<?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-5784011</id><updated>2012-01-28T23:47:51.032-08:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='Japan Earthquake'/><category term='clouds'/><category term='Kindle'/><category term='Irish blessing'/><category term='books'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Los Angeles'/><category term='words to live by'/><category term='-118.31'/><category term='Primary Election'/><category term='moderation'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='sunland photos'/><category term='free association'/><category term='life-questions'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Friday notes'/><category term='work life careers'/><category term='earthquakes'/><category term='34.29'/><category term='personal reflection'/><category term='state fiscal crisis'/><category term='unconscious mutterings'/><category term='group homes'/><category term='serendipity'/><category term='personal journal'/><category term='blogs and bloggers'/><category term='questions'/><category term='work'/><category term='St. Patrick&apos;s day'/><category term='flower photos'/><category term='California Budget'/><title type='text'>Stormwind: Personal Tangents</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt; We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust our sails.(Bertha Calloway [?])</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1097</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8023474913586471667</id><published>2012-01-27T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:28:29.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings week 469</title><summary type='text'>"I say ... and you think ... ?"



Rivals ::  political

Automatically :: not always a good thing

Bathroom ::  floor

Jerk ::  chicken

Preference ::  choice

Parenting ::  joyful, consequential

Helmet ::  bicycle

Wave ::  sound, light

Judo :: never tried

Flat tire ::  always happens when you're in a hurry


Weekly word list at  Unconscious Mutterings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8023474913586471667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8023474913586471667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8023474913586471667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8023474913586471667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2012/01/unconscious-mutterings-week-469.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings week 469'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-996791238623446825</id><published>2011-12-20T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T20:54:10.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites</title><summary type='text'> This  --- makes me angry! (see video on lower left of the page)

My thoughts are with the "Million Woman" march in Egypt. May you prevail.

This   ---gives me hope for humanity.

I like the idea of anonymous generosity.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/996791238623446825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=996791238623446825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/996791238623446825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/996791238623446825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/12/opposites.html' title='Opposites'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-6396829838825271423</id><published>2011-10-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:35:44.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupy?</title><summary type='text'>
A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain.
Mark Twain 

I think one of the most pervasive evils in this world is greed and acquiring money for money's sake. Once you have six houses and a plane, it's just about a number. It's never been anything I understood.  Kevin Bacon 
I don't think I understand the Occupy Wall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/6396829838825271423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=6396829838825271423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6396829838825271423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6396829838825271423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy.html' title='Occupy?'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1446313158567026318</id><published>2011-05-16T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:00:02.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings week 433</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Code ::source, binary, html, secret, cryptography  
Brothers :: in arms, fraternal 
Immigration ::  thorny 
Heavy :: "he ain't" 
Bracket :: aside 
Murder ::  mystery 
Neighbor ::  one quiet newer Mercedes driving retired PD, one noisier old sports car driving young non suit
Collar :: white, blue, in between 
Onslaught :: work 
Eyebrows ::  one raised  Weekly word list</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/1446313158567026318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=1446313158567026318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1446313158567026318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1446313158567026318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/05/unconscious-mutterings-week-433.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings week 433'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4084824182251330675</id><published>2011-04-17T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:34:27.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 429</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Director ::decision maker 
Operation :: plan
30 minutes :: drive 
Bald :: eagle 
Calls :: made or that need to be 
Distant ::  relation 
Lightweight :: jacket
Difficult ::  challenge
Half dozen :: or more 
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~Annie Lennox
I stumbled on to this quote and it resonated strongly. If more people participated in the simple act of practicing kindness, even in small doses, it could change the world. I will work on my tiny little corner of world, what will you do in yours?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/5265609456825196630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=5265609456825196630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5265609456825196630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5265609456825196630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-you-been-kind-today.html' title='Have you been kind today?'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-5829055013212098579</id><published>2011-04-10T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:40:00.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 428</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?
Analytical :: thought, logical process  
Production :: post
Softball :: team 
Uniform :: service 
Intangible :: not touchable, not concrete 
Grill ::  food, Bobby Flay
Second base ::  Baseball; though the secondary thought is the high school meaning  ;-)
Citizen ::  country, mine
Celery :: organic 
Opera :: glasses 
Weekly word list can be found at  Unconscious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/5829055013212098579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=5829055013212098579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5829055013212098579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5829055013212098579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/04/unconscious-mutterings-week-428.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 428'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3536615047733045692</id><published>2011-04-04T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:30:00.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower photos'/><title type='text'>Taking notice</title><summary type='text'>When I came out from a meeting a few weeks ago, these cheery little blossoms caught my eye. I've been trying to take my camera with me where ever I go, but I haven't had much time to stop and take pictures.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3536615047733045692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3536615047733045692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3536615047733045692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3536615047733045692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/04/taking-notice.html' title='Taking notice'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5017/5544128197_5c9c7b258b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4563161151633320991</id><published>2011-04-03T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:50:00.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings week 427</title><summary type='text'> I say and you thinkLimited :: edition 
Zombie :: Voodoo 
Energy :: Qi &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp(it appears some interesting  research&amp;nbsp is going on at NIH 
Proof :: valid evidence 
Hassle :: reduction of
Peep :: sound  
Jogger ::  hard on the knees
Hunt ::  The Wild
Career :: path
Plants :: healing 
Weekly word list at Unconscious Mutterings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4563161151633320991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4563161151633320991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4563161151633320991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4563161151633320991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/04/unconscious-mutterings-week-427.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings week 427'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7840442319936323868</id><published>2011-04-01T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:18:28.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>week's end</title><summary type='text'>Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer. ~Mark Twain Humor and laughter are essential to easing stress and tension, though in a difficult moment, I have also been overheard forgetting to use my  work mouth.

