<?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-6120873404433217489</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:18:20.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweak My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Every week I do one or two things to "tweak" my life, so it is more productive, interesting, and fulfilling. I use this Blog to document my progress, and as a forum so you, the reader, can help me grow in this journey!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2250488920837989485</id><published>2009-09-17T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:49:58.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Characteristics of an Objective Trader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; You feel no pressure to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; You have no feeling of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; You feel no sense of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; There is no right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; You recognize that this is what the market is telling me, this is what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; You can observe the market from the perspective as if you were not in a position, even if you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;You are not focused on money, but on the structure of the market and how you trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can see any of the above qualities in yourself, you're on the right road. You need to release yourself from the need to be right. If you constantly need to be right, you are in the wrong business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2250488920837989485?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2250488920837989485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2250488920837989485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2250488920837989485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2250488920837989485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/seven-characteristics-of-objective.html' title='Seven Characteristics of an Objective Trader'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-8033187562972231088</id><published>2009-08-27T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T04:36:48.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Things in Perspective</title><content type='html'>I was a bit frustrated yesterday. Some unforeseen delay of transaction in one of my banks has caused an avalanche of problems in another. End result? My account is in total disarray! I spent most of the day talking to one person after another, apparently getting no where fast and more frustrated with each phone call. Finally, I gave up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a rather unproductive evening I went to bed with  a new book just arrived in mail: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Diary of a Young Girl&lt;/span&gt; by Anne Frank. I read for two hours before I fell asleep and then read another hour after I woke up at five. I like to quote you a small passage in the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This morning, when I was sitting in front of the window and taking a long, deep look outside at God and nature, I was happy, just plain happy. ... Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again. Whenever you're feeling lonely or sad, try going to the loft on a beautiful day and looking outside. Not at the houses and the rooftops, but at the sky. As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that you're pure within and will find happiness once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This was written on Wednesday, February 23, 1944 by Anne Frank, after been in hiding from the Nazis for two years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was 14.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She and seven other people lived in a secret hiding place for two years in constant fear, starvation, and isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One year later she perished in the concentration camp, along with her sister and her mother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And I was frustrated over a banking problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Try to put a little more perspective in how you view life, learn some maturity and courage from this 14 year old Jewish girl who had no more than a year to live, and get out there make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Perspective'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-4430590441919417353</id><published>2009-08-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:10:55.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a685226d7df13dd2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-8525522703561558537</id><published>2009-08-11T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:01:25.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>I miss Angela Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Angela? I hope you are happy wherever you are, but I miss you. Terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you are here with me so I can hold you and whisper your name. I think of you often and my heart aches for you. I wonder if you know when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I like to tell you, but I am afraid time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still she haunts me, phantomwise,&lt;br /&gt;Alice moving under skies&lt;br /&gt;Never seen by waking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children yet, the tale to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Eager eye and willing ear,&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly shall nestle near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Wonderland they lie,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming as the days go by,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming as the summers die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever drifting down the stream&lt;br /&gt;Lingering in the golden gleam&lt;br /&gt;Life, what is it but a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-8525522703561558537?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8525522703561558537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=8525522703561558537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8525522703561558537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8525522703561558537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2790964777061447647</id><published>2009-08-01T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:43:28.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SnQtE7UGojI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZDrwOI778rY/s1600-h/meditation-saidaonline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SnQtE7UGojI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZDrwOI778rY/s200/meditation-saidaonline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364962618769842738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meditation is giving a huge, luscious meadow to a restless cow. The cow might be restless for a while in this huge meadow, but at some stage, because there is so much space, the restlessness becomes irrelevant. So the cow eats and eats and eats and relaxes and falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2790964777061447647?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2790964777061447647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2790964777061447647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2790964777061447647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2790964777061447647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SnQtE7UGojI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZDrwOI778rY/s72-c/meditation-saidaonline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2844597870549999705</id><published>2009-07-30T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:41:01.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of my favorite poems; it is precisely in this manner how I want to live my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2844597870549999705?