<?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-7754976439291771125</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:12:19.603-04:00</updated><category term='meditation'/><category term='buddhism'/><category term='big sit'/><category term='Fuck Head'/><category term='words'/><category term='food'/><category term='computer'/><category term='muze'/><category term='zen'/><category term='garden'/><category term='ubuntu'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Dalai Lama'/><category term='Hunters Creek'/><category term='Hiking'/><title type='text'>Beau Fleuve Eclectic Zen</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings of an eclectic post 60's free thinker on varied topics pertaining to my city (Buffalo) and whatever I'm doing or thinking at the moment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-6814178791596096254</id><published>2009-05-22T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:30:58.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><title type='text'>Sit Update</title><content type='html'>I've been silent for a while, just really trying to deal with life.  Sometimes successfully, sometimes not, but so it goes.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say except.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respond, not react&lt;br /&gt;Accept, don't resist&lt;br /&gt;External is really the new internal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 89, 3 misses, but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-6814178791596096254?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/6814178791596096254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=6814178791596096254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/6814178791596096254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/6814178791596096254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/05/sit-update.html' title='Sit Update'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-7882184989567010191</id><published>2009-04-02T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:16:00.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sitting</title><content type='html'>I've made 4 weeks as of yesterday. I would say that sitting is getting easier, but I don't want to grade the experience. I am having less trouble with my "Monkey Mind", although keeping him in check was always manageable. What has been getting better is keeping my body in check, just sitting and keeping my fidgeting to a minimum is better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is getting a little more comfortable sitting on a daily basis, and that's helped allow me to concentrate on my breath even more. It may soon be time to move onto other aspects of meditiation, but for now, still the breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always the breath&lt;br /&gt;In...&lt;br /&gt;Out..&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Hum...&lt;br /&gt;In...&lt;br /&gt;Out...&lt;br /&gt;Rise...&lt;br /&gt;Fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindfully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-7882184989567010191?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/7882184989567010191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=7882184989567010191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7882184989567010191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7882184989567010191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-sitting.html' title='Still Sitting'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-6135023164292952908</id><published>2009-04-02T09:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:15:43.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been away from here.......</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting this spot, but to get back in the swing of things, I'm cross posting the next post from my Tricycle blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then more later.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-6135023164292952908?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/6135023164292952908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=6135023164292952908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/6135023164292952908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/6135023164292952908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-away-from-here.html' title='Been away from here.......'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-8368190418536972638</id><published>2009-03-16T08:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:48:06.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><title type='text'>3 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sb5KcukS9hI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gF-fEbSfdws/s1600-h/quelle-surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sb5KcukS9hI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gF-fEbSfdws/s200/quelle-surprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313766467740825106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's right, 3 weeks, 21 days, 3 fourths of a lunar cycle, a little over 2 thirds of a month (non February... March to be exact).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sunday, March 15, 2009 was day 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very pleasant surprise also, I sat for 28 minutes.  Just kept falling into my self and becoming very relaxed.  I guess a couple of things about my sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I sit in a closet.  Yes, yes, many jokes to be made, but it's a walk in closet, much room to be had, not crowded by any means.  It's dark, but I keep the door cracked just a sliver and that provides a beam of light for focus when needed.  I really don't have much trouble with the dark anyway, my mind is much too active to have problem becoming drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I don't time my sits in the conventional way (you know, with some sort of clock, incense (not an option) or other timer.  I count my breaths, I have a set number of breaths that generally takes about 22 minutes depending on my state of being on the particular day.  Yesterday was 30 minutes.  That meant I was relatively slow in my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My respiration has slowed down in the last year since i started practicing yoga.   I am very cognisant of my breath and meditation has made me more so.  I try not to control it during meditation, just observe.  I think I've been able to do so most times, and yesterday I was aware of having a very slow breath but didn't think I would have been sitting 30 minutes.  I was just so relaxed I cold have sat for another 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, being a relative newbie at this, I'll not indulge myself.  One reason being that I am sitting Burmese style and it tends to be physically a challenge and even when I don't notice issues during a sit, they pop up later.  Something I learned from years of physical activity (running, skiing, hiking, biking) is that during a really, really good session.....don't push too hard, it'll catch up to you.  More so as the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 3 weeks came and went yesterday.  I noted it, acknowledged it, let it pass.  On to 22, it will be a new experience and not the same as 21 was or 23 will be, it'll just be 22, later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-8368190418536972638?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/8368190418536972638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=8368190418536972638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/8368190418536972638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/8368190418536972638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-weeks.html' title='3 Weeks'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sb5KcukS9hI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gF-fEbSfdws/s72-c/quelle-surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-8284899899011819074</id><published>2009-03-11T14:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:49:57.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-8284899899011819074?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/8284899899011819074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=8284899899011819074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/8284899899011819074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/8284899899011819074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/03/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-358132840559255697</id><published>2009-03-11T07:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:21:10.