Hopefully I made a tiny bit of difference in a few places this week. Now I have a couple of days to involve myself in things completely unrelated to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/7840442319936323868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=7840442319936323868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7840442319936323868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7840442319936323868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/04/weeks-end.html' title='week&apos;s end'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7783737708131824140</id><published>2011-03-31T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:00:43.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Work is</title><summary type='text'>Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. ~Kahlil Gibran
I really meant to meet my goal of a post almost every day. But I got lost in the work for a few days this week. After Monday, I've been trying to locate a new home for everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/7783737708131824140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=7783737708131824140&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7783737708131824140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7783737708131824140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/work-is.html' title='Work is'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4136566541568448125</id><published>2011-03-28T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:59:47.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Monday, Monday...</title><summary type='text'>“When the music changes, so does the dance” ~unknown

I drove out of the garage this morning, got about 6 garage doors away (yeah, I'm a bit slow when I first leave home in the mornings), and realized it felt like I had a flat tire (I did). So I called AAA (30 minute wait), my boss, then checked my voice mail at work. Out of 10 voice mail messages (not too bad for a long weekend), there were two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4136566541568448125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4136566541568448125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4136566541568448125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4136566541568448125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday...'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-5938542218183245452</id><published>2011-03-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:20:00.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconscious mutterings'/><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 426</title><summary type='text'>The power was out for several hours last night for the first time in a very long time&amp;nbsp(apparently a large tree fell in the park and took out lines and a transformer). It was very strange to be confronted with how much I take for granted about the availability of electricity and what a huge part it plays in my life. It isn't that I didn't know; it's that I seldom think about it.  

Anyway-- it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/5938542218183245452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=5938542218183245452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5938542218183245452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5938542218183245452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/unconscious-mutterings-week-426.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 426'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4023490685763705599</id><published>2011-03-24T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:30:01.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindle'/><title type='text'>If you know yourself</title><summary type='text'>"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle."
~ Sun Tzu, The Art of War and other Laws of Power (Mobi; Translated from the Chinese by Lionel Giles; Kindle version) 

I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4023490685763705599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4023490685763705599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4023490685763705599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4023490685763705599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-know-yourself.html' title='If you know yourself'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3960149131429505346</id><published>2011-03-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:00:00.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clouds'/><title type='text'>Monday afternoon storm</title><summary type='text'>





Strange clouds, rainbows, and a few minutes after these were taken, there was hail-- very unusual Southern California weather.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3960149131429505346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3960149131429505346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3960149131429505346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3960149131429505346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/monday-afternoon-storm.html' title='Monday afternoon storm'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5189/5549458710_3daf7cba25_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-6264721568272781928</id><published>2011-03-21T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T06:00:19.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunland photos'/><title type='text'>rain</title><summary type='text'>This was the view out the window on Sunday. I keep telling myself that we need the rain. 

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/6264721568272781928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=6264721568272781928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6264721568272781928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6264721568272781928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5056/5544708350_53f1fd47d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4247042482374052955</id><published>2011-03-20T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:00:01.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconscious mutterings'/><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 425</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ? Jacob :: Black
Green :: eyes
Cupcake :: Wars 
Acts :: of treason
Thunderous :: sound 
President :: Obama 
Anxiety :: provoking 
Matter :: antimatter 
Diner :: Diners, Drive-ins and Dives
Absence :: does not necessarily make the heart grow fonder Weekly word list at:  Unconscious Mutterings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4247042482374052955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4247042482374052955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4247042482374052955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4247042482374052955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/unconscious-mutterings-week-425.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 425'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3978849807838481083</id><published>2011-03-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:39:00.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>The way to state the problem</title><summary type='text'>"The greatest challenge to any thinker is stating the problem in a way that will allow a solution."  ~Bertrand Russell hmmmmmm..... that sounds true for just about every problem (thinker or no), doesn't  it? If you find the right way to define a problem, the solution is easier to craft or at least begin to see the basic design of the solution. Isn't that the same concept?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3978849807838481083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3978849807838481083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3978849807838481083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3978849807838481083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/way-to-state-problem.html' title='The way to state the problem'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3428639880415379907</id><published>2011-03-17T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:00:00.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquakes'/><title type='text'>Quake/ Plate Activity</title><summary type='text'>I find the earth's movement around the world to be very interesting. I know there are always hundreds of quakes every day. But it certainly looks as if we are in a very active period. 
USGS Recent Earthquakes - world wide

