<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7633705</id><updated>2024-02-27T20:43:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity</title><subtitle type='html'>“The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.&quot; —Dorothy Parker</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-7716249116830421234</id><published>2012-02-01T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:48:04.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Nothing Finally Caught Up With Me</title><summary type="text">Interesting.I was reading back on the blog. I haven&#39;t posted anything since 2009, right before I got into trouble at work for something I did.I got laid off from that job awhile ago. I knew it was bound to happen. It is hard in this world to have fat in the system, as I certainly would be considered pork in this system. So, now what do I do with my life. That&#39;s the $64K question, of course. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/7716249116830421234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/7716249116830421234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/7716249116830421234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/7716249116830421234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2012/02/doing-nothing-finally-caught-up-with-me.html' title='Doing Nothing Finally Caught Up With Me'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-98236171001850886</id><published>2009-07-14T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:52:30.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible- Now let&#39;s start planning</title><summary type="text">I just watched Man on Wire - the documentary of the guy who walked on the wire between the Twin Towers in 1974. I vaguely remember this event because I was in New York City once and it happened to be in 1973 while the Twin Towers were being built.This is a tale of courage, creativity, and a passion for life. He is really living his life right up to the edge. I can only see that because I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/98236171001850886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/98236171001850886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2009/07/impossible-now-lets-start-planning.html' title='Impossible- Now let&#39;s start planning'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-1072692190697904055</id><published>2009-07-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:23:00.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the heat</title><summary type="text">In trouble at work. At least that&#39;s what I think is happening. It might be a case of the eggplant and the monk, but I&#39;m afraid not this time. You know the old story - the monk is walking back to his hermitage at night and steps on something and squishes it. He walks on and begins to worry that he has squished a frog or some other creature. He worries all night and can&#39;t sleep because he believes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/1072692190697904055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/1072692190697904055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/1072692190697904055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/1072692190697904055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-heat.html' title='Feeling the heat'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-114721708402161446</id><published>2006-05-09T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:24:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of accomplishing NOTHING</title><summary type="text">I think I have become the queen  of doing nothing.  I LOOK like I am doing things, but at the end of the day, I don&#39;t seem to have accomplished anything. It&#39;s a very weird feeling to notice that I don&#39;t really do anything and it surprises me.So, how am I able to do this? And what, if anything, does it mean? Probably nothing. Well, let me qualify that. PART of me thinks that it doesn&#39;t mean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/114721708402161446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/114721708402161446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/114721708402161446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/114721708402161446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-day-of-accomplishing-nothing.html' title='Another day of accomplishing NOTHING'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-113854380929080127</id><published>2006-01-29T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T06:10:09.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Cannot Be at Peace Now</title><summary type="text">I&#39;ve been reading Eckhart Tolle&#39;s new book called &quot;A New Earth&quot; again this week and ran across page 115 where he asks us to ask ourselves &quot;why I cannot be at peace now.&quot; It got me thinking that perhaps if everyone everywhere in the world could pause for one minute and ask themselves that question and find that, indeed, I can be at peace NOW, in this moment, that the whole world would be peaceful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/113854380929080127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/113854380929080127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/113854380929080127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/113854380929080127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-i-cannot-be-at-peace-now.html' title='Why I Cannot Be at Peace Now'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-112180030825486269</id><published>2005-07-19T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:11:48.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Might as well as</title><summary type="text">I broke down and bought a new camera this past week. I don&#39;t know if it&#39;s the BEST camera for the money. So far I am impressed. I bought the Olympus E-300. I bought it because I had a C-5060 for a year and half and really liked it but wanted to move up to a digital SLR. There is something to be said for knowing the menus and how a manufacturer makes their cameras so I stuck with what I knew. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/112180030825486269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/112180030825486269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/112180030825486269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/112180030825486269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/07/might-as-well-as.html' title='Might as well as'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111869346660189747</id><published>2005-06-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T13:11:06.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the trenches</title><summary type="text">I haven&#39;t written in awhile. I don&#39;t know how that happens. Time just flies... as they say.I was on a 3 day silence retreat a couple of weeks ago, saw Deepak Chopra, and I have spent a week in California and Oregon since I last posted. I guess that&#39;s why I haven&#39;t written.In any case, everything has been interesting to me lately. One of the most interesting things I have discovered is something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111869346660189747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111869346660189747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111869346660189747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111869346660189747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-from-trenches.html' title='Back from the trenches'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111567782876610240</id><published>2005-05-09T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:14:01.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in paradise</title><summary type="text">I have been very lazy today - catching up on all sorts of things that need doing... bank balance, lawn mowing, etc. and it feels rather nice to just hang for awhile.I had an interesting &quot;aaaaah... haaaa&quot; today. I re-read what I wrote in the middle of the night over the weekend (prompted by a reply to that post) and realized that I am caught up in the very thing that I have been reading about. