<?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-22781850</id><updated>2024-11-01T10:41:25.662+00:00</updated><category term="Philosophy"/><category term="questions"/><category term="Communication"/><category term="Economics"/><category term="Greed"/><category term="Memories"/><category term="Politics"/><category term="Power"/><category term="Problems"/><category term="Reality"/><category term="Society. Money"/><category term="Wealth"/><title type='text'>The Random Rantings of Chairman Adrian</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog contains musings, thoughts and reflections on my life, its meaning and my journey through it. It is not my wish to insult or hurt anyone and if I do so it is unintentional. The entries here may be long and arduous or short and enlightening. I may even include some poetry! Please feel free to comment on anything. Please note that I will delete comments that are insulting, contain swear words, are spam generated or are illegal. I will not remove entries just for disagreeing with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781850.post-6877275813660475515</id><published>2013-08-28T12:57:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2013-08-28T12:57:30.935+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Economics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philosophy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Power"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Problems"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Society. Money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wealth"/><title type='text'>The (very) weird way my mind works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I was recently watching a TV documentary about obesity and the food industry and one of the interviews that the programme contained shook me and got me thinking deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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The interview itself was with an American doctor who carried out &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adjustable_gastric_band&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;gastric band&lt;/a&gt; operations on patients. The thought of the operation itself was not the trigger for my thoughts but rather I was startled by two of the statements the doctor made. The first that he would choose a private patient rather than a medicaid patient because the formers&#39; operation would cost the patient $7500 whereas an operation on the latter would only cost $900 and therefore the surgeon would make more money with the private patient. What struck me here was that at no time did the doctor the medical side of the operation and I was left thinking: What if the medicaid patient needed it medically more urgently than the private patient?&lt;br /&gt;
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The second statement was the one that left me stunned, although at my age it probably shouldn&#39;t have. The doctor admitted that he would quite happily give a gastric band to any patient who could pay privately &lt;b&gt;regardless of whether they needed it medically or not&lt;/b&gt;. The implication of this for me was profound. As long as there is money in it he was happy to provide the service. This concept sent me deep into a line of thought which I hope to discuss in the following posts.&lt;br /&gt;
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OK before I go on I would like to state that I am &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; knocking the doctor or his motivation nor am I pointing any fingers of blame at the Americans because I feel that his comments arose from the societal structure he (and we) find ourselves. Also these thoughts are mine and arise from how I see the world - other may see it and view it differently. I understand this but the only tool I have to experience the world is my own conscience and that conscience is at the moment troubled. With that in mind I will outline what my problem is and what I want to discuss in future.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have looked at our society and am deeply troubled as it appears extremely flawed. At present there seems to be a focus on the acquisition of money. This is having terrible knock-on effects lower down the economic food chain. As the example I cited above indicates this search for wealth tramples ethics and morals underfoot.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I do not want to do though is debate society as it is, at least not for the present. What I would like to try and find out is how did we get here. Is there somewhere at the base a biological or evolutionary reason for our current behaviour as a species? This then is my intended journey. Whether we find any truths or reach our destination is unknown but it will be good to at least start the journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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So to begin in the next post I will try and look at what drives our need for more and more wealth&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6877275813660475515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/6877275813660475515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/6877275813660475515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/6877275813660475515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-very-weird-way-my-mind-works.html' title='The (very) weird way my mind works'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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>6</thr:total><georss:featurename>Reading, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>51.4528837 -0.97390599999994265</georss:point><georss:box>51.373721700000004 -1.1352674999999426 51.5320457 -0.81254449999994272</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22781850.post-3581568079798969192</id><published>2013-08-27T11:22:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2013-08-27T11:22:39.155+00:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
It seems as though I have been neglecting this blog for some time (OK for 6 years!) and I think it is time to rectify this.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have no excuse for not updating this blog more. I could lie and say I have been too busy but I won&#39;t. I am working on something at the moment which I will share here as it unfolds and welcome anyone to comment on it and participate in a general discussion.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope to have a first part up before then end of the week so until then a temporary goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/3581568079798969192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/3581568079798969192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/3581568079798969192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/3581568079798969192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2013/08/it-seems.html' title='It seems....