Do you have an emergency kit/bag/backpack? I have mine stocked and under my bed. I  also have one in my car (and each family member has one). We have a few other supplies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3428639880415379907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3428639880415379907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3428639880415379907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3428639880415379907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/quake-plate-activity.html' title='Quake/ Plate Activity'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8470647104432477543</id><published>2011-03-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:00:10.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish blessing'/><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><summary type='text'>May your blessings outnumberThe shamrocks that grow,And may trouble avoid youWherever you go.~Irish BlessingI did a little research, as I am not at all familiar with the history of St. Patrick. I found an article entitled  "Who Was St. Patrick" and also St. Patrick's day facts on history.com. I wonder if St. Patrick's Day isn't a bigger holiday here than it is in Ireland?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8470647104432477543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8470647104432477543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8470647104432477543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8470647104432477543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1184332493660813089</id><published>2011-03-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:00:03.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs and bloggers'/><title type='text'>surfing</title><summary type='text'>Just meandering around link to link to link (while avoiding any attempt to look at the work I brought home from the office): Herbs'n Oils: recipes and uses for various combinations Musing By Moonlight: eclectic and interesting writing An Origami a Day : With instructions and quite an archive too.From Roses to Rainbows; which was interesting enough to peruse a while; life and quotes and thoughts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/1184332493660813089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=1184332493660813089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1184332493660813089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1184332493660813089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/surfing.html' title='surfing'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7308613619318962033</id><published>2011-03-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:34:00.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='34.29'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-118.31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunland photos'/><title type='text'>A Sunny Day</title><summary type='text'>Mood lifting sunshine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/7308613619318962033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=7308613619318962033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7308613619318962033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7308613619318962033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunny-day.html' title='A Sunny Day'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lTHLK3xN2K8/TYAF05ByzhI/AAAAAAAAADA/7UxtbqiH9dA/s72-c/mar%2B2011a%2B083-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8190607017894228497</id><published>2011-03-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:15:19.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal journal'/><title type='text'>Mondays are.</title><summary type='text'>"Mondays are the potholes in the road of life." ~attributed to Tom Wilson by quotation site  Think Exist.comMonday's are difficult (all those voice mail messages and emergencies waiting from the weekend; all those emails to be answered containing "action items"). I spend most Monday's picking up all the pieces left from the weekend. Monday's after a time change are more difficult (sleep deprived,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8190607017894228497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8190607017894228497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8190607017894228497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8190607017894228497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/mondays-are.html' title='Mondays are.'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-6605827193963958441</id><published>2011-03-13T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:50:41.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free association'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconscious mutterings'/><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 424</title><summary type='text'>I say and you think...Judge :: Dredd; weird that that is the first thing that comes to mind as I don't recall liking the movie. Safe :: spaceBoulevard ::  Jackson Browne 27 ::  3 cubedNext ::  10.org Ma’am :: yes? ; reminds me of cowboy manners (in the movies), which reminds me of Paula Cole's "Where Have All The Cowboys Gone" Desktop :: wallpaper Club ::  Med; never beenViolet ::Ultra- Enamel ::</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/6605827193963958441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=6605827193963958441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6605827193963958441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6605827193963958441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/unconscious-mutterings-week-424.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 424'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1479403325437278798</id><published>2011-03-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:21:43.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serendipity'/><title type='text'>Mind of a Gnat</title><summary type='text'>Saturday is the day of errands, laundry, and housework. I tend to be busy in flurries of necessary activity, followed by breaks filled with more welcome activity.   At one point I was walking out of a room to do one thing, thought about another closely related thing I needed to do, got out the items needed for that as a reminder (because I was right there), and couldn't remember what it was I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/1479403325437278798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=1479403325437278798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1479403325437278798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1479403325437278798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/mind-of-gnat.html' title='Mind of a Gnat'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8543417578268929771</id><published>2011-03-11T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:45:07.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Earthquake'/><title type='text'>Sympathy and concern for Japan</title><summary type='text'>I cannot imagine what an 8.9 earthquake would feel like. I cannot imagine an earthquake lasting 5 minutes. The tsunami's that hit afterward were obviously devastating and even though some of those also hit our west coast, the damage and loss of a life here is minor in comparison. The aftershocks continue in Japan as evidenced by the seismic maps. Latest Earthquakes, World Wide . The ongoing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8543417578268929771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8543417578268929771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8543417578268929771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8543417578268929771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/sympathy-and-concern-for-japan.html' title='Sympathy and concern for Japan'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7294415791767263061</id><published>2011-03-09T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:54:43.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal reflection'/><title type='text'>Meaningful</title><summary type='text'>Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.  ~Dalai Lama I think I probably miss that mark on quite a few days, and probably quite a few possible friends.I have never been able to do/handle/manage the 'lots of friends' thing. I don't think I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/7294415791767263061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=7294415791767263061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7294415791767263061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7294415791767263061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/meaningful.html' title='Meaningful'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8676390493721442943</id><published>2011-03-08T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:32:30.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primary Election'/><title type='text'>City Primary Election Day</title><summary type='text'>Los Angeles Primary Nominating and Consolidated Election is occurring today. In addition to city council and community college board seats, there are ten ballot measures for the City - on everything from new taxes and fees, pension calculation issues, increased funding and new expenditures, revisions in budgets, and on and on. One of my former  Poli-Sci Professors  is running for re-election/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8676390493721442943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8676390493721442943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8676390493721442943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8676390493721442943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/city-primary-election-day.html' title='City Primary Election Day'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-2095781303176794164</id><published>2011-03-07T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:02:15.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconscious mutterings'/><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings week 423</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ? Ugly :: Betty,  though I happen to think that America Ferrera is both pretty and talented.

Shed :: light  in the search for political truth

Contrary ::  me not so much; but I find bits of this interesting,, such as this at the same site by Sherman Alexie