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2844597870549999705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2844597870549999705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2844597870549999705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2844597870549999705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5532594964775226656</id><published>2009-07-25T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:25:08.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Live</title><content type='html'>"To live content with small means," observed William Henry Channing, an eighteenth-century inspirational and spiritual American leader, "to seek elegance rather than luxury and refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich, to study hard, think quietly, talk gently. Act frankly. To listen to stars and birds. To babes and sages with open heart, to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a word, to let the spiritual unbidden and unconsciousness grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5532594964775226656?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5532594964775226656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5532594964775226656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5532594964775226656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5532594964775226656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-live.html' title='To Live'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5670036821233899339</id><published>2009-07-18T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:01:03.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no ...</title><content type='html'>amount of money in the world can buy hunger and desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5670036821233899339?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5670036821233899339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5670036821233899339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5670036821233899339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5670036821233899339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-no.html' title='There is no ...'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3645807858335317848</id><published>2009-07-05T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:22:12.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimbledon</title><content type='html'>Today, a magnificent epic tennis battle took place at Wimbledon between the 14 Grand Slam winner, Roger Federer, and his American challenger Andy Roddick. It was a battle of roller coasters where both players tried to wrestle the control away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four hours of hard fighting, the match reached its climatic end in the fifth set, where both players exhibited impossible nerves and will. 8 all, 9 all, 10 all ... audiences both in the arena and around the world could not believe what they were watching and how long the players could play at such a high level - they simply will not quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for Andy, after giving everything he had, a couple of mistakes finally crept in in the 30th game of the set (the set!), and went down 16-14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perhaps will be hailed as one of the greatest tennis matches of all times. As a tennis fan, I feel blessed to have the privilege of watching both of these men competing with everything they have; they are not just a testament for their sport, but for human spirit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Roger Federer - you are the greatest tennis player that ever lived and probably ever will live.  It is unlikely anyone will ever surpass your achievements in future generations. It is a gift to watch you play with such grace and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Andy Roddick, you are a hero with tremendous heart. You never gave up today and you inspired so many people around the world with what is possible when you have the will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Roddick was asked if he struggled to stay positive after losing the second set, he replied: “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know, at that point, like everything else, there's two options: you lay down or you keep going. The second option sounded better to me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else can one add to that? That's as plain as it gets, both on and off the tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep going Andy. You da man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3645807858335317848?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3645807858335317848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3645807858335317848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3645807858335317848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3645807858335317848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/wimbledon.html' title='Wimbledon'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6758183962039526734</id><published>2009-06-30T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:24:18.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you ...</title><content type='html'>stop the murmuring of the brook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can, you'll have true freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6758183962039526734?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6758183962039526734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6758183962039526734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6758183962039526734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6758183962039526734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you.html' title='Can you ...'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2821880664792727578</id><published>2009-06-20T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:03:48.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to Take a Loss</title><content type='html'>A good trader loves to take a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful traders confront the possibility of being wrong, and thus, when the time comes to take a loss, he does it without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your losing trades do not diminish you as a person. You are not you losing trades. You are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; not your winning trades either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are simply by-products of the business you are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2821880664792727578?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2821880664792727578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2821880664792727578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2821880664792727578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2821880664792727578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-to-take-loss.html' title='Love to Take a Loss'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3223717536660913252</id><published>2009-05-26T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:27:26.