<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:49:39.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the days go by</title><subtitle type='html'>Letting the days go by</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-2733393013000573429</id><published>2007-06-21T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:19:17.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Lego Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thebricktestament.com/genesis/garden_of_eden/gn02_07b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thebricktestament.com/genesis/garden_of_eden/gn03_06a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thebricktestament.com/genesis/garden_of_eden/gn03_06d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.thebricktestament.com/genesis/garden_of_eden/gn03_07a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/genesis/garden_of_eden/gn02_04-06.html"&gt;The Brick Testament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-2733393013000573429?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2733393013000573429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=2733393013000573429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/2733393013000573429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/2733393013000573429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-in-lego-garden.html' title='Life in the Lego Garden'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-1508610829226847677</id><published>2007-06-06T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:47:30.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitter.pbwiki.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.gapingvoid.com/history76156-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-1508610829226847677?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/1508610829226847677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=1508610829226847677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/1508610829226847677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/1508610829226847677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-are-you-doing.html' title='What are you doing?'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-2199901687204817254</id><published>2007-06-04T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:38:59.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bring your brain on-line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt; . . . the human brain can be visualized as a complex interacting network that relies on nodes to efficiently convey information from place to place.  Very &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/health/050104_brain_internet.html"&gt;few jumps are necessary to connect any two nodes . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This so-called 'small world' property allows for the most efficient connectivity," said Dante Chialvo, a physiologist at Northwestern University. Other networks -- social and biochemical -- rely on the same principle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-2199901687204817254?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2199901687204817254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=2199901687204817254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/2199901687204817254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/2199901687204817254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/06/bring-your-brain-on-line.html' title='bring your brain on-line'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-7427974117129044994</id><published>2007-06-03T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:44:46.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly it all makes sense</title><content type='html'>It's time for an upgrade to &lt;a href="http://wizmical.com/"&gt;wizmical&lt;/a&gt; web 2.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog remains as a more traditional part of the ever-expanding fuzzy network of &lt;a href="http://wizmical.com/portal/"&gt;wizzy websites&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also added some new &lt;a href="http://wizmical.yelp.com/"&gt;venues&lt;/a&gt; for quicker and easier &lt;a href="http://tumbldown.com/"&gt;posting&lt;/a&gt;, joined some "social" networks so I can have more &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/wizmical"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt;, and generally emerged from the &lt;a href="http://wordie.org/people/wizmical"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/a&gt; age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-7427974117129044994?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/7427974117129044994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=7427974117129044994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/7427974117129044994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/7427974117129044994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/06/suddenly-it-all-makes-sense.html' title='suddenly it all makes sense'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-5599584598131519570</id><published>2007-05-15T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:09:46.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Atlantean paradigm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vitarka.org/ankh/teneight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/RknMior3oyI/AAAAAAAAABU/fGxETyHNVEg/s320/A_bird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064804151363871522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated in scripture, the "Holy City / New Jerusalem" is built of &lt;a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/1008.html"&gt;cubits&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-5599584598131519570?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5599584598131519570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=5599584598131519570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/5599584598131519570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/5599584598131519570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/05/atlantean-paradigm.html' title='the Atlantean paradigm'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/RknMior3oyI/AAAAAAAAABU/fGxETyHNVEg/s72-c/A_bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-8682538467198644975</id><published>2007-04-14T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:44:28.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thus spoke vonnegut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stanford.edu/~ablaser/art.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px;" src="http://www.stanford.edu/%7Eablaser/egyptian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A key to great writing, he added, is to never use semi-colons. What are they good for? What are you supposed to do with them? You're reading along, and then suddenly, there it is. What does it mean? All semi-colons do is suggest you've been to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure, he added, that your reader is having a good time. Get to the who, when, where, what right away, so the reader knows what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live one day at a time. Say 'if this isn't nice, I don't know what is!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet saints everywhere. They can be anywhere. They are people behaving decently in an indecent society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest peace, Vonnegut wraps up, comes from the knowledge that I have enough. Joe Heller told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began writing because I found myself possessed. I looked at what I wrote and I said 'How the hell did I do that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may all be possessed. I hope so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.dissidentvoice.org/Apr07/Wasserman14.htm"&gt;Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/a&gt;       , 11/11/22 - 4/11/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-8682538467198644975?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/8682538467198644975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/8682538467198644975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/04/thus-spoke-vonnegut.html' title='thus spoke vonnegut'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-2476107058555641643</id><published>2007-03-13T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:38:33.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>voluntary simplicity</title><content type='html'>"I think like an alcoholic bottoms out on alcohol, consumers have started to bottom out on consumerism. We had a free conference at USC recently for Seeds of Simplicity, a voluntary simplicity movement group...people were lined up outside to get in. There’s a great hunger for this. People find themselves working two jobs, trying to make more money; chasing what they feel is their dream. Then they finally sit down one day and say, “What is this dream? Wait a minute! What I’m working harder for is a second home, a third DVD player, a third car...But that isn’t what I really want.” What people really want is to spend more time with their family, to spend more time painting or playing the flute or whatever it is that brings them joy. People are getting fed up with the orgy of consumerism, and they try to do less. That’s the great thing about the voluntary simplicity movement: All are welcome."  - &lt;a href="http://www.energytimes.com/feature/edbegley.asp"&gt;Ed Begley, Jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-2476107058555641643?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2476107058555641643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=2476107058555641643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/2476107058555641643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/2476107058555641643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/03/voluntary-simplicity.html' title='voluntary simplicity'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-6364276156019956023</id><published>2007-03-06T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:27:01.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chillin with Ganesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.himalayanacademy.com/art/1008gallery/source/ganesha_0836.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.himalayanacademy.com/art/1008gallery/source/image/ganesha_0836.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-6364276156019956023?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/6364276156019956023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=6364276156019956023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/6364276156019956023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/6364276156019956023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/03/chillin-with-ganesh.html' title='chillin with Ganesh'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-3291735719694501564</id><published>2007-01-31T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:19:16.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>planet X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X11"&gt;&lt;img alt="xbook.jpg" src="http://wizmical.com/images/xbook.jpg" width="144" height="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"X11 operating code language is standard  protocol for advanced computing systems as well as stable networked  communications.  Since most planetary affairs are completely interdependant on this architecture, this in a most literal way reveals we have migrated a large portion of a previous reality to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X11_color_names#Color_names_identical_between_X11_and_HTML.2FCSS"&gt;planet X&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/0206.html"&gt;HAL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-3291735719694501564?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3291735719694501564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=3291735719694501564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/3291735719694501564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/3291735719694501564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/01/planet-x.html' title='planet X'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-4145552440112158000</id><published>2007-01-16T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:31:49.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>turn and face the music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/Raz7_JeKsCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2WagaLsN1_4/s1600-h/lotr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/Raz7_JeKsCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2WagaLsN1_4/s400/lotr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020664746904039458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Battle of Armageddon is a test for both the Man and the Magi, who are centre-linked as one. It is no place for the timid cave-men of the Lower Kingdom. They are heading for extinction. Our job is to gather up survivors and tell them about the new world, and the whole new way of life we bring, when they will be as angels, not as men.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/0911.html"&gt;9.11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/Razd6peKsBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VvP3ftldDvs/s1600-h/frodo-gollum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/Razd6peKsBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VvP3ftldDvs/s400/frodo-gollum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020631684245794834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Armageddon is a one on one war.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/0705.html"&gt;7.5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://serket.net/OM07/moon01/098.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://serket.net/OM07/moon01/thebride.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Armageddon is simply a series of images competing for domination of the human psyche. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/0307.html"&gt;3.7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cf.  &lt;a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/"&gt;The Cube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-4145552440112158000?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/4145552440112158000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=4145552440112158000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/4145552440112158000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/4145552440112158000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/01/turn-and-face-music.html' title='turn and face the music'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/Raz7_JeKsCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2WagaLsN1_4/s72-c/lotr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-3379906130654488059</id><published>2007-01-14T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:57:27.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the end game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn light into weight into speed&lt;br /&gt;- WGB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This thickness of the left brain cement is horrendous. My most loving mother had carefully explained that getting a good job is the way to make progress in life. Dad had been a Civil Servant and this is what my ambition should rightfully be. Looking back in the rear view mirror it is clear to see that generations of parents had instilled the same goals of "getting ahead" in their offspring. JOBS! JOBS! JOBS! Education gets you ahead in the consumers race! is the cry of the left-brain cement head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheel and Whoa! Stop and think for a moment my Action Core friends. Come out of the house of bondage and lets go up to the Observation Deck of the MOTHERSHIP. On the Observation deck we can see that the Light Beings have everyone's vibe-phone number. Anyone can tune in when their inner turbulence has died away and the line is not always busy with left-side roof brain chatter. Anyone, that is, who has broken free of the dominance of invisible mandarins and is not enshrined in solid left-brain bureaucratic cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the MOTHERSHIP starts pulling away from her moorings it causes a lot of turbulence down-under as the tidal wave of light hitting the earth shakes up the cocoon of the Cosmic Egg that we have been nurtured in. The cement starts cracking, light comes in through the cracks; the egg-shell becomes transparent. Then comes the qwiff-pop reaction. The WEIGHT of bureaucracy starts shifting as the magnetic tug overcomes the gravitational drag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/0806.html"&gt;- Cosmic Cube, Circuit 8.6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-3379906130654488059?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3379906130654488059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=3379906130654488059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/3379906130654488059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/3379906130654488059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/01/end-game.html' title='the end game'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-5542012938555157197</id><published>2007-01-06T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:51:02.