Yellow :: ribbon, tie a 

New Jersey ::  state of but also the apparent setting of, yuck, ewwwww, several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/2095781303176794164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=2095781303176794164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/2095781303176794164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/2095781303176794164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/unconsious-mutterings-week-423.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings week 423'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1519052079974869478</id><published>2011-03-05T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T15:54:35.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Budget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state fiscal crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>California Budget</title><summary type='text'>Every Californian should check out this site and take the  Next 10 Budget Challenge. It takes a few minutes, but the information is enlightening. I don't know the right answer to the state's money problems. My choices balanced the budget and resulted in a small surplus in the 2015-16 fiscal year, but I imposed cuts on just about all services and choices-- I tend to be a share the wealth, share </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/1519052079974869478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=1519052079974869478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1519052079974869478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1519052079974869478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/california-budget.html' title='California Budget'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8114084351951017373</id><published>2011-03-04T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:17:04.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday notes'/><title type='text'>Friday at last</title><summary type='text'>At the end of the work day, I still had a large number of things that I had to add to my Monday folder. I am trying to learn to live with the idea that it just isn't physically/mentally possible to finish everything that needs to be finished in one day with this large a caseload. I needed a laugh or inspiration so I was wandering quotation sites again after I got home, looking for whatever caught</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8114084351951017373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8114084351951017373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8114084351951017373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8114084351951017373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-at-last.html' title='Friday at last'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4313033076656183724</id><published>2011-03-03T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:45:17.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working from home</title><summary type='text'>Today was a telecommute day. I finished several reports, listened to a lot of phone messages and answered a couple of them (the rest I will answer tomorrow). It is nice to have the option of working from home one day every other week. Often I get more report writing done at home than when I am in the office. When I am at the office I am scheduling meetings, putting out large and small fires, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4313033076656183724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4313033076656183724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4313033076656183724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4313033076656183724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/working-from-home.html' title='Working from home'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-6693011249168398565</id><published>2011-03-02T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:07:09.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal journal'/><title type='text'>21 days</title><summary type='text'>They say it takes 21 days to create a habit. It seems to take much less time to lose one. There are days I miss blogging. There are many days I don't even remember that at one time I had a daily bit that I shared here in this spot.So many things have happened in the world-- conflicts, tragedies, triumphs. I watch from the sidelines and marvel at the rapidity of the ongoing changes. I still yell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/6693011249168398565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=6693011249168398565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6693011249168398565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6693011249168398565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2011/03/21-days.html' title='21 days'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7887791697915886508</id><published>2009-07-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:47:28.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings week 339</title><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#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/7887791697915886508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=7887791697915886508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7887791697915886508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7887791697915886508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/07/unconscious-mutterings-week-339.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings week 339'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4082423707528450907</id><published>2009-06-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:06:20.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings week 335</title><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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4082423707528450907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4082423707528450907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4082423707528450907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4082423707528450907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/06/unconscious-mutterings-week-335.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings week 335'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8451897742061263703</id><published>2009-06-16T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:38:26.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"tell each other right now"</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8451897742061263703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8451897742061263703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8451897742061263703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8451897742061263703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanted-perfect-ending.html' title='&quot;tell each other right now&quot;'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-5202552209512994706</id><published>2009-05-17T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:20:12.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings week 329</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/5202552209512994706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=5202552209512994706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5202552209512994706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5202552209512994706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconscious-mutterings-week-329.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings week 329'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8908707040582126163</id><published>2009-05-14T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:47:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 328</title><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#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8908707040582126163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8908707040582126163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8908707040582126163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8908707040582126163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconscious-mutterings-week-328.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 328'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1262602852876690218</id><published>2009-05-05T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:41:34.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal journal'/><title type='text'>dancing in the rain</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/1262602852876690218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=1262602852876690218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1262602852876690218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1262602852876690218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/05/dancing-in-rain.html' title='dancing in the rain'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8140246187259970219</id><published>2009-05-03T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:10:00.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconscious mutterings'/><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings week 327</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8140246187259970219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8140246187259970219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8140246187259970219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8140246187259970219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2009/05/unconscious-mutterings-week-327.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings week 327'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-189853489472877385</id><published>2008-12-01T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:45:01.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many Mondays?</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/189853489472877385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=189853489472877385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/189853489472877385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/189853489472877385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-mondays.html' title='How many Mondays?'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3265406968756334931</id><published>2008-11-18T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:51:43.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Among the mundane</title><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#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3265406968756334931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3265406968756334931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3265406968756334931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3265406968756334931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/11/among-mundane.html' title='Among the mundane'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/3041803707_47e3771372_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-410814523274591406</id><published>2008-11-16T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:31:16.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/410814523274591406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=410814523274591406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/410814523274591406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/410814523274591406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/11/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-6663235297316568665</id><published>2008-11-13T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:33:30.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of summer</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/6663235297316568665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=6663235297316568665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6663235297316568665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6663235297316568665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/11/piece-of-summer.html' title='A piece of summer'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3488643853783044696</id><published>2008-11-11T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:17:44.