<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 01:25:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Stormwind: Personal Tangents</title><description>An ordinary journal 

&lt;br&gt;"We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust our sails." (unknown)</description><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1064</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7887791697915886508</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T20:47:28.730-07:00</atom:updated><title>Unconscious Mutterings week 339</title><atom:summary type='text'>I say and you think...Taxman ::  comethMaterial :: canvas, paint, fabric, ink, yarn, thread.... Format :: file File cabinet ::  digitalIgnore :: list Super! ::  fantasticFireproof ::  foam sprayBlockbuster ::  movieSnooper :: device, program, nosy neighborGood will ::  IndustriesWeekly word list can be found at  Unconscious Mutterings#</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/07/unconscious-mutterings-week-339.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4082423707528450907</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-28T21:06:20.781-07:00</atom:updated><title>Unconscious Mutterings week 335</title><atom:summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ? Guest :: host Impact :: huge (if you're thinking about something's impact, it's more likely to be large) Unplanned :: turn of events Tactic :: games Delayed :: developmental Bombastic ::  pompousComfort :: take it where you can find it Trumpet ::  My dad playedJoe :: AverageBudget :: California; try your hand at creating a California budget at Next 10Weekly word list</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/06/unconscious-mutterings-week-335.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8451897742061263703</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T18:38:26.745-07:00</atom:updated><title>"tell each other right now"</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time... It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other." ~ Leo F. Buscaglia I learned a couple of weeks ago that someone who had a very profound impact on my life and its direction, died a year ago. It was a shock. Despite what I have come to know about life and living, I guess I always thought I would have a chance to have one </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanted-perfect-ending.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-5202552209512994706</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T14:20:12.285-07:00</atom:updated><title>Unconscious Mutterings week 329</title><atom:summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ? Vex ::  frustrateRelapse :: symptoms, sadnessTwinkle :: star, glitterCrawls ::  into a cornerSome people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much, but you have to crawl into your wounds to discover where your fears are. Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin. Tori AmosOptimistic moment :: some stillCage :: resist </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconscious-mutterings-week-329.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8908707040582126163</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T16:47:30.903-07:00</atom:updated><title>Unconscious Mutterings Week 328</title><atom:summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ? Again ::  no, never again Shower :: babyFlirting :: seldom these daysMoving on ::  yeah.... did that..Rachel ::  RayChips :: Fish Texting :: convenient Feel better :: hope you, soonCashmere :: softSucked ::  too many times, situations, and people to remember and stay sane Weekly word list found at  Unconscious Mutterings#</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconscious-mutterings-week-328.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1262602852876690218</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-05T23:41:34.729-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>personal journal</category><title>dancing in the rain</title><atom:summary type='text'>Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain. ~unknown author I don't know if I agree with that or not, but I like the sound and feel of it. Motivating phrases and words particularly attract me. Does that say something about me? Does that convey a deeper need or something that I have missed defining? A symptom? A sign?Of course, as I imagine of everyone who loves to </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/05/dancing-in-rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8140246187259970219</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 02:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T19:10:00.658-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>unconscious mutterings</category><title>Unconscious Mutterings week 327</title><atom:summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ? Avoid :: conflict, whenever possible (internal and external)Castle :: walls are very highEpisode :: ended a long time ago Limited ::  time always seems that wayNail polish :: none; usually too time consuming and high maintenance Dip :: sauce Share ::  some thingsDamage :: done and I'm sorryImproper :: advancesHandle ::  it; always seems to be my taskWeekly word list </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconscious-mutterings-week-327.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-189853489472877385</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T19:45:01.007-08:00</atom:updated><title>How many Mondays?</title><atom:summary type='text'>My mental meanderings on the drive home went something like this:Was there anything about this day or in my head worth writing about? The very quick, almost automatic answer -- no, not really... .... What made this day different from any other Monday?  