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111567782876610240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111567782876610240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111567782876610240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111567782876610240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Another day in paradise'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111555207783850038</id><published>2005-05-08T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T15:08:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on some new things</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m reading a pretty fascinating book right now called, &quot;Emotional Design&quot; by Donald Norman. A couple of things come to mind while reading.I get the impression that people surround themselves typically with things that are meaningful to them. People have furniture that reminds them of something, photos, mementos of all kinds - kind of like a living museum of their life. I realized that I find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111555207783850038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111555207783850038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111555207783850038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111555207783850038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/05/working-on-some-new-things.html' title='Working on some new things'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111445243848350310</id><published>2005-04-25T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:07:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just finished the game</title><summary type="text">I just finished playing the WildDivine game. (http://www.wilddivine.com/). It&#39;s very cool. I hope a lot of people try it. It is really interesting to me how I have so much trouble raising my energy in the game but have no trouble lowing it. My friend has no trouble at all raising hers, but has a terrible time lowering it. I would say that most people would think the opposite of us but that&#39;s the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111445243848350310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111445243848350310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111445243848350310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111445243848350310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-finished-game.html' title='Just finished the game'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111204600239048920</id><published>2005-03-28T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T13:40:02.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s all very interesting, isn&#39;t it?</title><summary type="text">I have been thinking about this blogging thing today. I am so funny. I worry that someone will read it and then I worry that no one will read it. What a funny thing. It&#39;s actually kind of hilarious what we put ourselves through in this life. And, for the most part, it&#39;s all made up. We make it up as we go along, as I say.So, what&#39;s happening right now? Well, I revised the template that this uses </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111204600239048920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111204600239048920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111204600239048920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111204600239048920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-all-very-interesting-isnt-it.html' title='It&#39;s all very interesting, isn&#39;t it?'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111197468092433058</id><published>2005-03-27T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:51:20.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to this site - this guy is brilliant - REALLY</title><summary type="text">http://dead-serious.blogspot.com/This is a new site for cartoons that are just TERRIFIC.Check it out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111197468092433058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111197468092433058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111197468092433058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111197468092433058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/03/go-to-this-site-this-guy-is-brilliant.html' title='Go to this site - this guy is brilliant - REALLY'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111184225722312913</id><published>2005-03-26T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T05:54:40.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m creating again - something new</title><summary type="text">Just when I think I have exhausted my options for doing something creative, I start something new or revisit something old. This past week I uncovered all of my old Sculpey III clay and started anew. It was all still in good condition after nearly 7 years of hibernation! Now that&#39;s a rousing endorsement. I did not lose one piece due to hardening.Anyway, K is having an open house for her new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111184225722312913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111184225722312913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111184225722312913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111184225722312913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-creating-again-something-new.html' title='I&#39;m creating again - something new'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111160829481446805</id><published>2005-03-23T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:04:54.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this on the web today.</title><summary type="text">&quot;The reports on human progress are beginning to come in, and some are a little discouraging.&quot; (Ashleigh Brilliant)Sometimes this guy is so right on. I just love his work. http://www.ashleighbrilliant.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111160829481446805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111160829481446805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111160829481446805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111160829481446805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-found-this-on-web-today.html' title='I found this on the web today.'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111160746780581527</id><published>2005-03-23T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T11:51:07.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyness never got me anywhere</title><summary type="text">I am beginning to know that shyness does not get things done. Being bold gets things done. Whatever it is, being bold gets things done. So, maybe it&#39;s time to start being bold? If I have to ask the question, I would guess I&#39;m not ready.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111160746780581527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111160746780581527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111160746780581527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111160746780581527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/03/shyness-never-got-me-anywhere.html' title='Shyness never got me anywhere'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111143521493672027</id><published>2005-03-21T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:00:14.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><summary type="text">I am thinking about something today that has come up for me over the weekend. I write this blog mostly as a forum for my own thoughts and to be able to track them over time. I don&#39;t really expect anyone to read very often, although some people have,and that&#39;s ok, too. I was talking to someone at work the other night and we were talking about another co-workers blog and I told him that I, too, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111143521493672027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111143521493672027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111143521493672027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111143521493672027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-111070950674027397</id><published>2005-03-13T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:07:37.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Flies</title><summary type="text">I am amazed that I haven&#39;t posted anything since Feb.28th. How time flies!I have been working on several things lately. I&#39;ve decided that if I am ever going to &quot;get off the dime,&quot; I have to start thinking in terms of having some goals. I&#39;ve never really had any goals to speak of. I&#39;ve never really set out to do very many things, as it turns out. Sure, I went to school and even went to graduate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/111070950674027397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/111070950674027397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111070950674027397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/111070950674027397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-time-flies.html' title='How Time Flies'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-110949522666723086</id><published>2005-02-27T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:07:06.