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-8715021108493882512</id><published>2007-10-11T09:05:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:10:17.148+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philosophy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality"/><title type='text'>I Remember That. At Least I Think I Do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve been thinking about memories lately. Not memories about things that have just happened but memories about things that happened to me some time ago. Things that have lost their sheen of newness and have taken on the smoothness and warmth of age. Let me cite an example: I remember seeing the Mona Lisa in &quot;real life&quot; for the first time about 5 years ago. I remember walking up to it and joining the crowd surrounding it and then looking at the eyes and then the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my question is: How do I know that these memories are real? Or to put it another way: How do I know that I actually experienced what I remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us examine the above example to clarify my question. OK I remember seeing the Mona Lisa hanging on a wall in the Louvre. But how do I know that I saw it. Notice I don&#39;t ask how I know I was in the Louvre or Paris or France. These I can verify because I retain the tickets, hotel bills etc. There is, of course, a deeper question about whether these themselves are real but that is not part of this discussion. Let us assume for the moment that these are real. Therefore I can prove that I was in the Louvre museum in Paris at a certain time and that at that time the Mona Lisa was hanging on a wall there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;OK So far so good but this still does not prove that I actually saw the painting only that I have a memory of so doing. Now we know that the mind is an imperfect organ and can forget things and have hallucinations. Could this memory not be one of those. I mean I know what the Mona Lisa looks like. I have seen it in books. But did I actually see it? I have to say that I don&#39;t know. I feel that I did but logically I cannot be certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even memories for which I have some form of verification (picture etc.) are suspect because, although the verification is real my memories of how I obtained it may not be. Another example may be in order here:  I have a memory of going to Skokholm Island in Wales with some friends to photograph. Whilst there I remember seeing a whole lot of Atlantic Puffins and one in particular:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.pbase.com/indaba/image/60666347.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.pbase.com/indaba/image/60666347.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Now I remember seeing this puffin and taking the image. I remember how I was feeling (happy) and what the weather was like (grey clouds) but how much of this is &quot;real&quot; and how much imagined? Another example: I remember when my son was born. I remember seeing him (in an incubator) the first time. I remember holding him and so on but that was 23 years ago. I have my son and I know he is real but how do I know that my first memories of him are? Again I feel they are but how can I prove it logically? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; I know that with my limited analytical abilities I cannot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;To be honest I&#39;m not sure you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/8715021108493882512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/8715021108493882512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/8715021108493882512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/8715021108493882512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-remember-that-i-think.html' title='I Remember That. At Least I Think I Do.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-2694863759748469759</id><published>2007-10-01T11:56:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:57:46.079+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Question #1 A Third Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;If I am responsible for creating my world and my existence within it then why do I sometimes fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/2694863759748469759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/2694863759748469759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/2694863759748469759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/2694863759748469759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2007/10/question-1-third-time.html' title='Question #1 A Third Time'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-9150744417685036252</id><published>2007-09-28T13:37:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:32:42.485+00:00</updated><title type='text'>At The End Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.pbase.com/indaba/image/82875925.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.pbase.com/indaba/image/82875925.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;Hope is all we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;(Image copyright (c) 2007 Adrian North Photography)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/9150744417685036252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/9150744417685036252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/9150744417685036252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/9150744417685036252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-end-of-day.html' title='At The End Of The Day'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-5313490630411990075</id><published>2007-09-28T09:55:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T11:46:50.672+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Communication"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Philosophy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questions"/><title type='text'>On Communicating 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;One thing that has fascinated me for a long time is the whole area surrounding communication and language. We are, after all, as a species compulsive communicators. We may not be (and are most likely not to be) the only species that communicates but we do do it rather a lot. The questions I have about this include: Why do we communicate? How did this communication originate? How did language originate? Where did languages diverge from each other? Why are there similarities and differences between certain human languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are minds greater than mine pondering these questions and that I can only, of necessity, study them  on  a somewhat simplistic  level. Indeed I do not even pretend  to have any answers. I do, however, have some thoughts which I will lay out in the coming weeks. However let me initially look at the first question: &quot;Why do we communicate?