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wikipiphany</title><content type='html'>Happy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphany_%28Christian%29"&gt;epiphany&lt;/a&gt; everybody!  It's a balmy day in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_In_Wonderland"&gt;Astroland&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070107/ap_on_re_us/northeast_warmth"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/RaBp6HmY24I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6apXjsJJoEA/s400/astroland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017126432084122498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at coney island beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magi"&gt;Magi&lt;/a&gt; have returned, bearing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmic_cube"&gt;cosmic cubes&lt;/a&gt; (and working round the clock to complete the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:WikiProject_Wikify"&gt;wikification&lt;/a&gt; of  the known universe . . . before &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; runs out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take your hands off the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Throttle"&gt;throttle&lt;/a&gt; to receive your gifts - we've entered the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noosphere"&gt;noosphere&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warp_speed"&gt;warp speed&lt;/a&gt; and we passed mountains of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gold"&gt;gold&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frankincense"&gt;frankincense&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myrrh"&gt;myrrh&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time_travel"&gt;ten minutes ago&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please note: Rome has dictated a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drag_coefficient"&gt;drag coefficient&lt;/a&gt;  of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number_of_the_Beast#666_as_a_Name"&gt;666&lt;/a&gt; for all &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starship"&gt;starships&lt;/a&gt; in the empire - but you hold the original &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blueprint"&gt;blueprints&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality_warping"&gt;reality warping&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_comic_book_superpowers"&gt;powers&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Portal"&gt;make it so&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphany_%28feeling%29"&gt;light into weight into speed&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-5542012938555157197?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/5542012938555157197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=5542012938555157197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/5542012938555157197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/5542012938555157197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2007/01/wikipiphany.html' title='wikipiphany'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/RaBp6HmY24I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6apXjsJJoEA/s72-c/astroland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-3359863432738617529</id><published>2006-12-30T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:37:12.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ye are machines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://drooker.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014450152235881378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/RZbn2IPsU6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/KkXrku3xLvI/s400/Light-Bulb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Light Bulb&lt;/em&gt; by Eric Drooker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE human brain is, in surprising part, an appliance powered by electricity. It constantly generates about 12 watts of energy, enough to keep a flashlight glowing. It works by sending out electrical impulses — bursts of power running along the cellular wires of the nervous system — to stimulate muscles into motion or thought &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/30/opinion/30blum.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;into being&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghosts in the Machine&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Op-Ed by Deborah Blum, NY Times, December 30, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-3359863432738617529?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/3359863432738617529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=3359863432738617529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/3359863432738617529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/3359863432738617529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/12/lighten-up.html' title='ye are machines?'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/RZbn2IPsU6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/KkXrku3xLvI/s72-c/Light-Bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-2064572847231087610</id><published>2006-12-29T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T17:17:52.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>or maybe this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/photos/artwork/5127.shtml#photo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014074974500036242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/RZWSn6RAHpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XlKUYcZSGuE/s400/hiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/photos/artwork/5128.shtml#photo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;embrace genetic mutation . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/rewind/full_episodes/heroes.shtml?show=heroes01"&gt;your destiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-2064572847231087610?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/2064572847231087610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=2064572847231087610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/2064572847231087610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/2064572847231087610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/12/or-maybe-this.html' title='or maybe this'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EGAwemLF6B4/RZWSn6RAHpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XlKUYcZSGuE/s72-c/hiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-116683722876397660</id><published>2006-12-22T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:27:08.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what they meant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4930/1294/1600/609340/hb78soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4930/1294/400/898971/hb78soccer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-116683722876397660?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/116683722876397660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=116683722876397660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/116683722876397660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/116683722876397660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-what-they-meant.html' title='This is what they meant'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114804028831156818</id><published>2006-05-19T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:04:48.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power</title><content type='html'>When they said, "You are gods", this isn't what they meant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/1600/camp%20x%20ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/400/camp%20x%20ray.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp X-Ray at &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060519/ap_on_re_eu/un_us_torture"&gt;Guantanamo Bay&lt;/a&gt;, Cuba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when approving the Chief Executive's recommendation to &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060519/ap_on_re_la_am_ca/mexico_border_fence_2"&gt;build more fences&lt;/a&gt; and install electronic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surveillance"&gt;surveillance&lt;/a&gt; along our borders, has anyone considered that fences keep people in too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114804028831156818?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114804028831156818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114804028831156818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114804028831156818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114804028831156818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/05/power.html' title='Power'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114769887553182924</id><published>2006-05-15T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T09:21:23.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckle up - this could be a rough ride</title><content type='html'>Ever been stopped at a checkpoint?  In the U.S.?  I have, on several occasions since the 9/11 paradigm shift: once on the interstate in VT - looking for drug runners; and once on a country road in NC - looking for drunk drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to think that kind of thing was reserved for communist countries or war zones.  Now it's happening right here and we seem to accept it for the reasons given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The 'Click It or Ticket' campaign involves checkpoints, patrols and advertisements to help enforce seat belt laws. It runs from May 22 through June 4."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114769887553182924?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114769887553182924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114769887553182924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114769887553182924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114769887553182924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/05/buckle-up-this-could-be-rough-ride.html' title='Buckle up - this could be a rough ride'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114731594606919482</id><published>2006-05-10T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:53:05.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got feeds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader/view/feed/http%3A%2F%2Fwaterflowingunderground.blogspot.com%2Fatom.xml?q=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com"&gt;Google Reader&lt;/a&gt; makes it easy to get your favorite web pages from anywhere (especially if you have a google account).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114731594606919482?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114731594606919482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114731594606919482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114731594606919482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114731594606919482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-feeds.html' title='Got feeds?'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114714498624043196</id><published>2006-05-08T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:28:12.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm of Extinction</title><content type='html'>For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet: all sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; the fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Psalm 8:5-8, KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.redlist.org/info/gallery2006#Ursus_maritimus-Robert_Carolyn_Buchanan"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.redlist.org/info/images/gallery2006/Hippopotamus_amphibius-Jean_Christophe_Vie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geneva, Switzerland, 2 May 2006 (&lt;a href="http://www.iucn.org/en/news/archive/2006/05/02_pr_red_list_en.htm"&gt;IUCN&lt;/a&gt;) – &lt;/strong&gt; The total number of species declared officially &lt;em&gt;Extinct&lt;/em&gt; is 784, and a further 65 are only found in captivity or cultivation. Of the 40,177 species assessed using the IUCN &lt;a href="http://www.redlist.org/"&gt;Red List&lt;/a&gt; criteria, 16,119 are now listed as threatened with extinction. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This includes one in three amphibians and a quarter of the world’s coniferous trees, on top of the one in eight birds and one in four mammals known to be in jeopardy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                The 2006 IUCN Red List of Threatened Species brings into sharp focus the ongoing decline of the earth’s biodiversity and the impact mankind is having upon life on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114714498624043196?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114714498624043196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114714498624043196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114714498624043196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114714498624043196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/05/psalm-of-extinction.html' title='Psalm of Extinction'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114671014926919204</id><published>2006-05-03T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:36:15.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>President Bush makes his own laws</title><content type='html'>'There may as well soon not be a Congress. . . . And I think that most members don't understand &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/news/nation/washington/articles/2006/05/03/hearing_vowed_on_bushs_powers/"&gt;what's happening&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arlen Specter, Republican of Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt; Chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114671014926919204?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114671014926919204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114671014926919204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114671014926919204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114671014926919204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/05/president-bush-makes-his-own-laws.html' title='President Bush makes his own laws'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114454807449860920</id><published>2006-04-08T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:07:48.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deconstructing Time and Money</title><content type='html'>Instead of observing movement through the linear, mechanical lens of &lt;a href="http://www.reconnections.net/Time_NoTime.htm"&gt;"time"&lt;/a&gt;, allow yourself to &lt;a href="http://deoxy.org/libermotion.htm"&gt;invoke movement through passionate, creative, powerful, playful exploration&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://globalfire.tv/nj/graphs/usd_jaweh_eye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of observing power through the linear, mechanical lens of "money", allow yourself to invoke power through passionate, creative, powerful, playful exploration.  Abolish "work", and &lt;a href="http://deoxy.org/tcrime.htm"&gt;set yourself free&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/gogh/millet/gogh.rest-work.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114454807449860920?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114454807449860920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114454807449860920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114454807449860920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114454807449860920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/04/deconstructing-time-and-money.html' title='Deconstructing Time and Money'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114330267735059935</id><published>2006-03-25T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:24:38.