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalai Lama'/><title type='text'>Dalai Lama Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SbelFNh6KVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Drp77GC3QLY/s1600-h/DLR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SbelFNh6KVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Drp77GC3QLY/s200/DLR2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311895794456602962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Dalai Lama Renaissance last evening.  The film was about a group of 40+ of the world leading / cutting edge thinkers in a eclectic (love using this word) array of disciplines, who travel together to Dharamsala.  They brainstorm ideas to present to the Dalai Lama with the purpose of addressing some of the worlds biggest problems (environmental, poverty, health concerns, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that was evident was how dysfunctional the group really is.  They are very passionate about what they are doing, but because many of these people are leaders in their fields, compromise is, shall we say, a challenge.  Whatever structure designed to underlay the conference soon breaks down, and everyone (invitees and guests alike) start mugging for their opportunity to present their ideas for discussion and to the Dalai Lama personally.  At least some of them were aware of it.  Fred Alan Wolf went so far as saying he knew he's asshole.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real gem behind this though was the Dalai Lama himself.  When presented with the idea of exerting economical pressure on China to address the Tibet problem, he GRACIOUSLY......I repeat, eloquently and graciously deferred the groups focus from this proposal.  When pushed he said that this would only be an option if it did not harm the lives of the Chinese people.  A stipulation that he knew could not be met.  In doing this he offered his support, while placing a condition on it that would make the proposal impossible, offering a Win / Win for all involved.  He went on to say any action &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; benefit &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; Tibet and China together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the many themes presented here, the one that is most lasting is that of the Dalai Lama's compassion and happiness.  From reading and hearing other accounts of encounters with His Holiness, this is an accurate portrayal.  The Dalai Lama is interested in everyone he encounters, equally, without judgment.  He is genuinely interested, and cares for all who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grace his&lt;/span&gt; presence.  And that is just it!  He seems to always present the impression that he is blessed to be in your presence.  Let me say he does not only present this as his image, this is how he is.  This is why he is so very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one scene he is talking about being bitten by a mosquito and after a bit the entire crowd, Dalai Lama included, break into laughter.  He is seen laughing and smiling so many times it is contagious.  I think back to my own religious upbringing (Catholic) and the Dalai Lama's sense of humor in daily life was severely  lacking.  I could not in my wildest dreams, imagine a Pope, being as earthly and jovial and good natured and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVING&lt;/span&gt; as the Dalai Lama.  I certainly offer him my sincere gratitude for being himself.  I wish and hope he is with us, in current incarnation, far a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Big Sit on to Day 17 today (16 done).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-358132840559255697?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/358132840559255697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=358132840559255697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/358132840559255697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/358132840559255697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/03/dalai-lama-express.html' title='Dalai Lama Express'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SbelFNh6KVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Drp77GC3QLY/s72-c/DLR2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-3064944717903716228</id><published>2009-03-06T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:16:20.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><title type='text'>But This One Goes To 11.............</title><content type='html'>Well hopefully it goes up to 90 (or more) but couldn't pass up on this Spinal Tap line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/Mky63h0tsfZPTEGXafLu3LdeuCXLk-QXsUXifMXMjK8pbWil1Jc6Yx66AThipKDVh48eTE*wvTq8c1W904LX9yt6s5HEYRFD/spinal_tap_but_it_goes_to_eleven.jpg?width=300" alt="" height="168" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 down, 79 to go, going strong. By and far no problems, some sits are better than others, but I need to stop that, access for learning sake, but stop judging, it's not helpful. Really what is helpful is sitting, every sit is good, because it's a sit. Every sit is different, but that's just it, they are different. Not better, not worse, just different, just sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once thing I have noticed is my back is getting looser. I still can't sit in the morning (unless I use a chair) but I'm not getting hot spots in the lower back after the sits anymore. I am however starting to get a little knee tenderness and back of the thigh, glute pulling in one leg. Need to ease off a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to Day 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-3064944717903716228?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/3064944717903716228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=3064944717903716228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3064944717903716228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3064944717903716228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-this-one-goes-to-11.html' title='But This One Goes To 11.............'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-3267855409531761108</id><published>2009-03-05T19:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:00:00.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><title type='text'>Washing the Rice</title><content type='html'>"The Miracle of Mindfulness."   It was written by a Buddhist monk named Thich Nhat Hahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sa_-LpNb1YI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8wpK6UMK8Q0/s1600-h/nhat-hahn-dekar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sa_-LpNb1YI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8wpK6UMK8Q0/s200/nhat-hahn-dekar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309741961687324034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "While washing the dishes one should only be washing the dishes, which means that while washing the dishes one should be completely aware of the fact that one is washing the dishes. At first glance, that might seem a little silly: why put so much stress on a simple thing? But that's precisely the point. The fact that I am standing there and washing these bowls is a wondrous reality. I'm being completely myself, following my breath, conscious of my presence, and conscious of my thoughts and actions. There's no way I can be tossed around mindlessly like a bottle slapped here and there on the waves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like the proverbial "stranger in a strange land".  Our culture values productivity, espousing multi-tasking as a way of getting there, just as Buddhism values happiness and espouses the Eight Fold Path as its method.  Society looks at washing the dishes as a necessary evil to be endured.   No value placed in it what so ever, when we are wealthy enough, we pay someone else to do it for us (as little as we possibly can most often).   This however, is our folly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking the time to be present only contributes and reinforces our busy "Monkey Mind".   Even something as trivial as washing the dishes, or mowing the lawn or even washing the rice (as the Buddhist monk's saying goes) has immense inherent merit.  When washing the dishes, feel the plate, the cloth, the warm pool of water, the way the rinse water feels different, the soil on the plate through the cloth as it is cleansed.   Only then, after the dishes are done, do move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on the you son or daughter, your mother or father, your husband or wife, your loved one(s) and when you do move on, give them 100 percent of your attention, as you did the dishes. Focus, only on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are spending time with your loved ones, be truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; with them as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-3267855409531761108?