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the reason were only to get what we want then any communications would simply be a series of negotiations. I have tried to analyse my communications recently and whilst there are a lot of communications that do fall under this category there are some that don&#39;t. As an example: I see a man walking under a ladder when a workman above drops a brick. I shout to warn the person. That is communication but, as far as I can see, was not communication that gains me anything but it is communication nonetheless. So either there is more than one reason why we communicate or there is a deeper, more fundamental reason. My own personal feeling (and this &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; just a feeling. I have, as yet, no objective foundation for it) is that there is a more fundamental reason. I think it will be useful to investigate this in depth. Who knows maybe a universal truth lies hidden at the heart of the question. Communication is, after all, something that binds all humanity together. It is what we all have in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5313490630411990075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/5313490630411990075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/5313490630411990075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/5313490630411990075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-communicating-1.html' title='On Communicating 1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-4257671717659079379</id><published>2007-09-26T18:35:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:56:19.950+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Oh dear it seems such a long time since I posted anything here. OK, it is such a long time since I posted anything here. I really must get my life sorted out. Anyway I&#39;m back! And I have a whole new series of questions that I need answering. I hope you&#39;re ready for it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/4257671717659079379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/4257671717659079379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/4257671717659079379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/4257671717659079379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-passing.html' title='Time Passing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114111718379807869</id><published>2006-02-28T08:43:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:32:38.049+00:00</updated><title type='text'>On Working #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;  &gt;There seems to me to be two ways a person can become rich whilst employing others to work for them. They could offer sufficient rewards for their workforce to work harder, to be more efficient, more productive. Not just incentives to hit targets but a good wage for a good days work. Therefore as they become richer so do those that work for them. This, surely, will make the workers more motivated which in turn leads to them making more money. And so the whole thing will grow.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand they could get rich by exploiting those that work for them. Using threats and punishments and the fear of job loss to drive the workforce. Yes this will make the employer more money but is it self-driving? Personally I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;So we can either have a system where the employer can become very rich indeed. And so can the workforce. Everyone wins. Or we can have a system where the employer can become merely rich. And quite probably hated by their entire workforce. It would seem evident to me that the first system is the best. By a long way! So why is the second system the one that is the most widespread? By a long way? Maybe, just maybe it is because when everyone is rich, no-one seems rich!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114111718379807869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114111718379807869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114111718379807869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114111718379807869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-working-2.html' title='On Working #2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114104768675298405</id><published>2006-02-27T13:40:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:41:26.763+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Modeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;From where I stand at this moment my future could go any number of ways. For example: I could choose to walk to the left or to the right on the path in front of me. If I go to the left I come to a junction with another path just over the brow of this hill. There I could continue with this path or head off into the woods on the new path. If I choose to head towards the woods there are many new options that will open out in front of me. It can be seen, therefore, there are at this moment in time a large number of ways my life could go. A &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; large number. I just wonder is anyone has calculated it?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114104768675298405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114104768675298405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114104768675298405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114104768675298405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/future-modeling.html' title='Future Modeling'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114104683130537386</id><published>2006-02-27T13:26:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:27:11.306+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountants please note #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I would suggest that you all learn what compound interest means&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114104683130537386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114104683130537386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114104683130537386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114104683130537386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/accountants-please-note-2.html' title='Accountants please note #2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114104674552346325</id><published>2006-02-27T12:56:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:29:59.576+00:00</updated><title type='text'>On Working #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I used to work for a large company. Last year a fair percentage of the workforce were laid off. This was not the first group within the company to be laid off, nor, I am sure will they be the last. But it got me wondering why they were laid off. Was it because they were no longer needed? No I don’t think so. On the contrary, the people who were let go seemed, to me, to be the people who actually made the products we were selling. OK, I thought, was it because we made a loss as a company? Nope, we made a profit, A very, very large (some might say obscenely large) profit. OK, so maybe these people were bad at their job? Once again the answer appeared to be no. Talking to them at the trendy coffee bar the company installed they all seemed to be way above average performers. OK, I thought, what the hell is going on? We had, as a company, seen our profits (not just our turnover) grow on a yearly basis. Yep, you read it right: Every year we made &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; money than the year before but we were getting rid of the people responsible for that growth. So, the company seemed, to me, to be getting rid of the ability to make money. This seemed crazy! I was sure there was a rational reason behind the move. Boy was I mistaken! After a lot of digging, annoying my line managers and their line managers and so on up the company food chain I found out that the underlying reason was that the company didn’t increase their profits over the previous year by as much as it had promised. It didn’t miss by much but it did miss. And so, in order to appease some anonymous shareholders that no-one had ever seen, someone had to go. And was it the people who had made the absurd profit promise in the first place? I don’t think so. It was the people who had actually created the very large profit we had made. Now that is certifiable lunacy! And that is why I &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to work for that company.