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Imitates Art -Vendetta in Belarus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060325/ap_on_re_eu/belarus_election"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/ap/20060325/capt.min11603251429.belarus_election_min116.jpg?x=218&amp;y=345&amp;sig=hJu4iZKzFFxsQMKHzmnhzQ--" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By STEVE GUTTERMAN, Associated Press Writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINSK, Belarus - Riot police clashed with protesters in the Belarusian capital Saturday, forcing demonstrators back and hitting several with truncheons. Four explosions were heard, apparently percussion grenades set off by police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clash broke out after a line of riot police blocked the path of hundreds of protesters heading to a jail where demonstrators arrested in previous protests were being held. Police beat their shields with truncheons and advanced on the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The protesters began to disperse, yelling: "Fascists!" But police detained some 20 people and loaded them into large trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least two people were seen lying on the ground after the clash, apparently seriously hurt. An ambulance came to pick up the injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main opposition candidate in the vote, Alexander Milinkevich, denied media reports that he himself was detained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told The Associated Press that his spokesman, Pavel Mazheika, was detained in a separate incident. Milinkevich went to a precinct house to attempt to secure his release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I have not been detained," he said. "I came to the (police precinct house) to help my press secretary, who was carrying equipment and was detained," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Alexander Kozulin, an opposition leader who called on protesters to head to the jail after the rally, was beaten and detained during the clash, his spokeswoman, Nina Shidlovskaya said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violence came after an opposition rally drew thousands of Belarusians peacefully in a park to denounce President Alexander Lukashenko after a disputed election returned him to power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rows of black-clad police blocked the central October Square where opposition leaders had called for a rally at noon, pushing crowds back in a bid to end a week of unprecedented protests in the tightly controlled former Soviet republic. Demonstrators shouted "Shame!" and "Long live Belarus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tensions mounted swiftly as police in full riot gear arrived by the busload to shove protesters back. The crowd at a major intersection near the square — where Lenin Street meets Independence Avenue — quickly swelled from a few hundred to some 3,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gathering on the other side of the sprawling square with a crowd of about the same size, Milinkevich led supporters to a nearby park and the group swelled to as many as 5,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The authorities can only confront the striving of the people for change with persecution and violence," Milinkevich told the crowd. Demonstrators held flowers and waved the red-and-white historic flag of the opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The people have come out today, they have come out in the face of truncheons, in the face of arrests. We are working against dictatorship," Milinkevich said. "The more the authorities conduct repression, the closer they bring themselves to their end." . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060325/ap_on_re_eu/belarus_election"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/afp/20060325/capt.sge.cvk35.250306111952.photo01.photo.default-384x248.jpg?x=380&amp;y=245&amp;sig=W.CdvUUm1_caAwk4tLEp.Q--" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114330267735059935?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114330267735059935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114330267735059935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114330267735059935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114330267735059935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-imitates-art-vendetta-in-belarus.html' title='Life Imitates Art -&lt;br/&gt;Vendetta in Belarus'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114299330283593668</id><published>2006-03-21T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:10:59.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>leave your fear behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vforvendetta.warnerbros.com/img/poster_bigV_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ebimg.us.publicus.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=EB&amp;Date=20060316&amp;amp;Category=REVIEWS&amp;ArtNo=60308005&amp;amp;amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;amp;Maxw=438" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stuartwilde.com/Articles/SW_articles_V_vendetta.htm"&gt;you are the revolution you've been waiting for&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114299330283593668?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114299330283593668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114299330283593668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114299330283593668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114299330283593668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/03/leave-your-fear-behind.html' title='leave your fear behind'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114245476273264074</id><published>2006-03-15T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:38:43.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We look with the eyes of the ancestors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://valleyadvocate.com/binary/146701-273-1/life-6128.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://valleyadvocate.com/binary/146701-273-1/life-6128.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mindscape &lt;/i&gt;&lt;!-- Begin --&gt; there was  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wilderness &lt;/i&gt;&lt;!-- Begin --&gt;. In the unpublished first volume of a projected trilogy, Andrea Hairston created the future world she describes in &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt; Mindscape &lt;/i&gt;&lt;!-- Begin --&gt; and the people who inhabit it. That material forms the backstory to the present work, and other characters from the first book are represented by chapter-heading epigraphs. They include Lawanda Kitt's equally Ebonic sister, Geraldine, and an Ouagadougouan philosopher of the past, Vera Xa Lalafia. Their writings, imagined by Hairston, constitute the cultural ethos of this fictional world and add up to Hairston's personal credo. Here's a sample: &lt;p&gt; "The stories we tell, tell us."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Geraldine Kitt,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Junk Bonds of the Mind &lt;/i&gt;&lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "You see what you think you see. You find what you look for. If you can't imagine it, it won't happen for you. Imagine the impossible, imagine the spirit of your enemies, imagine miracles, imagine the last moment of your life, imagine eternity. Imagine what you can't imagine." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Vera Xa Lalafia,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Healer Cosmology, The Final Lessons  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "We have to time travel. Change the past with the actions we take now. Rehearse the future. Live each moment like it's forever." -- Celestina Xa Irawo, Preamble to the&lt;!-- End --&gt; &lt;i&gt;Interzonal Peace Treaty  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "If everybody is the same, nobody is anything."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Vera Xa Lalafia,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Healer Cosmology, The Final Lessons  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; ""Survival of the fittest' be the sort of raunchy, take-no-prisoners metaphor that folk throw 'round to make the universe seem like some sorta competitive meritocracy where the best and brightest get all the props and jacked-up failures get dusted (it's they own fault too). What universe is this? Darwin oughta be hollerin' in his grave." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Geraldine Kitt,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Junk Bonds of the Mind &lt;/i&gt;&lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "In a world of monsters and everyday horror, you want to give a card-carrying scumbag a medal for just being a decent guy once in his life. I suggest waiting until he at least makes it a habit." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Tadeshi Mifune,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surviving the Future, Last Minute Notes &lt;/i&gt;&lt;!-- Begin --&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "No meaning without experience, no future in advance of living it, no absolute, eternal truth revealed either by God or mathematical logic. The infinite cannot be reduced to a finite algorithm, poetic fantasy, or prophetic Vision. The map of the Universe is the Universe." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Vera Xa Lalafia, &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt; Healer Cosmology, The Final Lessons  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "We are not a chosen people nor have we been abandoned, we are just unfinished. Past glory inspires us, yet nothing works the imagination like terror, except perhaps hope." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Celestina Xa Irawo, Preamble to the  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interzonal Peace Treaty  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "You understand the truth you grasp but not the truth that grasps you."   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Vera Xa Lalafia,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Healer Cosmology, The Final Lessons  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "We done let the poetic spirit in folk languish, like bein' human mean togglin' a damn switch steada imaginin' yourself 'cross spacetime and back. ... The square root of bullshit is bullshit." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Geraldine Kitt,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Junk Bonds of the Mind &lt;/i&gt;&lt;!-- Begin --&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Anything that we are absolutely certain of doesn't matter and everything that truly matters is uncertain."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Vera Xa Lalafia,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Healer Cosmology, The Final Lessons  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- Begin --&gt; "People be past masters at imaginin' the end of the world. . . doom and gloom in the twilight of the Gods--but folk're hard put to imagine a new day where we get on with each other, where we tear it up but keep it real. Why is that? Is an ole question, but I gotta keep askin'." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Geraldine Kitt,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Junk Bonds of the Mind  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;!-- Begin --&gt; "There aren't singular atoms, lonely souls, or Final Lessons. You're never done. Everything stretches beyond you. Who knows what will be true tomorrow? We look with the eyes of the ancestors into the faces of our children." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; -- Vera Xa Lalafia,  &lt;!-- End --&gt;&lt;i&gt;Healer Cosmology, The Final Lessons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://valleyadvocate.com/gbase/Lifestyle/content?oid=oid:146700"&gt;The Valley Advocate, March 9, 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114245476273264074?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114245476273264074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114245476273264074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114245476273264074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114245476273264074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-look-with-eyes-of-ancestors.html' title='We look with the eyes of the ancestors'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114167282336157463</id><published>2006-03-06T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:39:35.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Conveniences</title><content type='html'>Yes, we blow our noses and wipe our asses with old growth forests - how symbolic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nrdc.org/land/forests/tissuepopups/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nrdc.org/land/forests/tissuepopups/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intact areas of northern Ontario’s Kenogami forest have been untouched since the Ice Age, about 10,000 years ago -- but clearcut logging to feed paper industry demand is threatening this ancient boreal forest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.nrdc.org/land/forests/tissue.asp"&gt;NRDC response.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114167282336157463?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114167282336157463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114167282336157463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114167282336157463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114167282336157463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/03/modern-conveniences.html' title='Modern Conveniences'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114114301338749232</id><published>2006-02-28T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:10:13.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our National Parks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sierraclub.org/john_muir_exhibit/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.sierraclub.org/john_muir_exhibit/graphics/roosvelt_muir_front.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed,—chased and hunted down as long as fun or a dollar could be got out of their bark hides, branching horns, or magnificent bole backbones. Few that fell trees plant them; nor would planting avail much towards getting back anything like the noble primeval forests. During a man’s life only saplings can be grown, in the place of the old trees-tens of centuries old-that have been destroyed. It took more than three thousand years to make some of the trees in these Western woods,—trees that are still standing in perfect strength and beauty, waving and singing in the mighty forests of the Sierra. Through all the wonderful, eventful centuries since Christ’s time-and long before that- &lt;a name="page_365"&gt;&lt;!--Begin page no. 365--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand straining, leveling tempests and floods; but he cannot save them from fools,—only Uncle Sam can do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.yosemite.ca.us/john_muir_writings/our_national_parks/chapter_10.html"&gt;John Muir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114114301338749232?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114114301338749232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114114301338749232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114114301338749232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114114301338749232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-national-parks.html' title='Our National Parks'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-114108873682457568</id><published>2006-02-27T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:09:55.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save our forests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saveamericasforests.org/video/redfield.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.saveamericasforests.org/library/YellowCreek.