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/3267855409531761108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=3267855409531761108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3267855409531761108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3267855409531761108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/03/washing-rice.html' title='Washing the Rice'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sa_-LpNb1YI/AAAAAAAAAe8/8wpK6UMK8Q0/s72-c/nhat-hahn-dekar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-3358570691681211993</id><published>2009-03-02T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:00:00.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><title type='text'>One Week Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sawz5f_nvCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kSxlVOFxyLA/s1600-h/number1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sawz5f_nvCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kSxlVOFxyLA/s200/number1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308675123696876578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting sure got easier as the week went on.  I had challenges and some relaxation during the past week, sort of went through the extremes, but everything worked out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this with minimal experience, 4 sessions under my belt and those were using mantra and visualization methods.  During my own personal sits, I have been mostly using breath and thought awareness.  At this point for me, it's better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind tends to be quite busy, and visualization is a bit difficult right now.  I was listening to a couple of talks on Meditation this weekend (Jack Kornfield and Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche at Spirit Rock 04 02 2007 /available on &lt;a href="http://www.dharmaseed.org/"&gt;Dharmaseed.org&lt;/a&gt;) and in these talks a busy mind was described as a "Monkey Mind".   Well, my mind is 2 Monkeys gibbering away to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, my biggest problem, not just in meditation, not really in meditation at all, but in daily life,  is concentration.  I have so much trouble concentrating, not because of outside distractions,  I can ignore the outside world pretty well, but it's inside distractions that make me be scattered.  I have so may thoughts that following one to fruition is almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one thing that I think meditation is helping with now, even after only a couple of handfuls of sessions.  They are not really long sits, 20-30 minutes tops, but they make me so much more attentive to my mind, and able to let things pass without focusing attention on the new, arising thoughts.  Yesterday's (Day 7) sit was good.  In fact it lasted almost 25 minutes (normally) 20, because I just plain didn't realize it had been that long.  I haven't been timing my sits because I generally get up early and then go back to finish up, so it surprised me when I saw it had been almost 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next 83 days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-3358570691681211993?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/3358570691681211993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=3358570691681211993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3358570691681211993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3358570691681211993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-week-down.html' title='One Week Down'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/Sawz5f_nvCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kSxlVOFxyLA/s72-c/number1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-7822557539373558088</id><published>2009-02-28T12:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:26:21.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><title type='text'>5, 6 Pick Up Sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SamBv0NMOOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/D4YqdgyLsPs/s1600-h/Stellaris_Yin_Yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SamBv0NMOOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/D4YqdgyLsPs/s200/Stellaris_Yin_Yang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307916294300645602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days 5 an 6 of the &lt;a href="http://www.tricycle.com/-practice/the-big-sit"&gt;Big Sit&lt;/a&gt; were certainly challenging....but for very different reasons.  Day 5's sit was Friday night after dinner and day 6 was late morning after Yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 was strangely the better of the two.  I've been sitting in the evening, mainly because my body isn't quite flexible enough early in the morning to comfortably sit.  My evening sits are after work, dinner and dinner clean up so it's really a change of pace to sit.  Mentally it usually takes a few minutes to settle in from being active and engaged to sitting and being mindful.  Physically though it is much easier, my body is quite relaxed and ready to just settle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I actually was surprised to wind up cooking (I hadn't expected it), but after the initial jolt of changing pace to cooking mode, I did loose my edge and settle nicely.  Dinner actually came out very well, best batch of potato pancakes I think I've made.  Clean up was pretty easy and then a quick shower, shave and ready to sit.  But was sitting ready for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally sit in our closet, is that a bit strange?  Maybe, but the closet provides an escape from the menagerie that is normally home life (wife, teenage daughter, 2 dogs, 2 cats).  So I go up to the closet and my daughter is in the shower and the boom box is blaring.  OK, now this is going to be a challenge.  We'll if Noah Levine can meditate in chaos, well hey, then so can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise, the noise was actually easy to tune out, I didn't pay any attention to it, just my breath.  My breath concentration was the best it has been yet, and my body was very relaxed.  twenty minutes felt like 10 and it just flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, in contrast was so difficult to settle.  That was surprising also, because I had been to yoga in the morning, I was very relaxed and stretched out and my mind was really very still.  When I went to sit however, I settled right in for about the first 7 or 8 minutes, then it was a fight.  Total fidgeting, couldn't sit still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe  it was the unrealistic expectation of having been to yoga and being calm, just couldn't live up to it.  So Days 5 &amp;amp; 6 were certainly a Yin / Yang experience,  that the more I think about, seems clear to be the result of differing expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5, low expectations, high distraction level but good sit.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, high expectations, low distraction level, poor sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the sits were actually the same, I just perceived them differently.  A lesson to ponder perhaps........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-7822557539373558088?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/7822557539373558088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=7822557539373558088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7822557539373558088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7822557539373558088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-6-pick-up-sticks.html' title='5, 6 Pick Up Sticks'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SamBv0NMOOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/D4YqdgyLsPs/s72-c/Stellaris_Yin_Yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-2534622041825456039</id><published>2009-02-27T11:10:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:15:19.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck Head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><title type='text'>Yes Dear</title><content type='html'>Early on in our marriage my wife and I had a conversation where she explained a little bit about the different natures of Mars and Venus.  It had to do with our interactions after we came home from work and we both settled in to make dinner, deal with the kid, pets, house etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic point of the conversation was that, when she came home she needed to tell me certin things about her day.  These things may have been something funny, or something that irked her, or some problem she ran into.  Invariably, I would try and offer my take on her issues, offering suggested ways to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mistake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't, doesn't, will never want any information of this nature during these venting, decompressing, ranting episodes.  Maybe later, but not now, not unless she asks.   