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114104674552346325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114104674552346325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114104674552346325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114104674552346325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-working-1.html' title='On Working #1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114104490713876221</id><published>2006-02-27T12:54:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:55:07.150+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Question #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Do freedoms set you free?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114104490713876221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114104490713876221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114104490713876221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114104490713876221'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114080981488637804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114080981488637804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114080981488637804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/accountants-please-note.html' title='Accountants please note'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114080976878101656</id><published>2006-02-24T19:35:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:36:08.790+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Question #1 Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;If I am responsible for creating my world and my existence within it then why isn&#39;t it always summer?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114080976878101656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114080976878101656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114080976878101656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114080976878101656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/question-1-again.html' title='Question #1 Again'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114062137657502179</id><published>2006-02-22T15:15:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:16:16.583+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how the years fly past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;It’s my eldest daughter’s birthday today. She’s nineteen. Quite the young lady. Strangely it is on days like this rather than on my own birthday that I feel old. I mean really old. Tired old. As my memory stretches back over those nineteen years I remember. I remember the birth (Caesarian), I remember first holding her (she was, and still is, so small), her first tears, her first everything it seems. It all feels so long ago. I know it isn’t maybe in human terms but it is in one human’s (me) terms. I don’t think it is the actual time elapsed since her birth that makes it seem such a long time but, rather, all the many, many events, both good and bad, on the path of our joint travel through life that contribute to this feeling. It is also on days like this that I look to the future and see that one day, maybe soon, maybe later, that that path will diverge. And one day, maybe soon, maybe later one of those paths will end. Yep, today I am feeling old. Really old.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114062137657502179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114062137657502179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114062137657502179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114062137657502179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-how-years-fly-past.html' title='Oh how the years fly past'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114061650892719618</id><published>2006-02-22T13:53:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:55:08.936+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Politician</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A politician lies&lt;br /&gt;While a mother cries&lt;br /&gt;As her baby dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114061650892719618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114061650892719618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114061650892719618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114061650892719618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/politician.html' title='Politician'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114061289568597296</id><published>2006-02-22T12:53:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:54:55.696+00:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;How do I know what I know? I know that there is much I have learned, through books, experience, at school and so on. And there is much that I have seen others do and, in seeing, have fixed the knowledge in my mind. But, and this is where my question arises, there is still more that I just seem to know. Let me give an example from my own life: I am a very good cook. In some way I seem to be able to instinctively know what ingredients work with what and in which way they are best prepared. I say this not to be big headed but to illustrate a point. I have, however, no training in cooking either formal or informal. Neither do I remember spending much time in the kitchen when I was growing up watching my parents prepare food nor did I watch cooking programs on TV or read cooking books by way of relaxation. So, I have to ask, how do I know how to cook? I cannot think that it is somehow instinctive because how many of my Viking ancestors needed to prepare a nice Sauce Béarnaise after a good day out looting English monasteries or discovering Greenland? Or, going even further back, did my Cro-Magnon/Neanderthal ancestors really need a light, fluffy chocolate soufflé to follow their barbecued Mastodon? So, once again, I must ask where did my knowledge originate? I have to admit that I don’t know! This is not the only thing that I seem to know without learning it: Computer programming is something else. Almost the first time I saw a computer (in the dim distant past before the PC was a glimmer in IBM’s eye) I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; I could program it. Yes I had to learn a computer language to program with but not how to program. I know a lot of people will believe you can’t have the latter (programming) without the former (language) but you can. Believe me on that. It was almost as if I was born knowing. I know that sounds stupid and impossible but how else can I describe knowing without learning? Can anyone out there explain? Please? I am not saying my knowledge is perfect. It isn’t! Not by a long, long way. But then again neither is any other type of learning I know. But any theory about this has to explain how I could go to a restaurant when I was young (about 11-12 years old) and taste a dish and make it or how I could hear a cheese soufflé described on the radio and make it &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; a recipe and without ever seeing a soufflé. And no I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; don’t know how it’s done.