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="rssbody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;President Bush's proposed 2007 budget includes a legislative request to allow the U.S. Forest Service and Bureau of Land Management to sell off land in national forests, grasslands and scenic areas . . . This is a list of the known areas proposed for sale:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ALABAMA: 3,220 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Talladega, Bankhead and Conecuh national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ALASKA: 99 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Tongass and Chugach national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ARIZONA: 1,030 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Apache-Sitgreaves and Kaibab national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ARKANSAS: 3,612&lt;/b&gt; acres in the Ouachita and Ozark national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;CALIFORNIA:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;79,362 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Angeles, San Bernardino, Sequoia, Sierra, Stanislaus, Eldorado, Tahoe, Plumas, Lassen, Trinity, Six Rivers, Shasta and Klamath national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;COLORADO:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;21,572 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Arapaho, Roosevelt, Gunnison, Uncompahgre, Pike, San Isabel, Rio Grande, San Juan and White River national forests and the Pawnee and Comanche national grasslands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;FLORIDA: 973 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Ocala National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;GEORGIA: 4,522&lt;/b&gt; acres in the Chattahoochee and Oconee national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;IDAHO&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;25,464 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Clearwater, Coeur d'Alene, Kaniksu, Nez Perce, St. Joe, Boise, Caribou-Targhee, Payette and Sawtooth national forests and the Caribou-Targhee Curlew Grasslands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ILLINOIS: 191 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Shawnee National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;INDIANA: 869 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Hoosier National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;KENTUCKY: 4,518 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Daniel Boone National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;LOUISIANA: 3,895 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Kisatchie National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHIGAN: 5,880 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Hiawatha and Ottawa national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;MINNESOTA: 2,622 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Superior National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;MISSISSIPPI: 7,503 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Bienville, DeSoto, Holly Springs, Homochitto and Tomigbee national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;MISSOURI: 21,566 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Mark Twain National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;MONTANA: 13,948 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Beaverhead, Bitterroot, Custer, Deerlodge, Flathead, Gallatin, Helena, Koot, Kootenai, Lewis &amp;amp; Clark and Lolo national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;NEBRASKA: 866 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Nebraska National Forest and Oglala National Grasslands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVADA: 2,146 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Humbolt-Toiyabe National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;NEW MEXICO: 7,447 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Cibola and Lincoln national forests and the Kiowa National Grasslands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;NORTH CAROLINA: 9,828 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Croatan, Nantahala, Pisgah and Uwharrie national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;OHIO: 420 acres&lt;/b&gt; in Wayne National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;OKLAHOMA: 3,572 acres&lt;/b&gt; in Ouachita National Forest and Rita Blanca National Grasslands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;OREGON: 10,581 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Deschutes, Fremont-Winema, Malheur, Mount Hood, Ochoco, Rogue River-Siskiyou, Siuslaw, Umatilla, Umpqua, Wallowa-Whitman and Williamette national forests, the Crooked River National Grasslands and the Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;SOUTH CAROLINA: 4,665 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Francis Marion and Sumter national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;SOUTH DAKOTA: 13,961 acres &lt;/b&gt;in the Black Hills National Forest and the Buffalo Gap and Ft. Pierre national grasslands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;TENNESSEE: 2,996 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Cherokee National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;TEXAS: 4,813 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Angelina, Davy Crockett, Sabine and Sam Houston national forests and the Rita Blanca and Caddo-LBJ national grasslands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;UTAH: 5,998 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Dixie, Fishlake, Manti-La Sal, Sawtooth, Uinta and Wasatch-Cache national forests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;VIRGINIA: 5,717 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the George Washington-Jefferson National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON: 7,516 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Colville, Gifford Pinchot, Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie, Olympic, Wenatchee and Okanogan national forests and the Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WEST VIRGINIA: 4,836 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Monongahela National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WISCONSIN: 80 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WYOMING: 17,619 acres&lt;/b&gt; in the Black Hills, Medicine Bow and Bridger-Teton national forests and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;SOURCE: U.S. Forest Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="rssbody"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;from the &lt;a href="http://www.news-journalonline.com/NewsJournalOnline/Opinion/Editorials/opnOPN74022606.htm"&gt;Daytona Beach News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-114108873682457568?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/114108873682457568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=114108873682457568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114108873682457568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/114108873682457568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/02/save-our-forests.html' title='Save our forests'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113978911577864824</id><published>2006-02-12T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:06:46.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from Gena</title><content type='html'>Dear Ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I was awake at a little after 4 yesterday morning when I heard what sounded like gun shots. They sounded far enough away for it to be safe to go to the window. I did. I couldn’t see anything. Then it was not just a few gun shots—if that’s what they were. It sounded like a gun battle. It went on for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It sounded like a shoot out at OK Corral but then again, maybe it was something else. When it stopped, I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This morning there’s a front page story on the gun battle. Fifteen “bandidos” armed with “metralhadoras” (when I found the meaning in my pocket dictionary, I laughed in disbelief)—machine guns, invaded a condominium building in a nearby neighborhood, took a young girl hostage (she was returning from a party), disarmed the security cameras, and robbed the girl’s apartment. They clearly intended to rob other apartments but within a few minutes an army of federal police were on the scene. That’s when the “troca de tiros” (gun battle) began. (The bandits let the hostage go at that point and she and security guys from the building ran for their lives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The bandits fled. Police searched seven hours for them. Most got away but they killed one hiding in some shrubbery and killed another who had hidden himself for five hours in a ventilation tube. The newspaper published photos of the bloody corpses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      All the apartment and condominium buildings have sentry boxes, booths with tinted glass—they’re built into the architecture—and staffed 24 hours a day. There are locked fences surrounding the buildings that the sentries must open for residents. When pizza is ordered, the delivery man doesn’t get into the building. The sentry telephones the resident who comes down for it. (Once some bandits did gain access to an apartment building by posing as doctors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When I go to the dentist, the door between the office and the waiting room is kept locked.There’s a security camera in the waiting. Inside, the dentist can see on her screen who’s in the waiting room and what’s happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Security” is a huge industry in a country with such social injustice and extreme maldistribution of wealth as Brazil. There are more people working in “security” than are in the Brazilian military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My friend Ana keeps saying, as watch television or look at a magazine cover, that she knows the mother of that film star or the brother of that singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Brazil is a small country,” she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “No,” I said. “Brazil is actually quite a large country.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She laughed. “The middle class is small.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      How small? I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The middle class and the very wealthy together make up maybe 10 percent of the population. Another 10 percent scraps by. But a good 80 percent of the people live in abject, grinding poverty. The other day, as we were walking through a Bon Preco (the Brazilian WalMart), she pointed out a thermos on sale for less than $1 which people could buy on a ten month installment plan—that is, paying less than a dime a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      But everyone has a television. All those in the slums can see what is available and know that they have absolutely no possibility of obtaining these things unless they take them by force. (The less time I was here, I was walking down a street one morning listening to my Walkman. A kid ripped the Walkman out of my ears and took off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Last weekend a German tourist was shot and killed on the beach at 11 a.m. when he resisted the theft of his camera. (Obviously this letter isn’t for Nona. Tell her I’m fine, which I am. I don’t have a camera and I never walk around with a Walkman.) I go to a beach where there are lots of chair and coconut water venders who keep an eye on things as it’s very bad for their business if tourists get shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Stunned by the crime here, I told Ana that with the increasing disparity between rich and poor in the U.S., this could be what’s in store for us in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      She nodded: “We are you tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Here’s how it is in Sao Paulo: The very rich no longer travel on the streets of the city. They fly around in helicopters. All the buildings have helicopter pads on their roofs to accommodate them. The merely rich travel around in armored cars. There are many companies specializing in their manufacture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Millions of children live on the streets. They’re a tribe: “Crianzas da Rua.”  Their parents can’t feed them or house them. Or the kids run away from violence. Squads of police go out and kill many of the kids. This has been often documented; it’s not really hid. There are many of these street children who, by 10 years of age, have already killed five or six people. They know they themselves do not have long to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      When the police went on strike in Salvador last year, Ana said, the middle class stayed at home, behind their locked fences, terrified. Poor people looted stores. (Ana was disgusted. She keeps expecting and hoping the poor will launch a revolution. “They don’t want to be citizens,” she said, scornfully. “They want to be consumers.”) Terezhina, a friend here, was in a nearby shopping center, Shopping Barra, during the strike. A shopper heard the looters had gone through another shopping area and were on their way to Shopping Barra. “The riff raff are coming,” she said to Terezhina, alarmed, “and my chauffeur hasn’t arrived yet!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      With such inequality of wealth, the middle class can have all kinds of services from the poor at extremely low wages. Everyone in the middle class has a full-time maid. Ana’s maid, Teresa, cooks the main meal at mid-day and then makes a soup for the light evening meal. She washes our clothes and irons them. (I almost never iron my clothes.) Cleans the apartment and washes the dishes. Can you imagine how much of your time is freed up, how much easier your life is, when someone is taking care of all the domestic labor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      There are four men who work in this building. (All the buildings are named. I live in Edificio Christiana.) They are the guards, opening and locking doors and gates. They carry in packages and—when I arrived—suitcases. They wash all the cars in the garage regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I can not tell you how weird it is to walk around the city and see every single car spotlessly clean. I mean, it is unbelievably weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Walking conditions around the city are horrible. Because the poor walk. The rich have cars, spotlessly clean. There’s little sidewalk space and often it’s taken up by parked cars or trash barrels so you’re forced to step into the street where cars whiz by at arrogant speeds.      There’s a high rate of traffic deaths. (Believe me, I am super-vigilant when I walk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      At crossings, cars have preference over pedestrians. It’s also so strange for me to see pedestrians stop humbly to let a car take precedence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      All of these details build in me a horror at how so many are living here and a great sense of foreboding, knowing what can come to the U.S. as more and more people hang on with their fingernails to the middle class they imagined they’d always belong to but find themselves slipping from and the gap between the have nots, the haves and—what George Bush calls his own base of support, “the “have mores,”  widens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A more cheerful letter next time. In the meantime, do demonstrate as much as you can. I must do more to resist the growing fascism in our country when I return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Gena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113978911577864824?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113978911577864824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113978911577864824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113978911577864824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113978911577864824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/02/letter-from-gena_12.html' title='Letter from Gena'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113839172244529305</id><published>2006-01-27T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:17:23.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fluid Universe</title><content type='html'>Love this image of the &lt;a href="http://www.astropix.com/HTML/G_SUN/TOTAL1.HTM"&gt;Sun's corona&lt;/a&gt; by Jerry Lodriguss.  The way it shows the fluidity of the stars, and by inference the whole fabric of the Universe, is really quite profound.  Nice that we see this magic happen when the Sun and Moon become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this image of the &lt;a href="http://www.astropix.com/HTML/G_MOON/050411A.HTM"&gt;Moon and Pleiades&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113839172244529305?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113839172244529305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113839172244529305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113839172244529305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113839172244529305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/01/our-fluid-universe.html' title='Our Fluid Universe'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113686288075212416</id><published>2006-01-09T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:21:41.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking the time barrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/1600/cupidpsyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/200/cupidpsyche.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the reason subatomic particles are able to remain in &lt;a href="http://www.holography.ru/files/univhoe.htm"&gt;contact &lt;/a&gt;with one another regardless of the distance separating them is not because they are sending some sort of mysterious signal back and forth, but because their separateness is an illusion."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113686288075212416?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113686288075212416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113686288075212416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113686288075212416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113686288075212416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/01/breaking-time-barrier.html' title='breaking the time barrier'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113685941527373954</id><published>2006-01-09T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:20:21.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from Bison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bison in paridise prison/changing cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a month in puerto angel i decided to move on to zippolate.  here i am able to sleep next to the crashing waves on the beach in my hammock for 2.oo or 20 pesos.  i am learning to live on 75pesos a day.  or 7.50 dollars.  which is pretty good.  the place i now stay at has a family run place with three children.  the amazing think is that the woman bakes these rolls and bread that are heavenly.  she makes almound rolls.  seceme seed bread and chocholate rolls and others with other fruit in it.  i am planning to move on to st agustinio soon.  it is a sweet community so i am told.  i feel more like traveling.  