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentions</title><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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3488643853783044696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3488643853783044696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3488643853783044696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3488643853783044696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/11/intentions.html' title='Intentions'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-983163349762181875</id><published>2008-03-06T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:27:59.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"there is a special place in hell"</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/983163349762181875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=983163349762181875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/983163349762181875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/983163349762181875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-is-special-place-in-hell.html' title='&quot;there is a special place in hell&quot;'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8173605672288240204</id><published>2008-01-29T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:53:00.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Politcal Season</title><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. # #</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8173605672288240204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8173605672288240204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8173605672288240204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8173605672288240204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/01/politcal-season.html' title='The Politcal Season'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4529961038202097229</id><published>2008-01-19T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:24:46.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4529961038202097229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4529961038202097229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4529961038202097229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4529961038202097229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2008/01/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-548580796750830816</id><published>2007-11-25T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:56:36.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand in Hand</title><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# #</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/548580796750830816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=548580796750830816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/548580796750830816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/548580796750830816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/11/hand-in-hand.html' title='Hand in Hand'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4976886999702529677</id><published>2007-11-14T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:42:18.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wednesday</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4976886999702529677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4976886999702529677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4976886999702529677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4976886999702529677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesday.html' title='A Wednesday'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-9158330717914464987</id><published>2007-11-12T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:17:14.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 249</title><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#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/9158330717914464987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=9158330717914464987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/9158330717914464987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/9158330717914464987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/11/unconscious-mutterings-week-249.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 249'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3457043736485041121</id><published>2007-11-09T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:35:55.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation and What Matters</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3457043736485041121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3457043736485041121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3457043736485041121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3457043736485041121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/11/preparation-and-what-matters.html' title='Preparation and What Matters'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3638515192499272783</id><published>2007-10-08T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:53:30.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary end to sliding</title><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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3638515192499272783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3638515192499272783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3638515192499272783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3638515192499272783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/temporary-end-to-sliding.html' title='temporary end to sliding'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3396790196826414053</id><published>2007-10-07T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:54:06.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 244</title><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 :: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3396790196826414053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3396790196826414053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3396790196826414053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3396790196826414053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/unconscious-mutterings-week-244.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 244'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7311696128282302651</id><published>2007-10-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:07:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seeking gold</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/7311696128282302651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=7311696128282302651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7311696128282302651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7311696128282302651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/seeking-gold.html' title='seeking gold'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-986724944256736077</id><published>2007-10-05T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:33:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Vulcan just orbited its sun more slowly?</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/986724944256736077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=986724944256736077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/986724944256736077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/986724944256736077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-vulcan-just-orbited-its-sun.html' title='Maybe Vulcan just orbited its sun more slowly?'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3787206524832974460</id><published>2007-10-04T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:42:55.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumble!</title><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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3787206524832974460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3787206524832974460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3787206524832974460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3787206524832974460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/stumble.html' title='Stumble!'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1846266723812099767</id><published>2007-10-01T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:41:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/1846266723812099767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=1846266723812099767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1846266723812099767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1846266723812099767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-2781228303027025798</id><published>2007-08-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:45:29.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never argue with a woman who reads</title><summary type='text'>This made it through to my work email several days ago and I hadn't seen it previously. It made me laugh so I thought I would share. One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/2781228303027025798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=2781228303027025798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/2781228303027025798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/2781228303027025798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-argue-with-woman-who-reads.html' title='Never argue with a woman who reads'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-3710445804971757609</id><published>2007-08-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:57:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there are no brakes</title><summary type='text'>"If we learn the art of yielding what must be yielded to the changing present, we can save the best of the past." ~Dean AchesonChange... Is change the one constant in life? Is there any "one" thing in life at all? Isn't everything perception? or how confusing and off tangent can I get with these thoughts... My trip to Indiana proved to be another strange chapter. I thought I was there to scatter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/3710445804971757609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=3710445804971757609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3710445804971757609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/3710445804971757609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-are-no-brakes.html' title='there are no brakes'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1300794617684793140</id><published>2007-07-17T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:07:16.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start here, pause there, and onward....</title><summary type='text'>I was headed to the blog, but got stopped by a lengthy telephone call... then I thought I'd check one of my email boxes and got further sidetracked.... and finally wound up here after reading a quick couple of things including:  For a few days I’ve been peppering some of the smartest people I know with this question. Here’s what they said. You’re a grownup when…    * You know there are many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/1300794617684793140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=1300794617684793140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1300794617684793140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1300794617684793140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/07/start-here-pause-there-and-onward.html' title='start here, pause there, and onward....'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-2535019068521864327</id><published>2007-07-15T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:21:07.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 232</title><summary type='text'>Situation ::  self createdTheme song :: still searching for oneKelly :: greenClub ::  sandwichSwerve ::  carCouch ::  potatoBigfoot ::  lives in the really old forests ;-) Arbitrary ::  rules; too many of thoseInventor :: wish I were an Blazer ::  silk and wool tweedWeekly word list can be found at  Unconscious Mutterings#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/2535019068521864327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=2535019068521864327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/2535019068521864327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/2535019068521864327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/07/unconscious-mutterings-week-232.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 232'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8500601055244960251</id><published>2007-07-14T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T11:57:13.