Just listen........that's all, just listen and be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning this was so very difficult, but over the years I have gotten better at this.   I have come to refer to this as our "Yes Dear" time.  We have together time, private time, alone time to name a few....and we also have "Yes Dear" time.  On some of these occasions she will rant about stupid Co-workers or customers or her boss.   Yesterday a customer, nothing particularly spectacular about this tale when compared with the many that have preceded it, but this one was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called him a "FuckHead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on to make many grandiose statements about his Fuckheadedness and other fuckheads, but generally, was overwhelmed but his extreme Fuckhead act of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her honor I will now create a new series of posts, in the vein of Jeff Foxworthy's "You Might Be A Redneck" shtick, we now have "You might be a fuckhead...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a special &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Might Be a Fuckhead"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SagUCkEBH1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/SQVsZUwX2lE/s1600-h/FuckHead.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SagUCkEBH1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/SQVsZUwX2lE/s320/FuckHead.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307514195128950610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to wrap this up here's the first of probably many honoree's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"If you try to return a recalled food product with only the receipt because you have already eaten the entire freakin' box of food that was recalled.........&lt;br /&gt;You Might Be a Fuckhead!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, by the way, &lt;a href="http://www.tricycle.com/-practice/the-big-sit"&gt;Big Sit&lt;/a&gt; Day 4 last night was the best yet, 15 minutes before antsyness set in.   A Real Good Sit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-2534622041825456039?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/2534622041825456039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=2534622041825456039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/2534622041825456039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/2534622041825456039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-dear.html' title='Yes Dear'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SagUCkEBH1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/SQVsZUwX2lE/s72-c/FuckHead.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-5631042749706527450</id><published>2009-02-25T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:22:43.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Three, It's a Magic Nmber</title><content type='html'>Three Up, Three Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to get into a rhythem here.  Getting easier to feel my breath.  Feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to #4 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-5631042749706527450?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/5631042749706527450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=5631042749706527450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5631042749706527450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5631042749706527450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-its-magic-nmber.html' title='Three, It&apos;s a Magic Nmber'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-1427217848979849929</id><published>2009-02-25T07:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:53:54.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>With a Little Help From My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SaVAEDUNuNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Rrc5d7YWH2A/s1600-h/42-15266449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SaVAEDUNuNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Rrc5d7YWH2A/s320/42-15266449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306718174279743698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that two days in it was needed, but there was a little help from my friends last night.  Been going to a regular &lt;a href="http://www.meetup.com/diamondwaybuffalo/"&gt;meditation group&lt;/a&gt; sitting on Tuesdays for a month or so now, and last night was Day 2 of the Big Sit.  The meeting was good, a nice 10 minute Dharma talk before the meditation and then some sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk was on Impermanence, something everyone needs a little more touch of in our daily lives in my view.  Just a little nod to the fact that things have changed, things are changing and things will always change.  Don't get too attached to the here and now, it won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, knowing it won't last, savor the moment.  Appreciate it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For, we may never pass this way again......"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-1427217848979849929?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/1427217848979849929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=1427217848979849929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/1427217848979849929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/1427217848979849929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='With a Little Help From My Friends'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SaVAEDUNuNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Rrc5d7YWH2A/s72-c/42-15266449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-7085929065132532246</id><published>2009-02-23T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:04:30.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big sit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Started !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SaNQQlFX0RI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ELhpOB4ShDE/s1600-h/zen_rocks.134230038_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SaNQQlFX0RI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ELhpOB4ShDE/s320/zen_rocks.134230038_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306173031735349522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 1st day of the Sit, first day of Sitting. A little unsure about myself, this is all very new to me. Lot's of readings and listening, at places &lt;a href="http://www.tricycle.com/"&gt;Tricycle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shambhalasun.com/index.php?option=content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=26&amp;amp;Itemid=161"&gt;Shambala Sun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.audiodharma.org/"&gt;Audio Dharma&lt;/a&gt; and many other places. There is lots of good information out there.  But there are certainly many different ways of sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation sure can be lots of different things. The most prevalent instruction / descriptions that have come across seem to be awareness of the breath and mindfulness. That's what the first attempt today involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just mind on the breath...&lt;br /&gt;mind on the breath...&lt;br /&gt;mind being aware.....&lt;br /&gt;oh, there's a thought......&lt;br /&gt;what is it.......&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's it.....&lt;br /&gt;let it go.....&lt;br /&gt;be aware.....&lt;br /&gt;another thought.....&lt;br /&gt;let it go......&lt;br /&gt;another thought....&lt;br /&gt;another thought....&lt;br /&gt;let it go.....&lt;br /&gt;let them all go.....&lt;br /&gt;breath.....&lt;br /&gt;mind on breath.....&lt;br /&gt;breath.....&lt;br /&gt;mind on breath.....&lt;br /&gt;mind on being aware.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open, time to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job self.......&lt;br /&gt;wait, no self......&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)......&lt;br /&gt;be aware......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-7085929065132532246?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/7085929065132532246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=7085929065132532246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7085929065132532246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7085929065132532246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-started.html' title='Started !!'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SaNQQlFX0RI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ELhpOB4ShDE/s72-c/zen_rocks.134230038_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-9158151677115288562</id><published>2009-02-10T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:26:10.