i was told of a community of ex slaves that inhabited an island near here.  i plan to go there soon to see if it is my place with them.  funny i feel like i am looking for my people and my home.  that one day i will walk into a town and will reconize the people and they will reconize me.  i will feel the vibe and know that i am where i belong. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my foot is healing up just fine.  after spending time in zippolite i find it easy to stay out of the water.  i interact with the sound of the ocean now.  it submirges my consciousness day and night.  it is the back ground for everything.  in the moon light the waves take on a glow,  as if the sea is smilling in a dark room.  as the waves wind down to it smallest bubbles there is a sparkeling magic in it`s sound.  a fuzzy tingling that inters the ears and permeates the consciousness.  those smilling waves roll by crashing the shore over and over again.  often i think of it as the pulse of the ocean or the heart beat of the sea.  this thing is alive, it is organic and it is always communicating something weither i am lisning or not.  it is always there whispering to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i am resting and relaxing at present, i am told that this is the only one of a few beaches that you can see the sun rise and set from the same beach.  the sun seems to set in different places, i cannot explain that, but i am working on it.  some one says it is because of the wobble of the earth, i don´t know about that.  but i am in a place where i don´t have to know the time of day, the day of the week or month or the year, at least until my plane is due to return.  that will not be for another three months.  well talk to you later.  oh yeah i hung out with the life guards, they are too cool...aa (bison)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113685941527373954?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113685941527373954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113685941527373954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113685941527373954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113685941527373954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/01/letter-from-bison.html' title='Letter from Bison'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113685889612704807</id><published>2006-01-09T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:09:17.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of Affairs</title><content type='html'>must read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/09/books/09bamf.html"&gt;peeking into darkened corriders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113685889612704807?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113685889612704807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113685889612704807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113685889612704807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113685889612704807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2006/01/state-of-affairs.html' title='The State of Affairs'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113509490078187850</id><published>2005-12-20T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:09:40.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Antipode</title><content type='html'>If the &lt;a href="http://www.opencheops.org/page6.htm"&gt;Pyramids&lt;/a&gt; are the navigation room of &lt;a href="http://neu-ark.net/the-gateway-to-mu.html"&gt;Starship Earth&lt;/a&gt;, then the Arkhom is one of the primary engine rooms.  And the wheels of the Arkhom have been set into motion - all circuits are now fully functional.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat, the &lt;a href="http://wizmical.com/archives/2005/12/the_living_land.html"&gt;Arkhom Stargate&lt;/a&gt; has now been activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that tell you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're the kind of person who likes to wear a seat belt, then it's time to Buckle Up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113509490078187850?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113509490078187850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113509490078187850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113509490078187850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113509490078187850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/12/end-of-antipode.html' title='The End of the Antipode'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113487209163935872</id><published>2005-12-17T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:11:30.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>paradise lost | paradise found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://phoot.org/minustime/wonder.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://phoot.org/minustime/fairytale2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113487209163935872?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113487209163935872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113487209163935872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113487209163935872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113487209163935872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/12/paradise-lost-paradise-found.html' title='paradise lost | paradise found'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113478226374401428</id><published>2005-12-16T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:10:27.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Coming</title><content type='html'>"In Christendom, the Cosmic Changeover is known as the Second Coming of the Christ. THE SECOND COMING IS NOT JUST FOR ONE OR TWO OR FEW OR EVEN MANY - IT IS FOR EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS WORLD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our Celestial King of Kings comes accompanied by the triumphant &lt;a href="http://www.gracefulspiral.com/adam/"&gt;Elohim&lt;/a&gt;; the planetary Gods and Eternal Elders who run Universal Affairs; the Whole Unified Field Force of the Heavenly Host. &lt;a href="http://usnisa.org/cosmic_cube/0112.html"&gt;Amen!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113478226374401428?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113478226374401428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113478226374401428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113478226374401428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113478226374401428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/12/second-coming.html' title='The Second Coming'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113475331862467542</id><published>2005-12-16T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:18:17.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning how to fly</title><content type='html'>"Try this experiment: Close your eyes. Then look right for several seconds and feel whatever you feel. Look left and do the same. Then look upward, still with your eyes closed, and feel whatever you feel. Then look downward. While looking in each direction with your eyes closed, do your best to be very sensitive, feeling from your heart area as you would while viewing an emotion-laden photograph or painting. What do you feel in your physical body, and especially what do you feel in your emotional “body,” or the domain where you feel emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While looking with closed eyes in each of the four directions, which direction feels best: left, right, up, or down? Why? Why is there any difference in feeling-tone at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . . Honestly, I am interested in very, very little that appears in the time of the human domain, which is quite shallow and ever-changing. But I'm obviously interested enough to continue choosing it. And for as long as I am effortlessly aware of this choice &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as I am doing it&lt;/span&gt;, this moment-by-moment time-making motive of creating distinctions with my attention — in every moment I am open enough to feel this choice to find meaning in time, then in those moments my attention relaxes as love's knowingness and everything becomes obvious as love's spontaneous swell, making evident the deep heart-meaning of all happenings, instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Otherwise, I feel resistant and stuck, as if in a bad dream—forgotten to have been made by the choice to want something to happen in time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.bluetruth.org/flex/where_is_up/171/1"&gt;David Deida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113475331862467542?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113475331862467542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113475331862467542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113475331862467542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113475331862467542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/12/learning-how-to-fly.html' title='Learning how to fly'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113194131129377504</id><published>2005-11-13T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:13:35.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine</title><content type='html'>"Spirituality is a mysterious thing––keep it that way. If people can see your spirituality you have degraded it."  - &lt;a href="http://stuartwilde.com/Articles/SW_articles_tall-boys.htm"&gt;Stuie Wilde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a spiritual teacher last weekend.  There were lots of people waiting in the room for her to arrive.  When she did appear, she was wearing all white.  Her assistant introduced her prior to her entrance, so when she came in, she didn't make any introductions or small talk.  There was only singing, meditation, teaching, and a line of people waiting for her blessing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mirabaidevi.org/darshan.shtml"&gt;Mirabai's&lt;/a&gt; teaching was very clear and concise, and she reduced everything to the simple truth of the matter of life.  The meditation was good, for a while.  Then something began to shift.  The singing began to bother me - not uplift me.  One of the musicians near me smelled intensely of perfumey incense.  I got in line.  My feet were cold, because the doors were open to the crisp autumn air and my shoes were outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I received her blessing.  The energy in her touch was as powerful as her words.  But I was choking on the energy in the room.  I drove home in a hurry, stripped and took a shower to wash off the smell of the vampires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113194131129377504?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113194131129377504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113194131129377504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113194131129377504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113194131129377504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-little-light-of-mine-im-gonna-let.html' title='This little light of mine,&lt;br&gt; I&apos;m gonna let it shine'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-113115847623156071</id><published>2005-11-04T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:41:16.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work in your village</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What about the shift to hybrid engines and, ultimately, hydrogen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some 220 million cars currently on the road in the U.S. alone. The problem with that concept, which so many people think is the way you end the energy war, is it will take 30 years to turn over the entire vehicle fleet. We don't have 15 or 20 years, much less 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to think on a grander scale. We have to find, for instance, far more energy-efficient methods of transporting products by rail and ship rather than trucks. We have to liberate the workforce from office-based jobs and let them work in their village, through the modern technology of emails and faxes and video conferencing. We have to address the distribution of food: Much of the food in supermarkets today comes from at least a continent or two away. We need to return to local farms. And we have to attack globalization: As energy prices soar, manufacturing things close to home will begin to make sense again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.grist.org/news/maindish/2005/11/03/simmons/index.html"&gt;Grist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-113115847623156071?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/113115847623156071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=113115847623156071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113115847623156071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/113115847623156071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/11/work-in-your-village.html' title='work in your village'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112882035291487400</id><published>2005-10-08T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:13:53.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture yourself</title><content type='html'>Thanks Sig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112882035291487400?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112882035291487400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112882035291487400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112882035291487400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112882035291487400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/10/picture-yourself.html' title='Picture yourself'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112795789507796588</id><published>2005-09-28T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:56:50.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google yourself</title><content type='html'>My astro reading from &lt;a href="http://www.freewillastrology.com/"&gt;Rob Breszny&lt;/a&gt; says that it's time to Google myself, so that's what I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I'm the director of the Music Ministry at St. Olaf Church in Austin Minnesota, that I'm a Chicago skateboarder who won the Twin Cities StreetJam skateboard contest in 2001, that I'm an instructor in the Michigan public schools who won the 2005 Lyle Spalding Award for Leadership in Educational Technology, that I am a research professor of astronomy at UMass with an expertise in low noise wave reception with a Ph.D. from UC Berkely, that I am active in the Gainesville Community Playhouse, that I have a home in Seattle but I dream of retiring to Mexico, that I am the Assistant Secretary of State for Elections in Nebraska, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/1600/yahbutz8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/200/yahbutz3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I sell my own BBQ sauce at the Yah Butz in the Woods market in Siren Wisconsin, that I race my car at the Albany-Saratoga Speedway, that I've done design work for the Colorado Rockies Baseball Club, that I am a spokesman for the Wrinch Memorial Foundation in Hazelton British Columbia, that I am a sergeant in the US Air Force, that I sold the family business Sacramento Aggregates for over $10 million, that I earned an advanced degree in robotics from the University of Kentucky, and that I am the editor and publisher of &lt;a href="http://www.gracefulspiral.com/adam/"&gt;Adam's Blog&lt;/a&gt; (that last one took a little digging to find).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that's a fairly accurate description.  Rob also suggests that I buy myself some gifts, and spend some time gazing into the mirror and making love to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/1600/swing4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/200/swing2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is my birthday soon . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112795789507796588?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112795789507796588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112795789507796588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112795789507796588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112795789507796588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/09/google-yourself.html' title='Google yourself'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112689599712442122</id><published>2005-09-16T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:48:29.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swamiji</title><content type='html'>Last night I met a guru from India.  You might say his message was "Ask, and ye shall receive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/1600/shivabalananda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/200/shivabalananda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivabalananda ( R.B. Singh), a scientist&lt;br /&gt;and engineer at the India Space Research&lt;br /&gt;Organization, is a direct disciple of Shiva&lt;br /&gt;Bala Yogi Maharaj. He, along with other&lt;br /&gt;disciples, carries on his Master’s mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/1600/shivabalayogi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/1294/200/shivabalayogi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiva Bala Yogi Maharaj (1935-1994) is&lt;br /&gt;one of the most revered spiritual teachers&lt;br /&gt;from India. He traveled world-wide for&lt;br /&gt;thirty-three years offering initiation into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiva.org/SHIVABALAYOGI-HisWords_Meditation.htm"&gt;dhyan meditation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112689599712442122?