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering on a Saturday noon</title><summary type='text'>How on earth did I miss this by Mary Oliver?  I notice it was referenced by Sacred Ordinary in an entry dated May of 2006 and in  Panhala at some point... The page at Panhala is beautiful...  Messenger, by Mary Oliver The poem begins: "My work is loving the world." ...  and later....Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let mekeep my mind on what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8500601055244960251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8500601055244960251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8500601055244960251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8500601055244960251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/07/wandering-on-saturday-noon.html' title='wandering on a Saturday noon'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-2124592364413292205</id><published>2007-07-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:35:44.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering paths</title><summary type='text'>"Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate." Henry David Thoreau, Walden (The Portable Thoreau, edited by Carl Bode)I haven't figured out the way to return to blogging with any flourish or even a decent explanation of where I've traveled in the months behind. But with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/2124592364413292205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=2124592364413292205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/2124592364413292205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/2124592364413292205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/07/wandering-paths.html' title='wandering paths'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-5693828043837649533</id><published>2007-04-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:57:10.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beginnings and endings...</title><summary type='text'>There are multiple reasons for the death and grief rituals we humans create. There is comfort in putting one foot in front of the other and knowing what comes next, in saying goodbye in prescribed ways in the company of others. Without the rituals it is a more lonely journey... A telephone call with the information of my father's death came today. There is no memorial, no burial, no funeral, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/5693828043837649533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=5693828043837649533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5693828043837649533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5693828043837649533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/04/beginnings-and-endings.html' title='beginnings and endings...'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/449149360_52f8752a85_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-5953701713136332569</id><published>2007-03-30T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:44:31.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"wider than the sky"</title><summary type='text'>Part One: LifeCXXVITHE BRAIN is wider than the sky,  For, put them side by side, The one the other will include  With ease, and you beside. The brain is deeper than the sea,          For, hold them, blue to blue, The one the other will absorb,  As sponges, buckets do. The brain is just the weight of God,  For, lift them, pound for pound,         And they will differ, if they do,  As syllable from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/5953701713136332569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=5953701713136332569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5953701713136332569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5953701713136332569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/03/wider-than-sky.html' title='&quot;wider than the sky&quot;'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WaeCmNK6_Ok/Rg11sBs0MTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pGPoSx6GN5I/s72-c/Pic031_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-5314776623568852544</id><published>2007-03-12T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:21:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing moments</title><summary type='text'>"Man's heart, away from nature, becomes hard." Chief Standing Bear, Ponca NationSome days the sunset is just a brief flash in my side and rear car windows on the way home, so when I do get to see one and really drink it in, it is all the more delightful. There are photos piling up without much chance to look at them. I uploaded a sparing few to Flickr, and will hopefully have some more later. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/5314776623568852544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=5314776623568852544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5314776623568852544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5314776623568852544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/03/stealing-moments.html' title='Stealing moments'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/418508497_136077c5ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8641621299513037047</id><published>2007-03-11T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:31:59.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 214</title><summary type='text'>"I say ... and you think ... ?"Contribution ::  charitable or politicalRyan :: MegMinimal ::  effortCleansed ::  fresh startCentered :: calm and in the momentArrow ::  brokenBeyond ::  unseen aheadExecute ::  tasksIntuition :: strongApology ::  givenWeekly word list found at   Unconscious Mutterings#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8641621299513037047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8641621299513037047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8641621299513037047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8641621299513037047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/03/unconscious-mutterings-week-214.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 214'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-5660879866642044256</id><published>2007-03-05T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:46:32.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching</title><summary type='text'>"Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding, and softens the heart" ~John Adams "We can hold back neither the coming of the flowers nor the downward rush of the stream; sooner or later, everything comes to its fruition." ~Loy Ching-YuenThere is that sense of the unseen layers, me watching me, experiencing the knowing. I knew my father is dying, but somehow some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/5660879866642044256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=5660879866642044256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5660879866642044256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/5660879866642044256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/03/watching.html' title='watching'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-262765375098103533</id><published>2007-03-04T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T09:15:28.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 213</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Nude ::  sans coveringsSupport :: strength to lean on... hard to findRachel::  the number one spot for this name in Google is   Ray; I've never seen any of her showsCrane ::  ScarecrowCandy bar ::  temptation when I'm tiredMaterial ::  woven, knit or crochetMind games ::  In my first thoughts about this phrase, I was completely ignoring   another definition... hmmmm, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/262765375098103533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=262765375098103533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/262765375098103533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/262765375098103533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/03/unconscious-mutterings-week-213.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 213'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8630123203816559958</id><published>2007-03-03T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T10:45:08.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears."I'm having trouble with forgiveness and rejecting a sense of injury... ... Once again, my father's wife is the root of distress for my sister and because of that, for me. In this case, it is her children. There are children on both sides of this second marriage for my father. My mother died in 1984, the same year my son was born, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8630123203816559958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8630123203816559958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8630123203816559958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8630123203816559958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/03/reject-your-sense-of-injury-and-injury.html' title=''/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-4598072198004368112</id><published>2007-02-26T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:29:33.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 212</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Soldier ::  war injuriesLipton :: teaReason:: rhyme, out of timeTerms ::   of endearmentPositive ::  thinkingExample ::  teaching guideLegacy :: what's yours? I'm afraid "they" will only say about me that 'she was a nice lady'...Solo ::  actInstrument :: more frequently, mine is a computer... should be a guitar, a pencil, pastels, paper, a needlepoint needle, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/4598072198004368112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=4598072198004368112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4598072198004368112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/4598072198004368112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/02/unconscious-mutterings-week-212.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 212'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-6665082980036424342</id><published>2007-02-22T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:49:17.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>elucidation</title><summary type='text'>"... and those are just the sites we know about. We don't know about the sites we don't know about."~a guest whose name I didn't catch on CNN's  Anderson Cooper 360  , speaking about Iran's nuclear programListening to talking heads is just so illuminating. #</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/6665082980036424342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=6665082980036424342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6665082980036424342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/6665082980036424342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-dont-know.html' title='elucidation'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-7245095915164659043</id><published>2007-02-21T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:31:00.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life-questions'/><title type='text'>still collecting pieces</title><summary type='text'>"Some of us are lost and some of us are found. ... Some people don't have that many questions and lack that belly of fire when it comes to their encounters with the world. They're content in their predictable lives, where everything that lies before them is like a re-run of 'Jeopardy'. They already know the answers and how the game will end. They don't have the urge to travel or to ask the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/7245095915164659043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=7245095915164659043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7245095915164659043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/7245095915164659043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/02/still-collecting-pieces.html' title='still collecting pieces'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-1053685311600345495</id><published>2007-02-20T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T20:05:26.