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing changes</title><summary type="text">In one of my Buddhist books, the author quotes a story of a group of monks who are mourning the impending loss of their Abbot. He looks up that them and smiles. &quot;Nothing changes.&quot; It occurred to me that this story relates to something I heard on Science Friday the other day. In an interview with Ira Flato, Roger Penrose, the famous mathematician, who has written a book about the history and state</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/110949522666723086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/110949522666723086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110949522666723086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110949522666723086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-changes.html' title='Nothing changes'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-110889225875138341</id><published>2005-02-20T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:37:38.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection</title><summary type="text">I&#39;ve been thinking about connection a lot lately and about the idea that when you die, nothing changes. Connection to people - other people. Sometimes I think that some people have connections to other people and some people don&#39;t. I have this funny idea that somehow when a child is young that if they do not make the proper connections with parents and siblings, they just stay unconnected to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/110889225875138341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/110889225875138341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110889225875138341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110889225875138341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/02/connection.html' title='Connection'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-110882279422041415</id><published>2005-02-19T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T06:19:54.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes there just isn&#39;t anything to say</title><summary type="text">I&#39;m having a dry spell when it comes to writing these days. I was up in Nelson, B. C. for the last couple of days ( one of the nicer places on the planet) and at Ainsworth Hot Springs (also one of the nicer places on the planet) to take some time out to soak in the hotwater and eat some really good food. Nelson has some really outstanding restaurants. I particularly like The Preserved Seed. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/110882279422041415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/110882279422041415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110882279422041415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110882279422041415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometimes-there-just-isnt-anything-to.html' title='Sometimes there just isn&#39;t anything to say'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-110849813155711441</id><published>2005-02-15T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T12:08:51.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working hard or hardly working?</title><summary type="text">I keep thinking that I&#39;m working hard but the truth of the matter is that I am hardly working. I am not very efficient these days. I&#39;m mostly spending time just horsing around and watching how I cling to thinking that I should be accomplishing something, but I&#39;m not. Suffering is clinging, as the Buddhists say. Clinging to anything. Any attachment to anything. But how can I let go of everything? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/110849813155711441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/110849813155711441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110849813155711441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110849813155711441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/02/working-hard-or-hardly-working.html' title='Working hard or hardly working?'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-110809925664872430</id><published>2005-02-10T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:20:56.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new to report</title><summary type="text">I&#39;ve been continuing my reading and sitting. Nothing new to report. I can see how clinging makes life pretty miserable, however. Clinging to anything; having any beliefs at all make life miserable. &quot;Believe nothing&quot; was the slogan at the monastery and now I can see the point. Every thought I have that is associated with judgment makes for difficulty.Watched several movies over the last few days. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/110809925664872430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/110809925664872430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110809925664872430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110809925664872430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-new-to-report.html' title='Nothing new to report'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-110789393349888470</id><published>2005-02-08T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T12:18:53.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing; Not reading</title><summary type="text">I finished the &quot;Meditator&#39;s Diary&quot; this morning and realized that I am one of &quot;those&quot; people who spend more time reading than experiencing. Even now, I am telling myself that I need to go sit and I resist. I don&#39;t know why I resist to wholeheartedly, but I totally resist sitting. So, I get to watch what I do and see how this happens for me.I am jumpy today. I float from one thing to another and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/110789393349888470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/110789393349888470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110789393349888470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110789393349888470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/02/experiencing-not-reading.html' title='Experiencing; Not reading'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-110769249656609165</id><published>2005-02-06T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T04:21:36.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the same</title><summary type="text">I&#39;ve been reading this really interesting book lately.&quot;Zen: It&#39;s Not What You Think.&quot; Kind of a nice play on words. I like that.Anyway, one of the most interesting things to me is the discussion of the old koan, one hand clapping. It never occurred to me that the sound of one hand clapping is the same as two hands clapping, as 10 hands clapping. I know that this is not a discussion for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/110769249656609165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/110769249656609165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110769249656609165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110769249656609165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-of-same.html' title='More of the same'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633705.post-110720850586859903</id><published>2005-01-31T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T13:55:05.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing is everything</title><summary type="text">I&#39;ve been watching movies again.I watched &quot;Pushing Tin&quot; and &quot;Lovers of the Arctic Circle - Destiny Cannot Be Denied&quot;.I&#39;ve also been reading books - Zen books. It&#39;s amazing how it all ties together. Pushing Tin is really about Zen - of course, isn&#39;t everything? The Zen books says that we make up our own reality from what we see and &quot;think&quot; is going on all the time. Just watch Pushing Tin and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/feeds/110720850586859903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7633705/110720850586859903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110720850586859903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7633705/posts/default/110720850586859903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzq58.blogspot.com/2005/01/timing-is-everything.html' title='Timing is everything'/><author><name>OldWanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05330707177270449758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>