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Gotta Get Back To This Place</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting this site.  So figured I'd kick start it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up today for the &lt;a href="http://www.tricycle.com/-practice/the-big-sit"&gt;Big Sit&lt;/a&gt; over at Tricycle Magazine.  Committing to 90 days of daily meditation, the 16 precepts, studying the Genjokoan, ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad this came up, I've been looking to jump start myself, and just like Yoga a year ago,  I think this is just the ticket.  I'm going to do this (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that's a statement&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-9158151677115288562?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/9158151677115288562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=9158151677115288562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/9158151677115288562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/9158151677115288562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-get-back-to-this-place.html' title='Gotta Get Back To This Place'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-5979810035373014295</id><published>2008-11-05T08:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:00:54.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SRGekhDPMII/AAAAAAAAAa4/dVDLd_3A9x4/s1600-h/obama-20081104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SRGekhDPMII/AAAAAAAAAa4/dVDLd_3A9x4/s320/obama-20081104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163789557248130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truely a great day in this nation's history.  Whether you agree with Barack or not, whether you like his politics, personality or anything else about him.  The majority of the people in this country have elected an African American as our President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say that perhaps, many of the people in this country are now giving as much weight to the color of person's skin as they do to the color of their hair.  Maybe the next new president can be the first without a y chromosome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I congratulate the American people, not on electing a democrat, a liberal, a socalist, a whatever that this man is or isn't.  But of having the courage to look past the color of this man's skin and saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mr. President"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-5979810035373014295?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/5979810035373014295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=5979810035373014295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5979810035373014295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5979810035373014295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/11/tide-has-turned.html' title='It&apos;s a New Day'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SRGekhDPMII/AAAAAAAAAa4/dVDLd_3A9x4/s72-c/obama-20081104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-5397956440475196642</id><published>2008-09-17T10:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:29:01.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Time Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBMyP1n5vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5-1cCNNONjg/s576/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBMyP1n5vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5-1cCNNONjg/s576/IMG_2273.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk at Stiglmeir Park during lunch yesterday and got a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBM_n44P_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/7X6jmyJuEVY/s576/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBM_n44P_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/7X6jmyJuEVY/s576/IMG_2272.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three in all and they seemed to be as interested in me as I was in them.  We all stopped to look at each other for a minute or two.  I was the one who blinked first, I figured I'd leave them to themselves, they seemed content where they were and I had to get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a couple of other snaps also (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBN00FfHEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1jS1xL7qoH8/s576/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBN00FfHEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1jS1xL7qoH8/s576/IMG_2269.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBMT82qOuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Y-VrnimZC60/s400/IMG_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 173px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBMT82qOuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Y-VrnimZC60/s400/IMG_2275.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-5397956440475196642?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/5397956440475196642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=5397956440475196642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5397956440475196642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5397956440475196642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/09/lunch-time-walk.html' title='Lunch Time Walk'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SNBMyP1n5vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5-1cCNNONjg/s72-c/IMG_2273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-3045204327202132027</id><published>2008-09-04T07:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:36:19.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunters Creek'/><title type='text'>More Puppy Tales</title><content type='html'>Autumn had her second day out on the trails on Labor Day, and being true to form (for a dog of the Golden Retriever variety) she did three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SL0m8ZWJmiI/AAAAAAAAANw/4Ac41V5khaw/s576/IMG_2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SL0m8ZWJmiI/AAAAAAAAANw/4Ac41V5khaw/s576/IMG_2176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She got Goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SL0nbGBUZRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ckPyWxC6M0I/s576/IMG_2180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SL0nbGBUZRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ckPyWxC6M0I/s576/IMG_2180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She got Muddy, and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SL0peW2UjjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PjtVqHUX9a0/s576/IMG_2217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SL0peW2UjjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PjtVqHUX9a0/s576/IMG_2217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She found a swimming hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the trails were very dry.  Considering the amount of rain we've had this year, and up until the last week or two no sun or dry weather, this was pretty amazing.  I don't think the trails would have dried out so quick during the spring or fall.  All in all Autumn enjoyed herself and I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; will be the one dragging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; out for more hikes for years to come.  I just hope I can accommodate her in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-3045204327202132027?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/3045204327202132027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=3045204327202132027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3045204327202132027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3045204327202132027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-puppy-tales.html' title='More Puppy Tales'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SL0m8ZWJmiI/AAAAAAAAANw/4Ac41V5khaw/s72-c/IMG_2176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-7650334629042733951</id><published>2008-08-26T11:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:48:15.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Wahoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="editors-pick"&gt;Alright, kinda cool.  First time I decide to actually comment on something and I get an Editor's Pick.  Here's the NY Mag.com &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/realestate/features/49491/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that I commented on, I found it linked from this &lt;a href="http://buffalorising.com/story/where_the_urban_dream_life_is#sca"&gt;BRO&lt;/a&gt; post.  My comment is almost all the way down on the second page of comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://nymag.com/images/2/comments/editorspick.gif" /&gt; &lt;span class="editors-pick-note"&gt;Editor's Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;Buffalo or NYC, choice is yours, surely depends on your ideals, "what" is "where" in you pyramid, can't do this in beau fleuve, wouldn't do the in the apple, needing to know what you want, tis key but the same lock won't accept both, come here, go there, go somewhere.......??