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114061289568597296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114061289568597296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114061289568597296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114061289568597296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-do-i-know_114061289568597296.html' title='How do I know?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114059918910620340</id><published>2006-02-22T09:01:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:06:29.106+00:00</updated><title type='text'>On Money #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I think I understand about the use of money now: Money, as such, doesn&#39;t buy you more or better possessions, a faster car, a larger home. That is the error of the newly rich. No those who have been rich a long time know that money buys you power and privilege. And money attracts money as power attracts power.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114059918910620340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114059918910620340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114059918910620340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114059918910620340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-money-2.html' title='On Money #2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114053991816824209</id><published>2006-02-21T16:37:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:55:13.216+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Question #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I wish to teach what I know who will listen? &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;And of those who listen who will understand?&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;And of those who understand who will learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114053991816824209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114053991816824209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053991816824209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053991816824209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/question-4.html' title='Question #4'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114053978846725116</id><published>2006-02-21T16:34:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:43:51.256+00:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn&#39;t cost anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Why does no-one smile any more? Have we used up all the happiness there is in the world? If this is so then is this not a disaster on a greater scale than global warming? If it is not so then how do we nurture it and make it grow and shine out once more into the world?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114053978846725116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114053978846725116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053978846725116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053978846725116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-doesnt-cost-anything.html' title='It doesn&#39;t cost anything'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114053964526459696</id><published>2006-02-21T16:32:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:43:33.636+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Question #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m on a train and I&#39;ve just had my ticket punched. Who will punch my ticket for my journey through life?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114053964526459696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114053964526459696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053964526459696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053964526459696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/question-3.html' title='Question #3'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114053953215510192</id><published>2006-02-21T16:21:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:43:12.840+00:00</updated><title type='text'>On Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Do I despise money? Not as such, no! Do I despise those who through their own labour physical or mental have money? Not as such, no! Do I despise those who, having money, work to make it grow but do no harm physical or mental to those around them? Not as such, no! Do I despise those who employ others to work and enrich them but who in doing so enrich those around them in turn? Not as such, no! Do I despise those who have money by accident of birth alone? Yes, those I despise! Is it jealousy? Thinking on it it may be. But I am, after all, only human! Do I despise those who have obtained money on the exploited backs of others? Yes, those I despise most of all. More than that, for them I reserve my contempt! Utter, utter contempt. They are sub-beings. They belong not with us! Why do I feel this? Because I am, after all, only human!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114053953215510192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114053953215510192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053953215510192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053953215510192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-money.html' title='On Money'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114053887903461011</id><published>2006-02-21T16:20:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:42:39.526+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Question #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I exist in space and I exist in time. Is there anywhere else I exist?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114053887903461011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114053887903461011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053887903461011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053887903461011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/question-2.html' title='Question #2'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114053883107060765</id><published>2006-02-21T16:19:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:42:19.613+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxim #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not tell me why a thing cannot be done but rather tell me how a thing can be done!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/feeds/114053883107060765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/22781850/114053883107060765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053883107060765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22781850/posts/default/114053883107060765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chairmanadrian.blogspot.com/2006/02/maxim-1.html' title='Maxim #1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415731620778224987</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-22781850.post-114053875735671657</id><published>2006-02-21T16:17:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:00:48.560+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;What is it that makes us human? What is the spark that makes us rise above the level of animal? 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