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Growth</title><summary type='text'>I was flipping pages in More magazine    (for women over 40) and ran across a quick bit entitled "Life's a Mess and Then You Fly" which was actually a quick review of a new book by Sara Davidson entitled Leap!.The thing that caught my eye and made me think I ought to purchase the book (which was just released 2/20) was the reference to the title of chapter five:"Change Is Gonna Come, or Another F</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/1053685311600345495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=1053685311600345495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1053685311600345495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/1053685311600345495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/02/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-425280098440026208</id><published>2007-02-03T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T15:31:30.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moderation'/><title type='text'>Abstinence and recovery</title><summary type='text'>"Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation."Not really apropos of anything in particular, just something that struck my eye today, and sounded very true. Then again maybe it is apropos. I said last month, that I would be back in a few days. I was of course, "back", in the sense that I traveled from California to Indiana and back again, but I didn't make it back to the blog. I kept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/425280098440026208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=425280098440026208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/425280098440026208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/425280098440026208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/02/abstinence-and-recovery.html' title='Abstinence and recovery'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-8465395989535256048</id><published>2007-02-02T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:53:20.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work life careers'/><title type='text'>"and the beat goes on..."</title><summary type='text'>"Everyone needs to work. Even a lion cannot sleep, expecting a deer to enter his mouth." Hitopadesha (14th century India)My office is full of brand new service coordinators working for one of six supervisors. Over half of the case workers have probably been around a year or less. A generous third have been working this job six months or less. There is a six month probationary period where one can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/8465395989535256048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=8465395989535256048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8465395989535256048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/8465395989535256048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='&quot;and the beat goes on...&quot;'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116788249871748185</id><published>2007-01-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:48:18.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"With kindly intent..."</title><summary type='text'>Someone who is about to admonish another must realize within himself five qualities before doing so [that he may be able to say], thus:"In due season will I speak, not out of season. In truth I will speak, not in falsehood. Gently will I speak, not harshly. To his profit will I speak, not to his loss. With kindly intent will I speak, not in anger."-"Vinaya Pitaka," translated by F.S. WoodwardFrom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116788249871748185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116788249871748185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116788249871748185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116788249871748185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/01/with-kindly-intent.html' title='&quot;With kindly intent...&quot;'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116779955833468450</id><published>2007-01-02T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:05:26.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... untie the ribbons...</title><summary type='text'>"That some good can be derived from every event is a better proposition than that everything happens for the best, which it assuredly does not."  ~James K. FeiblemanWe just have to look... and sometimes we have to scrutinize in minute detail to find the barest glimpse.... but the good to be derived is there somewhere... I need to stay convinced of that.."I have heard there are troubles of more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116779955833468450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116779955833468450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116779955833468450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116779955833468450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2007/01/untie-ribbons.html' title='... untie the ribbons...'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116658772171503652</id><published>2006-12-19T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:11:39.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day at a time</title><summary type='text'>"Life lived for tomorrow will always be just a day away from being realized." ~Leo F. Buscaglia "Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort" ~Humphrey Davy Today was a good day. I thought it wasn't going to be when looking ahead during the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116658772171503652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116658772171503652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116658772171503652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116658772171503652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-day-at-time.html' title='one day at a time'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116640552271648578</id><published>2006-12-18T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:38:42.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Direction (behaviorally)</title><summary type='text'>"You can't wring your hands and roll up your sleeves at the same time."  ~Pat Schroeder "As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey."  ~Thomas A. EdisonMy sister's surgery is Tuesday morning. We have traded all the telephone numbers we can think of for everything from how to reach my son for a directed recipient emergency blood donation during his 24 hour shift (they share blood type and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116640552271648578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116640552271648578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116640552271648578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116640552271648578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/12/re-direction-behaviorally.html' title='Re-Direction (behaviorally)'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116638256873055197</id><published>2006-12-17T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:47:39.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 202</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Hardball ::  no prisonersSleepless :: nights;  in SeattleGraduation ::  probably won't walk, though the "hooding ceremony" for Master degrees is of interest, so I might change my mindPresents ::  under the tree; introduce, sponsorsToe ::  ringLotion ::  handSnicker ::  99.9% neverEve ::  innocence; the night before... Investment :: future return; decisionsPain ::  in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116638256873055197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116638256873055197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116638256873055197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116638256873055197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/12/unconscious-mutterings-week-202.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 202'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116616404467922093</id><published>2006-12-14T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:27:24.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise</title><summary type='text'>May dawn's golden touchawaken my heart.May the gentle beauty of each seasonembrace me.May night's silver mooncast a pathway in darkness,And may the voice of the windsing in my silence.~Theresa Mary Grassfrom pocket Prayers collected by June Cotner ##</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116616404467922093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116616404467922093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116616404467922093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116616404467922093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116579776450072606</id><published>2006-12-10T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:42:44.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 201</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Research ::  studyChuck :: e-CheeseInsert ::  tab b into slot bBang ::  loudLousy ::  feelingRehearsal ::  stageCritics ::  often wrongMemory ::  slips awaySquid :: yuckRemove ::  paintWeekly word list found at  Unconscious Mutterings.#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116579776450072606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116579776450072606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116579776450072606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116579776450072606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/12/unconscious-mutterings-week-201.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 201'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116568820966613962</id><published>2006-12-09T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:16:49.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Morning Arrives"</title><summary type='text'>The morning arrivesAnd the song of a bird comes undone.I imagine for the first time in my lifeThat its wings Are my own~Corrine De WinterFrom "pocket PRAYERS" collected by June CotnerI find myself with lots of places containing inspiration... but too many moments when I can't or won't share my own words. I don't like losing balance. I think maybe I need to learn to deal with it, accept it as part</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116568820966613962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116568820966613962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116568820966613962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116568820966613962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/12/morning-arrives.html' title='&quot;The Morning Arrives&quot;'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116561601205364816</id><published>2006-12-08T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:13:32.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in my head</title><summary type='text'>"There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness." ~Carl Jung I don't consciously know what to say after such a silence, yet there are so many words that flitter, fall, crash and break against the walls of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116561601205364816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116561601205364816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116561601205364816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116561601205364816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/12/living-in-my-head.html' title='Living in my head'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116430564705730060</id><published>2006-11-23T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:14:07.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving thanks</title><summary type='text'>I've many things to give thanks for today. How about you?Happy Thanksgiving!#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116430564705730060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116430564705730060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116430564705730060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116430564705730060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/11/giving-thanks.html' title='giving thanks'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116422104125901127</id><published>2006-11-22T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:14:09.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working...