&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="info"&gt;          &lt;p&gt;      &lt;i&gt;       By       &lt;a title="Click Name to View All Comments" href="http://my.nymag.com/jamnjazzz/comments/"&gt;        &lt;cite&gt;         jamnjazzz&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/i&gt;        on 08/25/2008       at 1:19&lt;abbr title="Post meridien"&gt;pm&lt;/abbr&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-7650334629042733951?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/7650334629042733951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=7650334629042733951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7650334629042733951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7650334629042733951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/wahoo.html' title='Wahoo!'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-8755134526694276120</id><published>2008-08-25T12:30:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:23:17.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'>I Think She Likes the Water</title><content type='html'>The new pup (Autumn) went out yesterday for her first hike.  Nothing major just a little walk at &lt;a href="http://www.dec.ny.gov/outdoor/9166.html"&gt;Tillman&lt;/a&gt; to get here used to being out on the trails with us.  She was good as Gold(en) and even though she liked being in the lead, she never let us out of her sight.  That's a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, part of Tillman is a couple of small abandoned quarries and it makes for perfect swimming holes.  We let Autumn get her feet wet and she kept wading a little farther in the water.  Slowly we started tossing a stick in the water for her to Retrieve and as this went on, she kept getting more aggressive in jumping into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn scared herself once or twice.  The first time was when she stuck her whole head in the water trying to catch a leaf, and the second time was when she left the bottom and swam for the first time.  She kept going back for more, each time leaving the shore a little more until she swam out for a stick and then swam back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SLRBU4pjlZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iEq0dgURyJ8/IMG_2033.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SLRBU4pjlZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iEq0dgURyJ8/IMG_2033.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SLRBUAdnFiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PxncxQ-4DcA/IMG_2026.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SLRBUAdnFiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PxncxQ-4DcA/IMG_2026.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like she's gonna be a real Golden.  Also looks like we'll be coming back to the beach many, many more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;promised........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home it was nap time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SLRCUiCeBxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ScohqMf1YiA/IMG_2043.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SLRCUiCeBxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ScohqMf1YiA/IMG_2043.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-8755134526694276120?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/8755134526694276120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=8755134526694276120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/8755134526694276120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/8755134526694276120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-she-likes-water.html' title='I Think She Likes the Water'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SLRBU4pjlZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iEq0dgURyJ8/s72-c/IMG_2033.JPG?imgmax=512' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-2858460983968753485</id><published>2008-08-21T14:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:43:07.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On??????</title><content type='html'>One of the reads I came accross recentely is this disturbing saga of American education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.progressive.org/mag/hobart0808.html"&gt; One Teacher's Cry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some idea and sympathy for what she is saying and our national education policy is certainly a formula for disaster.  I know a little about this because a long, long time ago........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time studying to be a teacher.  I had tutored and trained people at various stages of my life experience and I thought....."Hey, I'm good at this, I should do this for a living"  Besides, I felt (and still do) that my area of expertise is of extraordinary value in addressing the problems of our society.  Don't we all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after being layed off, I figure, be a teacher.  I apply and am accepted at a local institution of higher education and start by taking my general teaching courses.  Nothing earth shattering.  I them progress to taking some area specific teaching courses (Dr. Wielder, your course on Reading in Secondary Education is one of the 3 best courses I've ever taken, kudos!) and a few puzzles begin to surface.  In many classes there is a theme running through all of this that says......"Make it fun! Keep them amuzed!" as if the students (were talking secondary students now, Jr. and Sr. High) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be asked to actually work for their progress.  The notion that progress might actually be hard and difficult and something other than entertainment was completely swept away and ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, well, I figure once I get into methods, I'll really see how to teach.  Wow, suprise.....it got worse.  The methods program was run by an elementary education specialist and boom!  Work, who needs that!  The kids must be entertained, we're all performers.  So being totally disillusioned here I think to myself, I don't know about this any more.  But I've got three semesters invested and all I have left is student teaching, and if I don't it's a waste money and time.  So off to student teaching I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you guessed it, final blow.  Let's be serious now America.  You want to know why education isn't working, it's because we don't expect our kids to work for their education.  They don't value an education because they see it as some sort of magic, and if they don't understand, oh well, they just weren't one of the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the real problem with education.  Teachers are simply baby sitters, and if someone actually learns while in class......wonderful, but the primary goal is to keep everyone quiet and orderly and pacified and moving through the system with a minimum of headaches and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuing education can be blamed on society, or the media or teen culture.  Look deeper though and you'll see the real culprits are parents.  Some parents took the time to instill values in their children, some entertained them.  If a child values education, they want education.  I a child see's it as useless, well good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-2858460983968753485?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/2858460983968753485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=2858460983968753485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/2858460983968753485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/2858460983968753485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Going On??????'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-5796182742813422705</id><published>2008-08-20T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:46:58.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back......</title><content type='html'>Going through a slew of unread reads, and came across a link for a personality test.   I always think these things are interesting so as long as it not too long, I'll give it a try.    So what do ya think??  