last Monday? the first Monday of November? Monday a year ago? Do I remember Monday a year ago?Or maybe the real question ought to be how did I </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-mondays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WaeCmNK6_Ok/STSuC1DkJJI/AAAAAAAAACI/LIARJJhgSYs/s72-c/Pic038-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3265406968756334931</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T18:51:43.652-08:00</atom:updated><title>Among the mundane</title><atom:summary type='text'>It becomes necessary to look more closely amid the mundane to find the little delights and be determined to enjoy them in spite of the gray clouds that must be lurking somewhere.   Taken from the car window#</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/11/among-mundane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-410814523274591406</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T14:31:16.717-08:00</atom:updated><title>Seasons</title><atom:summary type='text'>There is an old joke which comes to mind now and again- the punchline is  "We have four seasons here in LA, too; Mudslide, Drought, Fire, and Earthquake".  The above was taken on Saturday from my window upstairs. The Santa Anas had been blowing strong all night and there were fires to the west of us.  This was taken this morning, from outside. The winds have pretty much died down, but the smoke </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/11/seasons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WaeCmNK6_Ok/SSCb8IB6O9I/AAAAAAAAABw/WuDNwozD1TY/s72-c/15nov08_79.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-6663235297316568665</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T18:33:30.496-08:00</atom:updated><title>A piece of summer</title><atom:summary type='text'>We went to Cambria in July. We stayed in an inn on Moonstone Beach. It was the first vacation as a couple that didn't involve a trip to the Mid-West or East coast to see family. We've been married 25 years (in July) and never been on a vacation alone, just the two of us. Almost scary stuff, that.It was gorgeous and interesting and of course, chilly on the central coast. We walked on the beach </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/11/piece-of-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WaeCmNK6_Ok/SRzaYqaCEkI/AAAAAAAAABU/TUNcSXoKKOI/s72-c/Pic136-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3488643853783044696</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T21:17:44.685-08:00</atom:updated><title>Intentions</title><atom:summary type='text'> Plans are only good intentions unless they immediately degenerate into hard work.   ~Peter F. Drucker On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died. ~Sam EwingI've opened a compose page once a week, every week, for months. I write, edit, get stuck somewhere before finishing, then wander off to look up something</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/11/intentions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-983163349762181875</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T21:27:59.437-08:00</atom:updated><title>"there is a special place in hell"</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Women must help other women. I have this saying that I use quite frequently, which is that there is a special place in hell for women who don’t help each other. A woman with power must understand that, in actuality, her role is to help others. For a woman who wants to be at the center of power, she must understand that her power is actually maximized by encouraging more women to participate in </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-is-special-place-in-hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8173605672288240204</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T20:53:00.139-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Politcal Season</title><atom:summary type='text'>"If you want something said, ask a man...if you want something done, ask a woman." ~Margaret ThatcherI'm heavily leaning towards  ... Senator Clinton...  but not yet fully committed. Her banner is on my car side windshield, but I haven't contributed to her campaign... yet... I'm not registered to that party, so I won't be able to vote for her in the primary next Tuesday, but my husband will. # #</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/01/politcal-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4529961038202097229</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 07:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T23:24:46.105-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lists</title><atom:summary type='text'>Ran into this wandering around:    Fifty Things I've Learned in Fifty Years It has such gems as: 10. Empathy is the greatest virtue. From it, all virtues flow. Without it, all virtues are an act.  That sounds right....and35. Candor is overrated. It’s hard to unsay what you’ve said in anger and almost impossible to take back what you’ve written. Oh yeah.. at least the second half is so very </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/01/lists.