</title><summary type='text'>"Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart"   ~RumiI've been tired but satisfied at the end of every day for the past few weeks. Working nine hour days is a bit of a stretch for me, but I'm managing. Of course, it does mean I come home through the  Valley  traffic which takes me an hour (because I refuse to drive home ever again </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116422104125901127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116422104125901127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116422104125901127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116422104125901127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/11/working.html' title='Working...'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116321811820452864</id><published>2006-11-10T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:08:38.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>actions and words</title><summary type='text'>"Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together."~Anais Nin "If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing." ~Anatole FranceWhat a strange, wonderful, roller coaster of a week. The new job is great. With supervision, I'll be seeing some of my case load next week. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116321811820452864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116321811820452864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116321811820452864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116321811820452864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/11/actions-and-words.html' title='actions and words'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116280011140001153</id><published>2006-11-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:01:51.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 196</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Theft :: anti Storage :: new glass door bookcasesPick ::  quick (the lottery ticket that won)Los Angeles ::  home, babyThe one :: the onlyAccent ::  pieceRivalry :: competition for resourcesProcess ::  methodStreets :: Thomas Guide Museum ::  Los Angeles County Museum of ArtWeekly word list at  Unconscious Mutterings#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116280011140001153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116280011140001153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116280011140001153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116280011140001153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/11/unconscious-mutterings-week-196.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 196'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116245523517283169</id><published>2006-11-02T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:27:55.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>events and images</title><summary type='text'>"The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order: the continuous thread of revelation." ~Eudora Welty In a very impulsive moment, I picked up the camera and shot a few photos of myself tonight when I came home (01Nov). I suppose the impulse came from a desire to mark this period of rapid changes. Every day this week has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116245523517283169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116245523517283169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116245523517283169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116245523517283169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/11/events-and-images.html' title='events and images'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116235318412790064</id><published>2006-10-31T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:53:04.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>light a candle</title><summary type='text'>just found (yes, I'm way behind on reading)  this  at Sacred Ordinary. I've long believed that candles can carry prayers if you believe they can, as can incense smoke and herbal smudging....Go light a candle...#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116235318412790064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116235318412790064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116235318412790064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116235318412790064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/light-candle.html' title='light a candle'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116235219749823596</id><published>2006-10-31T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:36:37.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last looks, fresh eyes</title><summary type='text'>"Discovery consists of seeing what everyone has seen and thinking what no one has thought." ~Albert Von Szent-GyorgyiThis week I'm getting reminders everywhere I turn, about how looking with fresh eyes can be especially revealing. It is a good lesson just before I start my new job. ...More info about Szent-Gyorgyi at Nobel Prize .org#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116235219749823596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116235219749823596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116235219749823596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116235219749823596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-looks-fresh-eyes.html' title='last looks, fresh eyes'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116227772917667745</id><published>2006-10-30T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:55:29.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought for the day</title><summary type='text'>"Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end." ~Scott Adams There's no particular reason I chose that quote tonight, except of course, that I like it and believe it to be true. It is a hectic week... my last one at the little non-profit. There are regular client hours, a month end staff meeting, one annual client progress meeting, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116227772917667745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116227772917667745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116227772917667745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116227772917667745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/thought-for-day.html' title='thought for the day'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116176167205050478</id><published>2006-10-25T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:34:36.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>send them all home</title><summary type='text'>"Democrats never agree on anything, that's why they're Democrats. If they agreed with each other, they would be Republicans." ~Will RogersI wish there were fewer team players in D.C. and more individuals working for their constituents.Possibly there could be a big change in Congress after this election... as everyone else finally catches up to the reality based community. I know die-hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116176167205050478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116176167205050478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116176167205050478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116176167205050478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/send-them-all-home.html' title='send them all home'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116158589959926737</id><published>2006-10-22T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:45:20.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 194</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Stuff :: still in boxes  Block :: adwareIngredient ::  spiceFlagrant ::  violationDandruff ::  noBetty :: boards, waves and lately, snow, comes to mindTide :: Mom's laundry soap Judges :: lots of those everywhere one looks, not so many non-judges Take it easy :: "Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy ...  We may lose or we may win, but we will never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116158589959926737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116158589959926737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116158589959926737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116158589959926737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/unconscious-mutterings-week-194.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 194'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116129701390989951</id><published>2006-10-19T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:30:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out for the sky</title><summary type='text'>"You go and you buy a lottery ticket. You've got just as much chance of getting struck by lightning as you do of winning the lottery." ~Bill CosbyMy husband's numbers won a sizeable amount last night. (He didn't have the mega number; we aren't retiring and please don't ask me for a donation to your favorite charity or to help your sick aunt.) Should I be watching out for the sky?#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116129701390989951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116129701390989951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116129701390989951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116129701390989951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/watch-out-for-sky.html' title='Watch out for the sky'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116115448220527852</id><published>2006-10-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:54:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons to Learn</title><summary type='text'>"Do not learn how to react, but how to respond." ~BuddhaI'm not sure I truly know what that means or if I respond and don't just react... but it seems a good thing to turn over in my mind.It was a difficult evening, and I confess failure to find a sustainable way to work with one of my clients. This has been an ongoing problem and I prevented her program termination many weeks ago in a last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116115448220527852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116115448220527852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116115448220527852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116115448220527852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/lessons-to-learn.html' title='Lessons to Learn'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116098127395758337</id><published>2006-10-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:47:53.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings Week 193</title><summary type='text'>I say ... and you think ... ?Weeks :: slip on by so quietly, yet so very fastCough :: season; wash hands, get a flu shotJail ::  cageProduced ::  by? ::  I've a lot of bits to go with that punctuationStapler ::  paperworkNext ::  moving onPerky ::  ughhhhhOxygen :: What a difference an atom makes Musical :: talent Weekly word list found at  Unconscious Mutterings#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116098127395758337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116098127395758337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116098127395758337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116098127395758337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/unconscious-mutterings-week-193.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings Week 193'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784011.post-116081117679951731</id><published>2006-10-14T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:32:57.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>afternoon surprise</title><summary type='text'>"Open your eyes and you will have plenty of bread." Proverbs 20:13I'm hoping the rain is over by morning so I can drive to San Diego county to see my sister (and maybe back again on the same day, though that might be a bit too ambitious). With that in mind, the hour grows very late.#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/feeds/116081117679951731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5784011&amp;postID=116081117679951731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116081117679951731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5784011/posts/default/116081117679951731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormtangents.blogspot.com/2006/10/afternoon-surprise.html' title='afternoon surprise'/><author><name>Stormwind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895215465755478248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/40/903/200/Blgprof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