Here's the link if you want to take it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/quizzy/take?id=7592751854911869389"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Perception Personality Image Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;NBPC - The Daydreamer&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nature, Background, Big Picture, and Color&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/16047844691373511970.jpeg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;You perceive the world with particular attention to nature. You focus on the hidden treasures of life (the background) and how that fits into the larger picture. You are also particularly drawn towards the colors around you. Because of the value you place on nature, you tend to find comfort in more subdued settings and find energy in solitude. You like to ponder ideas and imagine the many possibilities of your life without worrying about the details or specifics. You are in tune with all that is around you and understand your life as part of a larger whole. You are a down-to-earth person who enjoys going with the flow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-5796182742813422705?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/5796182742813422705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=5796182742813422705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5796182742813422705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5796182742813422705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back......'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-5084159389488162360</id><published>2008-08-17T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:37:22.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In A Day or Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SKh903UCudI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ANcqYcHdVv0/s1600-h/out+of+office.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SKh903UCudI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ANcqYcHdVv0/s320/out+of+office.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235572913972885970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still loungin', back in a day or two!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-5084159389488162360?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/5084159389488162360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=5084159389488162360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5084159389488162360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5084159389488162360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-in-day-or-two.html' title='Back In A Day or Two'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SKh903UCudI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ANcqYcHdVv0/s72-c/out+of+office.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-3397587855953806979</id><published>2008-08-14T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:58:22.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Breakfast Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SKQctox8m4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OsFATgCEeF4/s1600-h/IMG_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SKQctox8m4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OsFATgCEeF4/s320/IMG_1811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234340237277961090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is a few days old, I've been on vaca and been busy doing stuff, so posts have been slow.  This was last weekend and the attack of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Banana Pancakes&lt;/span&gt;.  Nothing fancy, just add a mashed banana to the mix and adjust moisture accordingly.  This time we had some addons instead of syrup; strawberries, whipped cream, chocolate chips, powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we had a guest, Erin (on left) had her friend Jackie over for the weekend and both enjoyed breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-3397587855953806979?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/3397587855953806979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=3397587855953806979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3397587855953806979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/3397587855953806979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/breakfast-anyone.html' title='Breakfast Anyone?'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SKQctox8m4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/OsFATgCEeF4/s72-c/IMG_1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-6507939242128189560</id><published>2008-08-09T11:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:09:23.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Never Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJ2_fPXAd2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/oGyeCnh8fuo/s1600-h/IMG_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJ2_fPXAd2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/oGyeCnh8fuo/s320/IMG_1810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232548885494265698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the only flowers in our wildflower garden right now, just 3 cone flowers, that seem to be haveing some problem with bugs of some king (the appear to be getting eaten).  But right now they are really vibrant as I sit here looking at them.  Thier violet is set off against the white fence and they're just standing out so proudly as if saying, "yeah, that right, isn't this a grand garden".  Kinda funny really how they're taking the responsibilty of all the rest of the plants on themselves and displaying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our garden is a real late spring early summer lover, lot's of day lilies that are gone now.  Just this one cone flower plant is left, trying to carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-6507939242128189560?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/6507939242128189560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=6507939242128189560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/6507939242128189560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/6507939242128189560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-perfect.html' title='Never Perfect'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJ2_fPXAd2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/oGyeCnh8fuo/s72-c/IMG_1810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-9181156894189790169</id><published>2008-08-09T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:58:13.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ubuntu'/><title type='text'>Torrentz!!</title><content type='html'>The new (Ha) &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Xubuntu machine DL'd its first show last night.  A Medeski, Martin and Wood show off of bt.etree.org.  Just to see if it worked, it did, just the first show I say that interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked nice, "Transmission" came with Xubuntu.  I've heard of this app before but never used it.  Didn't have to set anything up, just opened to torrent file, and Bam!, DL started right up, was grabbing the files at 300 Kbs in a couple of minutes. 600MB show took &lt;1 hour to DL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-9181156894189790169?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/9181156894189790169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=9181156894189790169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/9181156894189790169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/9181156894189790169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/torrentz.html' title='Torrentz!!'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-7135231318146980059</id><published>2008-08-08T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:11:33.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ubuntu'/><title type='text'>Xubuntu 8.04.1 !!!!!! Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Yep, Yep, Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved all of the components down to the basement last night and reconnected the machine.  Went with a long Ethernet cable, didn't try the Wifi, but maybe some day in the future(??). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booted up into Xubuntu, no problem.  Rechecked the connection and surfed a couple of minutes (all I had time for).  I'm off for a week after work today, so I'll play a little next week, try to get the torrents flowing.  But overall, everything working fine so far, and getting another year or two out of the old box of silicon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to focus a little bit on some Zen for a day or so, life is getting a little scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post hopefully on calmness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-7135231318146980059?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/7135231318146980059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=7135231318146980059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7135231318146980059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7135231318146980059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/xubuntu-8041-part-deux.html' title='Xubuntu 8.04.1 !!!!!! Part Deux'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-7763804159594781011</id><published>2008-08-07T10:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:12:25.