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-548580796750830816</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-25T10:56:36.877-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hand in Hand</title><atom:summary type='text'>A friend in the rehab counseling community sent me this link to a video on YouTube that is a must see: She without arm, he without leg - ballet - Hand in Hand# #</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/11/hand-in-hand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4976886999702529677</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-14T22:42:18.512-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Wednesday</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life."Steven Paul (Steve) Jobs;  Commencement address by Steve Jobs at </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-9158330717914464987</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-12T01:17:14.244-08:00</atom:updated><title>Unconscious Mutterings Week 249</title><atom:summary type='text'>Treadmill ::  HampsterStroke :: soft Exclusively ::  yoursLash ::  eyelash Red carpet ::  treatmentCredit card:: bill Points :: bonus Domestic ::  flights21 :: too long agoInject ::  solution  Weekly word list found at Unconscious Mutterings#</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/11/unconscious-mutterings-week-249.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3457043736485041121</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-09T13:35:55.489-08:00</atom:updated><title>Preparation and What Matters</title><atom:summary type='text'>"We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think its forever." ~Carl Sagan, Ph.DI should have some pictures of my own from various moments in the past few months. But life is just racing by and blogging is about the last thing I generally feel like doing when I arrive home each night. Eating, saying a word or two to the husband, a quick plan for the next day and sleeping are about all I </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/11/preparation-and-what-matters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3638515192499272783</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-08T19:53:30.094-07:00</atom:updated><title>temporary end to sliding</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow." ~Douglas Pagels Today I went back to work. Fortunately until I returned today, I hadn't given much thought to the fact that no one would really be working my case</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/temporary-end-to-sliding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WaeCmNK6_Ok/RwrsluX0yiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9SWSVvPMPOw/s72-c/Pic007-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3396790196826414053</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-07T22:54:06.792-07:00</atom:updated><title>Unconscious Mutterings Week 244</title><atom:summary type='text'>Cluster ::   see the second and third definitions in this urban dictionary    for what comes to mind when I see the word clusterAnnouncement :: major importance or at least major to do about somethingRespect ::  earnedIncident ::  special incident report; frequent headaches on my caseload. Accordion :: player Drunk :: pretty much never If :: -then statements Dexter :: blank Wedding :: </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/unconscious-mutterings-week-244.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7311696128282302651</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-06T21:07:54.806-07:00</atom:updated><title>seeking gold</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sometimes when I am trying to put something out of conscious mind to let it simmer to some next step or resolution, I have a habit of picking up whatever reading material is in front of me and opening it at random. I read whatever lines jump out at me and seek the destination they send my thoughts. I usually find patterns in the disconnected bits where there probably are none. But that is a </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/seeking-gold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-986724944256736077</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-05T13:33:10.846-07:00</atom:updated><title>Maybe Vulcan just orbited its sun more slowly?</title><atom:summary type='text'>And on Earth, Mr. Spock wouldn't have been two hundred or four hundred or whatever age he was in whatever might have been his last appearance in the Star Trek mythology line. (Wasn't he last on Romulus trying to facilitate peace?)There are things I probably should (oooo nasty word sometimes, that "should" word) be doing and one of them involved looking for something on the Internet. When I was </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-vulcan-just-orbited-its-sun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WaeCmNK6_Ok/RwaIS-X0ygI/AAAAAAAAAAk/025JK6tA2x8/s72-c/NasaNewScientistdotcomdn9824-1_831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3787206524832974460</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-04T17:42:55.550-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stumble!</title><atom:summary type='text'>"The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age."  ~Lucille BallI don't think I'll start lying about my age now, or at least not yet. Yesterday was my 55th birthday!Some time ago (maybe July?) in a very quick dash around to check on my favorite bloggers,  Andy, at Older, but no Wiser   was writing about finding some sites using the  Stumble Upon  toolbar. I am</atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/stumble.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1846266723812099767</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-01T11:41:30.280-07:00</atom:updated><title>Time</title><atom:summary type='text'>Playing around at Magnetic Poetry, very quickly choosing words which appealed to me in that moment, I came up with this:would you see your velvet yesterday wild angellaugh sacred womansoon time will work magicdance to the joy of the universesmile with the starry skyI don't know what it means that these were the words that "spoke" to me today. I tried to just go with the flow. The last step was </atom:summary><link>http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stormwind)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>