&amp;rsquo;s now a silent competition in our house: whoever grabs the extra cushion gets an additional twenty minutes of comfort.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>