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ubuntu'/><title type='text'>Xubuntu 8.04.1 !!!!!! The Heron has Landed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJxEbPYNACI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CGSRNbsc2MU/s1600-h/2441566972_160e23770d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJxEbPYNACI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CGSRNbsc2MU/s320/2441566972_160e23770d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232132101872877602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what I did last night.  I'm gonna give Linux a try, can't be any worse that Win 98SE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had an old PIII machine that was just creaky and cranky running 98SE.  After years of this patch and that patch, drivers up the wazoo for some needed addons (usb 2.0, CD burner, new network card) the old girl was mostly a relic / paperweight / dust collector / piece of clutter in the spare bedroom we are going to paint next week.  So I figure it's about time to demo the machine and then figure that, hooked up to a decent size (250MB) external USB drive it may be a good torrent machine.  I'm gonna need to get a usb wireless g adapter, cause it's goin' downstairs.  Hey, but it's Win98SE, I'm gonna have to mess around with drivers and CDs and new software apps that won't run right the first time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's pretty balky after almost 10 years at anything except having to crtl^alt^del and restart cause the system is frozen.  So that may mean as well as cleaning it up from 10 years of crud being installed (that Erin) it probably needs to have the OS reinstalled.  Unfortuanly that means reistalling drivers for network card,  CD burner, USB card, not to mention the wireless g adapter.  This ain't sounding like fun, especially cause I don't know where some of the CDs are, and we're painting next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to the scrap heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, how bout Ubuntu??  Well let's see, I can do this.  I'm pretty good with these things.  So I check out he website and my girl doesn't meet the recommended requirements.  Hell she barely meets the minumum requirements, and I know minimum ususlaly means unusable.  So I read a little more and see Xubuntu, for older, less capable systems, and hey meets everything no problem.  Great, download the file, burn a Live CD and Viola, install disk.  And I can run it side by side too, incase it don't work so good ya know.   My biggest fear is that I can't get drivers for all my anciant hardware and I need to go back to windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I boot the baby up and, woa, right the install screen.  Go to install and at step 3 it asks if I want to install side by side with Win98 or by itself.  Choose side by side to be safe and, Uh-Oh, not enough disk space.  The machine only has 15 gigs total and 2 of that is in a Win98 partition.  OK, what to do, oh hell, go for it.  Choose Xubuntu only install and full speed ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not to bad, only took about 45min, and the machine is ready to reboot.  Ok, cross our fingers, Reboot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old machine booted, started in Xubuntu and ran fine in the 5 minute test I gave it.  I was amazed!!  All the addons worked, DVD and CD drives, network card, USB card.  I really couldn't believe it.  Nice work Ubuntu!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get the usb wireless adapter today and see if that works.  That's the final test, running it off a network cable in the basement is gonna be a challange, so here's to wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Update 2008 08 07  1:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found some online documentation, looks like it's hit or miss with compatibility.  There is a "wrapper" utility to get unsupported devices working with PC drivers, but I may pursue a longer network cord first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-7763804159594781011?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/7763804159594781011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=7763804159594781011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7763804159594781011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/7763804159594781011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/xubuntu-8.html' title='Xubuntu 8.04.1 !!!!!! The Heron has Landed'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJxEbPYNACI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CGSRNbsc2MU/s72-c/2441566972_160e23770d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-2776905855737487594</id><published>2008-08-06T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:53:49.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Tales</title><content type='html'>He she is, Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SHd2IPGb8_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/MIeuMVn8h8g/s160-c/IMG_1333_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SHd2IPGb8_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/MIeuMVn8h8g/s160-c/IMG_1333_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SHd2JBt_U7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/m8-FieyqXzU/s160-c/IMG_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SHd2JBt_U7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/m8-FieyqXzU/s160-c/IMG_1406.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a wonderful package of energy and movement that miracualously stops for naps at the a moment's notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost two years now without a dog.  Sunny (Sunshine Daydream) was so close to us that it took a while to get over her.  It didn't help that here passing was so sudden and unexpected but it's time.  So here you have Autumn.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SHd2Jss1dZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nxVp9EdmY8k/s160-c/IMG_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SHd2Jss1dZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nxVp9EdmY8k/s160-c/IMG_1407.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like it's gonna be fun!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-2776905855737487594?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/2776905855737487594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=2776905855737487594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/2776905855737487594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/2776905855737487594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppy-tales.html' title='Puppy Tales'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/SHd2IPGb8_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/MIeuMVn8h8g/s72-c/IMG_1333_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754976439291771125.post-5313713486610691430</id><published>2008-07-25T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:17:22.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/R1AIGN93PbI/AAAAAAAAACg/BKcxDTpOSbk/s144/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/R1AIGN93PbI/AAAAAAAAACg/BKcxDTpOSbk/s144/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, here's another self indulgent blog form another person with something to say (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this blog will try and address all of the following (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beau Fleuve (of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not pop Muzak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thought...........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beisbol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever else happens to pop into my head at the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, see ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7754976439291771125-5313713486610691430?l=bfez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/feeds/5313713486610691430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7754976439291771125&amp;postID=5313713486610691430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5313713486610691430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7754976439291771125/posts/default/5313713486610691430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bfez.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-there.html' title='Hi There'/><author><name>Jamnjazzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07816288474127503103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8gort6KBXo/SJyUr_U1ERI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k4d1HX5tYC0/s1600-R/IMG_0142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/jamnjazzz/R1AIGN93PbI/AAAAAAAAACg/BKcxDTpOSbk/s72-c/IMG_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