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112689599712442122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112689599712442122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112689599712442122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112689599712442122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/09/swamiji.html' title='swamiji'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112588043606651127</id><published>2005-09-12T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:53:55.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it all about, Johnny?</title><content type='html'>John was performing purification rituals, called baptism, in Bethabara beyond Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And religious leaders, sent by the Pharisees in Jerusalem, came to ask him, "Who are you, and why are you baptising these people?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And John said to them, "I baptise them with water.  But standing in your midst is another whose sandals I am not worthy to loosen.  Although he will come after me, he truly comes before me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when John saw Jesus approaching, he said, "I was sent to baptize in water, because another would come to baptize in Spirit."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/l/leonardo/leonardo_baptist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/l/leonardo/leonardo_baptist.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know this man; but I was told - by the One who sent me - that he would manifest in Israel, and that I would witness his alignment with his own Divine Spirit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now I have seen it: a vision of the Spirit descending upon Jesus in the form of a dove."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;paraphrased &lt;/span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/Jhn/Jhn001.html#24"&gt;John 1:24-33&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painting by Leonardo daVinci, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;John the Baptist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112588043606651127?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112588043606651127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112588043606651127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112588043606651127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112588043606651127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-it-all-about-johnny.html' title='What&apos;s it all about, Johnny?'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112623420476565261</id><published>2005-09-08T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T08:33:16.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the future</title><content type='html'>The Bush administration's 2005 budget cut funding for the shoring up of New Orleans' levees by more than 80%, to under $4 million.  And it's not because &lt;a href="http://thinkprogress.org/2005/09/01/bush-administration-had-reason-to-know-about-levee-problems"&gt;they didn't know there was a problem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, Pres. Bush has requested, and Congress has authorized, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$60,000,000,000&lt;/span&gt; of new funding for FEMA, a DHS (Homeland Security) agency.  Here is a sample of &lt;a href="http://www.tonypierce.com/blog/2005/09/brownie-youre-doing-heck-of-job.htm"&gt;FEMA's activities&lt;/a&gt; in New Orleans:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There have been many reports of FEMA blocking relief efforts. Globalstar reported that a truck carrying more than 1,000 satellite telephones was barred from the disaster area. Aaron Broussard, the President of Jefferson Parish, which neighbors New Orleans, criticized the governments response on the September 4, 2005 edition of NBC's Meet the Press. Broussard described how FEMA blocked water deliveries from Wal-Mart, blocked the shipment of fuel to his area, cut emergency communication lines and described how the local sheriff posted armed guards to protect the lines after they were reconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "We had Wal-Mart deliver three trucks of water, trailer trucks of water. FEMA turned them back. They said we didn't need them. This was a week ago. FEMA--we had 1,000 gallons of diesel fuel on a Coast Guard vessel docked in my parish. The Coast Guard said, 'Come get the fuel right away.' When we got there with our trucks, they got a word. 'FEMA says don't give you the fuel.' Yesterday--yesterday--FEMA comes in and cuts all of our emergency communication lines. They cut them without notice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Effect_of_Hurricane_Katrina_on_New_Orleans#Criticism_of_relief_effort"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, inside the city . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is remarkable is that on a downtown street in a major American city, a corpse can decompose for days, like carrion, and that is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to New Orleans in the post-apocalypse, half baked and half deluged: pestilent, eerie, unnaturally quiet. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush hour in downtown now means pickups carrying gun-carrying men in sunglasses, S.U.V.'s loaded with out-of-town reporters hungry for action, and the occasional tank. About the only ones commuting by bus are dull-eyed suspects shuffling two-by-two from the bus-and-train terminal, which is now a makeshift jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dan Barry, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/08/national/nationalspecial/08orleans.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, Sept 8, 2005&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must have a reason, and that reason must be incomprehensible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112623420476565261?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112623420476565261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112623420476565261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112623420476565261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112623420476565261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-future.html' title='this is the future'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112553319010987729</id><published>2005-08-31T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:07:34.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wizmical.com/images/dylan_ndhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://wizmical.com/images/dylan_ndhome.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant&lt;br /&gt;I got no idea what I want&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I do but I'm just really not sure&lt;br /&gt;Waitress comes over&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in the place but me and her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be a holiday, there's nobody around&lt;br /&gt;She studies me closely as I sit down&lt;br /&gt;She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs&lt;br /&gt;She says, "What'll it be?"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me, Says "I'd bring you some&lt;br /&gt;but we're out of 'm, you picked the wrong time to come"&lt;br /&gt;Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "I would if I could, but,&lt;br /&gt;I don't do sketches from memory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well", she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or haven't you looked?"&lt;br /&gt;I say," all right, I know, but I don't have my drawing book!"&lt;br /&gt;She gives me a napkin, she says, "you can do it on that"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "yes I could but,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my pencil is at!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulls one out from behind her ear&lt;br /&gt;She says "all right now, go ahead, draw me, I'm standing right here"&lt;br /&gt;I make a few lines, and I show it for her to see&lt;br /&gt;Well she takes a napkin and throws it back&lt;br /&gt;And says "that don't look a thing like me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Oh, kind miss, it most certainly does"&lt;br /&gt;She says, "you must be jokin.'" I say, "I wish I was!"&lt;br /&gt;Then she says, "you don't read women authors, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;Least that's what I think I hear her say,&lt;br /&gt;"Well", I say, "how would you know and what would it matter anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well", she says, "you just don't seem like you do!"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "you're way wrong."&lt;br /&gt;She says, "which ones have you read then?" I say, "I read Erica Jong!"&lt;br /&gt;She goes away for a minute and I slide up out of my chair&lt;br /&gt;I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart's in the Highlands, with the horses and hounds&lt;br /&gt;Way up in the border country, far from the towns&lt;br /&gt;With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in the Highlands&lt;br /&gt;Can't see any other way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is the same thing out the door&lt;br /&gt;Feel further away then ever before&lt;br /&gt;Some things in life, it gets too late to learn&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm lost somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I must have made a few bad turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://bobdylan.com/songs/highlands.html"&gt;Highlands&lt;/a&gt;, Bob Dylan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112553319010987729?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112553319010987729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112553319010987729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112553319010987729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112553319010987729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-encounter.html' title='Another encounter'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112545830001335419</id><published>2005-08-30T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:50:25.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She gets it, they don't</title><content type='html'>The parcel of ground that Jacob gave to his son Joseph was in Samaria.  Jacob's well was still there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to that place, and his disciples went into the nearby city of Sychar to buy meat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weary from the journey, Jesus sat down by the well.  A woman came along to draw from the well, and Jesus asked her for a drink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geomancy.org/sacred_space/old_sacred_space/glastonbury/chalice-well/welcovr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.geomancy.org/sacred_space/old_sacred_space/glastonbury/chalice-well/welcovr.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This piqued her curiosity, because the Jews had no dealings with the Samaritans.  She asked him, "Why would you, a Jew, ask for water from me, a woman of Samaria?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus replied, "If you knew the gift of God, and if you knew the one who asked you, you would have asked him for a drink of living water, and he would have given it to you."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have nothing to draw with," she said, "and this well is deep.  Where will you get that 'living water'?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you claim to be greater than our father Jacob who drank from this well himself, and gave the water to his children and cattle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever drinks this water will thirst again.  But if someone drinks the water I give her, she will never thirst, for a well will spring up within her that will last forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then give me this water, so I'll no longer be thirsty or need to come here to draw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go and call your husband, and bring him here with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's true; he's not your husband.  But you have had five of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see.  So you're a prophet.  Tell me this then: Our fathers worshipped on this mountain.  Do you say that we should worship in Jerusalem instead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't even know what you worship here; at least in Jerusalem we know what we worship. But believe me, the hour is coming, and is here now, when you will no longer need to worship on this mountain or in Jerusalem.  For God is Spirit, and is seeking those who worship in spirit and in truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that the one who is called Christ is coming, and when he comes, he will tell us all things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am that One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, his disciples returned, and the woman went away, leaving her waterpot behind.  She told many people in the city what had happened, and they returned with her to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the disciples marvelled that he had been talking with this woman, but no one asked him why.  Instead, they offered him some meat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he said to them, "I have meat to eat that you don't even know about."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the disciples said to one another, "Did somebody bring him food already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus said to them, "My meat is to do the will of the One that sent me, and to finish His work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John 4:5-34, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;retranslated &lt;/span&gt;from the King James version&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112545830001335419?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112545830001335419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112545830001335419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112545830001335419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112545830001335419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-gets-it-they-dont.html' title='She gets it, they don&apos;t'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112533597282014084</id><published>2005-08-29T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:19:32.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to remember</title><content type='html'>"While the human spirit cannot be entirely extinguished, it is highly susceptible to environmental factors. For instance, humanity is more easily manipulated than other species. Humanity will work incessantly for peanuts, as they say, or for an idea or goal that may not be in its own best interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mosaicoperlascuola.it/tavolette-27X35/01%20a%20Pinocchio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mosaicoperlascuola.it/tavolette-27X35/01%20a%20Pinocchio.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you remember the story of Pinocchio? He very much wanted to become a real boy instead of a wooden toy. Humanity very much wants to become an enlightened species and not an automated puppet race. Pinocchio tried very hard to remember all the wonderful rewards that would be his if he could just remember and keep the promises he had made to himself and to his father, Gepetto. Humanity, individually and collectively is also trying very hard to recall the commitments it has made to itself and to the Divine Purpose, or Father/All That Is that guides it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio had help from a fairy and from a cricket. Humanity also receives assistance from the seen and the unseen, as well as from heaven and earth. Pinocchio was easily deceived. He followed those who had little or no reputation of which to speak, because the promises they made sounded almost too good to be true . . . and they were. The characters in the story could no more keep the promises they made than those who make promises to humanity today can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales are stories about imaginary beings or events that convey or contain a message. They are improbable invented accounts that are told to children, but see how easily they become real life examples? Pinocchio traveled long and far. He experienced hunger, disappointment, deceit, imprisonment, lack, cold, and a variety of other physical and emotional tortures. All the while he was trying to get back home, back to his father, back to the place where it all began. Humanity wants the same. It wants to become real, or self-realized, do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Tales are sometimes read to children so that they will go to sleep and dream. The intention of these words is to wake you from the long sleep and the dream that has already replayed itself one too many times. This story and the dreamtime that accompanies it has nothing else to teach you and nowhere else to take you. There are many roads and many realities that can take you home now, but you must endeavor to mark this distance by your own choice and by the decisions and steps you now take. Assistance is still yours for the asking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://thepeacefulplanet.com/nocause.html"&gt;Pepper Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112533597282014084?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112533597282014084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112533597282014084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112533597282014084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112533597282014084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/trying-to-remember.html' title='Trying to remember'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112501399606274339</id><published>2005-08-25T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:10:06.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Brewer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wirz.de/music/brewer/grafik/brewer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wirz.de/music/brewer/grafik/brewer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the early 80's, I used to trek uptown with my college pals to hear Jim Brewer play at the No Exit Cafe.  It was a little folkclub coffeehouse that drew some really fine performers out of the Chicago 'hoods.  The musicians played for tips.  Sitting in the No Exit, I felt like I was listening to music that was real, and important, participating in something that reminded us that we were humans, and that our stories mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name "No Exit" came from Sartre's one-act existentialist play.  I think existentialism basically says, "this is it, savor the moment (or not)".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote an earnest poem about the place for one of my English classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Cider&lt;br /&gt;Spearmint Tea&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, we don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;Mocha?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Coffee?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Exit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bit of one of Jim's songs, &lt;a href="http://www.emusic.com/m3u/song/10585517/10511215.m3u"&gt;Long Ways From Home&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those college pals, Slick, gave me a copy of a JB recording, but it's all one track, 43 minutes long.  oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come back baby&lt;br /&gt;Can't we talk it over, &lt;br /&gt;Lord, one more time . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112501399606274339?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112501399606274339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112501399606274339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112501399606274339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112501399606274339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/jim-brewer.html' title='Jim Brewer'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112484364901679403</id><published>2005-08-23T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:36:26.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion</title><content type='html'>Can't find a church that works for you?  This is America, sister - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ulc.org/"&gt;start your own!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. maybe someone will like it, and join you ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112484364901679403?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112484364901679403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112484364901679403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112484364901679403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112484364901679403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/religion.html' title='Religion'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112472303522309266</id><published>2005-08-22T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:56:42.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruby_slippers"&gt;&lt;img style="float:top; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Hills/6396/slippers.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are YOUR ruby slippers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112472303522309266?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112472303522309266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112472303522309266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112472303522309266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112472303522309266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like Home'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112448665146314711</id><published>2005-08-19T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:24:11.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop masturbating, marry a millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~loveguru/start.htm"&gt;Lucky in Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112448665146314711?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112432685612794263</id><published>2005-08-17T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:07:07.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GW explains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wizmical.com/images/catapult.mp3"&gt;over and over and over again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112432685612794263?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112432685612794263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112432685612794263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112429355542701546?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112429355542701546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112429355542701546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112429355542701546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112429355542701546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-say-you-want-revolution.html' title='You say you want a revolution'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112428777581623358</id><published>2005-08-17T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:14:24.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>War games</title><content type='html'>"ism": a fundamental belief in some ideology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"terror": extreme fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, terrorism is intended to manifest extreme fear. The more people you can make afraid, and the more afraid you can make them, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would seem to be a likely reason for willfully killing, maiming, threatening and torturing civilians. It seems to me that an "honorable" war would be fought with different intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some questions to consider would be: Who are the people who are being made afraid, and who's willfully making them afraid? Then you will find out who the ideological terrorists are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do about it? Offer some sacrament and release our own fears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112428777581623358?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112428777581623358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112428777581623358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112428777581623358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112428777581623358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/war-games.html' title='War games'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112423987711240772</id><published>2005-08-16T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:51:17.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Banking information</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos23.flickr.com/29551128_f6e02f6712.jpg"&gt;http://photos23.flickr.com/29551128_f6e02f6712.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112423987711240772?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112423987711240772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112423987711240772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112423987711240772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112423987711240772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/banking-information.html' title='Banking information'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112423900636085657</id><published>2005-08-16T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:36:46.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating information</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.defectiveyeti.com/archives/001397.html"&gt;http://www.defectiveyeti.com/archives/001397.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112423900636085657?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112423900636085657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112423900636085657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112423900636085657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112423900636085657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/dating-information.html' title='Dating information'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112423774312373203</id><published>2005-08-16T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:15:43.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic powers</title><content type='html'>The door just opened and the cat walked in.  Then the door closed behind her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112423774312373203?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112423774312373203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112423774312373203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112423774312373203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112423774312373203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/magic-powers.html' title='Magic powers'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112415091131273017</id><published>2005-08-15T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:12:03.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Goose</title><content type='html'>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,&lt;br /&gt;To see an old lady upon a white horse;&lt;br /&gt;Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,&lt;br /&gt;And so she makes music wherever she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you, if I may.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to the meadow to see them a-mowing,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to help them make hay."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112415091131273017?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112415091131273017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112415091131273017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112415091131273017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112415091131273017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/mother-goose.html' title='Mother Goose'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112406272438579685</id><published>2005-08-14T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:38:44.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I really wanted to hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.astrologysoftware.com/new%5Foracles/"&gt;Ask the Oracle . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112406272438579685?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112406272438579685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112406272438579685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112406272438579685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112406272438579685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-what-i-really-wanted-to-hear.html' title='Not what I really wanted to hear'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112367640899140423</id><published>2005-08-10T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:25:59.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't move!</title><content type='html'>Do you feel like you need more movement in your life?  Having trouble laying still in bed after sitting at your desk, in your car, at the table, in the easy chair?  We have a drug for that:  &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.requip.com/requip_right_for_me.html"&gt;requip&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sarcasm aside, and recognizing the fact that the drug companies (represented in our executive branch by Mr. Rumsfeld) are among the ruling class, and acknowledging that some people may really have tingly legs that are driving them nuts, there is nothing healthier than movement.  However, if you want to be a corporate zombie, then learning not to move much can be a real asset.  Ok, maybe I couldn't shake the irony.  I need to shake my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move baby!  Shake it but don't break it! &lt;br /&gt;dance dance dance dance &lt;br /&gt;dance dance dance dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizmical.com/images/getupoff.wav"&gt;DANCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112367640899140423?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112367640899140423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112367640899140423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112367640899140423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112367640899140423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-move.html' title='Don&apos;t move!'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112309864583319548</id><published>2005-08-03T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:51:58.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Science fiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.operationterra.com/News/index.html"&gt;Operation Terra - the journey continues . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fasten your seat belt (if you think it will help).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112309864583319548?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112309864583319548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112309864583319548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112309864583319548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112309864583319548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/08/science-fiction.html' title='Science fiction?'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112281800587289093</id><published>2005-07-31T07:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T11:51:08.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever, Wherever</title><content type='html'>Last night I drove to Vermont. Vermont is another world, you know as soon as you cross the border that something has shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're heading to Jado's birthday party, you'll want to turn left at the General Store. Head up the hill for four miles. Turn right on South Valley road. You'll see some hills and cows. After about a mile, you'll see some balloons tied to a tree. Follow them down another dirt road, named after the brook. Park anywhere you like - on the road, in the field, you can't get much further unless you brought your bike, or some sturdy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring some tasty pot luck item. And a cooler with ice if you want to keep your beverages cold. Every so often they run the generator to fill up the tank, so they can have running water in the kitchen sink. That's cause there's no electricity, but they do have a telephone line. If you want to use your cell, you might get a bar if you drive back to the main road and wave it around in the air. Bathroom's out back, past the firepit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I went to Jado's birthday party, he was two. Now he's four. He's aging exponentially! It must be all that fresh air. I wonder what it's like to live without all the constant bombardment of mechanical electrical fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'm noticing at this party is how different people's ways are of engaging with friends and strangers. Will parents talk to their kid's friends, or do they start with so many assumptions that there's not much left to talk about after the introductions? Why does my friend's new partner shy away from me? I want to know her, to find out all about her, to drink in her delightful presence, to sense the pleasure of my good friend's newfound love, but she acts like I don't exist. Why does Jado's mom act like she doesn't know me? The last few times I saw her we had a pleasant dinner together, she asked me to call her. Do they think their boyfriends will be jealous? What's that about? This man they love will punish them somehow for opening up to anyone but himself? Maybe it's fear of losing something that they hold more dearly than random friendship. Do they not trust me, or do they not trust themselves? Will I break their hearts in a simple conversation? Will I take them out behind the woodshed and wrestle them down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks in Vermont keep their guitars close at hand. Even though there may not be much to talk about, dad's layin down some real fine Neil Young tracks over coffeehouse coworker's chords. The Israeli couscous is the potluck flava sensation. The Long Trail blueberry wheat beer tastes really good - I'm glad I didn't read the label. The unlabeled 22 oz bottles looked mysteriously alluring: new boyfriend works at the brewery in town, where they make some strange and powerful nectar. Dreadlock friend pulls a bag of Mother herb from his overalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the neighbors. Their little cabin is nowhere to be seen. They're substitute teachers, so there's no work this summer. But they live simply. Entertainment is working in the garden or hiking up to the pond to watch the beavers and blue herons. She wasn't afraid to talk to me, she was all sweetness and smiles. He didn't seem jealous at all. They're moving to Montana soon, I'll probably never see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montana people didn't run for shelter when raindrops fell from the sky. Then a rainbow appeared over Jado's pile of presents. He got a new bike with some very cool spaceship blueish headlights and red tail lights. He also got a sword that does alot more for you than your cell phone when you wave it around in the air - it makes big bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://human-highway.com/lyrics/lyrics-17.html"&gt; I'm going' back to my house&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not goin' now&lt;br /&gt;It's too early to be leaving here, somehow&lt;br /&gt;Let me bore you with this story&lt;br /&gt;"How my lover let me down"&lt;br /&gt;While I borrow seeds of sadness&lt;br /&gt;From the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neil Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112281800587289093?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112281800587289093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112281800587289093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112281800587289093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112281800587289093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/whenever-wherever.html' title='Whenever, Wherever'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112212175065292330</id><published>2005-07-23T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:17:38.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm falling in love, with Stella. I met her at a bar in Manhattan - she was smooth and bubbly and exotic. I liked her, but I really wasn't too interested. I thought she was out of reach. My friend Tim, the investment banker, picked up the tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over a year later, it's summertime, people are wearing less and less clothing, and who should I see at the Whole Foods Market, but Stella? We live over two hours north of the big city. Lot's of folks come up here when they feel like unwinding a bit. You can find a cool swimming hole that only you and your friends know about (or maybe some of their friends, and a few people with insiders guides, or the right connections, you know how it goes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I brought her home. We fired up the grill. Our house has a regal back porch with a comfy sofa for two. The house was built in the mid-1800's, and back then, it had a main street address, with a long drive leading up to the stone steps. The steps climb a small hill, with 3 terraces, and the porch is at the top. Billy, who used to live here until he moved to an airstream in Utah, said this place is forever lodged in his mind, like some kind of mayan temple. His girlfriend's name is Stella. They used to have my room, and Stella used to have my muffin job. It's a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turns out that my housemate Rishi likes Stella too. It's alright. She's always liked girls, it's the ignorance and the politics she couldn't handle. So we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Stella loves the big city. She likes to stay up late and party, and we go to bed pretty early up here in the hilltowns. So she comes and goes, but she's always welcome. Now she's here for the weekend. I have to work today, Saturday is the busiest day of the week at the market &amp; deli. But I'm looking forward to this evening. We'll sit on the porch and watch the sun go down behind the hills. At dusk, the bats come along hunting for mosquitos, and when the sky gets too dark to see the bats, the fireflies begin their mating ritual. There are lots of stars in the sky on a clear night, until the moon comes out to shine much brighter than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you're welcome to come and visit us too.&lt;br /&gt;We'll save some for you ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stella-artois.com/enjoy/"&gt;stella's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112212175065292330?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112212175065292330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112212175065292330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112212175065292330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112212175065292330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112196712349825359</id><published>2005-07-21T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:32:03.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I don't speak right</title><content type='html'>but I still know what i'm talkin about . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be friends?&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be friends?&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be friends?&lt;br /&gt;why can't we be friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112196712349825359?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112196712349825359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112196712349825359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112196712349825359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112196712349825359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/sometimes-i-dont-speak-right.html' title='sometimes I don&apos;t speak right'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112188740159778247</id><published>2005-07-20T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T15:23:21.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation</title><content type='html'>Today I was on my feet for over 8 hours, making muffins and scones, soups and salads, coffees and cream cheeses. Why? Because for the first time in over 8 months, somebody's paying me to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think about that last statement. Am I making that up?  Well let's see.  Lynda gave me gas money for driving her from NYC to NC.  Peter gave me gas money for taking them to the airport.  I think that's about it.  Good thing there's more to life than money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like vacation . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a romantic dreamer like me, you might dig this newsletter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tablethotels.com/emailAlerts/Mailing?m=251&amp;amp;news=251"&gt;TabletHotels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112188740159778247?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112188740159778247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112188740159778247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112188740159778247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112188740159778247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112160117943351425</id><published>2005-07-17T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:55:10.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the tingly white glow</title><content type='html'>Jesus said, "yo, I stand at your door and knock.  If anyone let's me in, we're gonna burn some herbs and check out the tingly white glow."    rev 3:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who translated that book? A committee of old uptight european white men, perhaps?  I'm sure they're smart people with lots of language skills - and lots of theological opinions that have been honed through years of study.  But what if those centuries of layers of head-speak have taken us further and further away from what really happened back then, and we've built a whole religion around our opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking that I was just burning some herb myself.  Well I was burning a cigarette, and the smoke blew right into my sleeping neighbor's window.  I had a sense that that would happen, but I came up with some good explainations in my head that begged to differ.  "I'll hold it away, I'll blow it away, I'll wave it away."  I retranslated the book.  Sure enough, I heard him rumbling around in there fumbling with the shutters, trying to get his window closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have my experience of coffee and cigarettes in the garden while typing on my wireless notebook.  It always looks so cool when you see people computing in exotic places in the magazine photos.  But I probably don't look too serene, because I'm squinting to see the screen.  I think I'll just sit back and enjoy the tingly white glow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112160117943351425?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112160117943351425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112160117943351425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112160117943351425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112160117943351425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/tingly-white-glow.html' title='the tingly white glow'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112125655370620656</id><published>2005-07-13T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:05:22.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reveal</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): There is a proverb from the American culture of the early 21st century that I'd like to run by you, Libra: "Never reveal all you know, confess everything you feel, show how much you care, or give all you have." According to my astrological analysis, this is the worst possible advice you could receive in order to thrive in the coming weeks. In fact, if it were up to me, you'd do just the opposite. I understand if you can't bring yourself to do that, especially if you're an American. Nonetheless, that's what would be good for you. - &lt;a href="http://www.freewillastrology.com/"&gt;Rob Brezsny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rob. You always manage to speak directly to me, and my housemate, and probably all your 30,000 newsletter subscribers, plus the multitudes who look forward to your weekly column in their favorite paper. Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stalling . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I got the call. They offered me the job. I'm going to be baking muffins and warming up the bagels and filling the pumpsters with coffee for our little village. It seems like a noble cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like good timing too, because I'll probably start on the day before (or the day after) I run out of money. This is the way Spirit operates in my life. Four+ years after I left my corporate job to seek a more meaningful existence, I'm baking muffins. That said, even though I've been running on fumes financially for a long time now, I'm living well. That's how the Universe operates. We get what we expect, what we envision, what we allow ourselves to receive. I haven't quite figured out how to raise the bar yet, but I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112125655370620656?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112125655370620656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112125655370620656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112125655370620656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112125655370620656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/reveal.html' title='reveal'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112113938594241504</id><published>2005-07-11T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:09:50.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is only yourself</title><content type='html'>If you are now feeling distressed by that last post, consider this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Matrix"&gt;it is not the spoon that bends&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112113938594241504?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112113938594241504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112113938594241504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112113938594241504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112113938594241504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-is-only-yourself.html' title='It is only yourself'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112109067708916946</id><published>2005-07-11T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:12:54.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye cruel world!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who haven't been paying attention, here's some trippy shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.operationterra.com/News/index.html"&gt;Operation Terra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112109067708916946?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112109067708916946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112109067708916946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112109067708916946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112109067708916946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/goodbye-cruel-world.html' title='Goodbye cruel world!'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112100170196616968</id><published>2005-07-10T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:14:22.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What faith you are</title><content type='html'>I don't actually write much on my blogs, so this is a bit daunting, like dipping my foot in the water for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, who has time for all this blogging? And how many times do I have to use the word "blog"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for me, the question is not what faith do you subscribe to, but what faith "you are". I met someone in town who went to the same college I did, where you had to subscribe to a certain set of christian beliefs and values just to get in. Then if you got caught being bad, you could get kicked out. She told me that she used to go into the new gym that was still under construction, to smoke some sacrament (herb, you know, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=weed"&gt;weed&lt;/a&gt;) in the big empty space when no one else was around. She never got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Janice is a recovering "belief slut" (her words), and an artist who makes collages of lips and gets involved in community projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about the "faith you are" is that no one can kick you out but yourself. And I think that we all have to do it to get into this world and join a family and a society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to answer simply, I was a christian, now I'm just exploring reality. For that story, please see my other blogs ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112100170196616968?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112100170196616968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112100170196616968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112100170196616968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112100170196616968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-faith-you-are_10.html' title='What faith you are'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14338134.post-112091934133685163</id><published>2005-07-09T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:16:19.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One blog to the next</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a long long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;i had another blog . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wizmical.com/"&gt;whimsical magic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14338134-112091934133685163?l=waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/feeds/112091934133685163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14338134&amp;postID=112091934133685163' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112091934133685163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14338134/posts/default/112091934133685163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waterflowingunderground.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-blog-to-next.html' title='One blog to the next'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12996179590734043601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