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>Well, this Memorial weekend turned out badly - I was not feeling well and consequently was rather unproductive. As a treat before going to bed, almost half-hearted I decided to watch the Netflix film I been ignoring called "Once", and it was irresistibly charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sparkling little gem! It is powerful in its simplicity; completely unpretentious,  it captures your attention and never lets it go. Real characters, authentic emotions, and the music just captivates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we make more movies like this?! Almost with no budget and stars, "Once" is a much more enjoyable film than most of the Hollywood's today. Go see it, you'll be enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one scene in the movie when the guy and the girl first met and played a song together in a local piano shop. This is possibly one of the most intimate and powerful scenes I have ever seen - it captures that magic moment when two human beings really connect with each other, those precious moments that make all other moments in your life seem dull and lifeless. Yea, those ones, the ones that you really lived and never seem to fade from your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song they were playing is called "Falling Slowly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8579cfcc1477cd52" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8579cfcc1477cd52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D644565FF51E0061016FEC30689FF5FDE9B1B61CE.7297EEA0C6C9E050A3758997BE93318B305C2A2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8579cfcc1477cd52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF7twrU5aVM-s0Q7vKxBi-b3fmPQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8579cfcc1477cd52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D644565FF51E0061016FEC30689FF5FDE9B1B61CE.7297EEA0C6C9E050A3758997BE93318B305C2A2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8579cfcc1477cd52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF7twrU5aVM-s0Q7vKxBi-b3fmPQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova for making this beautiful, beautiful film in a time when watching bad ones is the norm. Bad movies rob you of life, this one enriches yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I feel terrible from my sickness, watching this made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3223717536660913252?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8579cfcc1477cd52&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3223717536660913252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3223717536660913252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3223717536660913252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3223717536660913252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7408751890791579218</id><published>2009-05-23T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:42:02.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Turn</title><content type='html'>The first turn toward success comes when you remind yourself to relax and find that center of calm within yourself that is always there, always present, always available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7408751890791579218?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7408751890791579218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=7408751890791579218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7408751890791579218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7408751890791579218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-turn.html' title='The First Turn'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-8877451563799136618</id><published>2009-05-20T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:09:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man and Buddha</title><content type='html'>Man fancies himself to be the most highly evolved organism in the universe, but in the view of Buddhism he stands midway between an amoeba and a Buddha. And because he falsely sees himself as no more than this puny body, just a speck in the universe, he is constantly endeavoring to enlarge himself through possessions and power. But when he awakens to the fact that he embraces the whole universe, he ceases his grasping, for he no longer feels a lack within himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Lotus Sutra the Buddha relates that with enlightenment he realized that he possessed the universe, that all the beings were his children, and that he needed nothing more than his begging bowl. He was, in truth, the richest man in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-8877451563799136618?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8877451563799136618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=8877451563799136618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8877451563799136618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8877451563799136618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-and-buddha.html' title='Man and Buddha'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-4753722847250333394</id><published>2009-05-10T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:56:44.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Brain — is wider than the Sky —&lt;br /&gt;For—put them side by side —&lt;br /&gt;The one the other will contain&lt;br /&gt;With ease — and You—beside —&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brain is deeper than the sea —&lt;br /&gt;For—hold them — Blue to Blue —&lt;br /&gt;The one the other will absorb —&lt;br /&gt;As Sponges — Buckets — do —&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brain is just the weight of God —&lt;br /&gt;For — Heft them — Pound for Pound —&lt;br /&gt;And they will differ — if they do —&lt;br /&gt;As Syllable from Sound &lt;/span&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poem by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-4753722847250333394?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4753722847250333394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=4753722847250333394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4753722847250333394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4753722847250333394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/brian-is-wider-than-sky.html' title='The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7042441439242981938</id><published>2009-05-07T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:58:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>There is no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a fantasy,  an illusion, a figment of your imagination. Don't pin your hopes, dreams, aspirations on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow does not exist. Anything can happen tomorrow. You could lose your job tomorrow, you could get sick tomorrow, and you could die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe could end tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not defined by what happens tomorrow, you are defined by what happens today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;defined by what you do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to show the world who you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7042441439242981938?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7042441439242981938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=7042441439242981938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7042441439242981938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7042441439242981938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-no-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2960636508951349689</id><published>2009-05-01T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:05:14.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music for Your Enjoyment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-716522d5640f89c7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2960636508951349689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2960636508951349689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2960636508951349689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2960636508951349689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-for-your-enjoyment.html' title='Music for Your Enjoyment'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7750396338511202505</id><published>2009-04-29T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:18:28.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Woman</title><content type='html'>Physical beauty is an external expression of the spirit. It grows and is cultivated internally and without conscious effort it is manifested externally. Therefore, only a woman who has discovered her true nature, her "self", can be truly beautiful. Genuine beauty is all-encompassing and is present not only in physical appearance but in movement, voice, thought and feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful woman radiates from within; her complexion glows and her eyes shine. Her movements and gestures are poised and graceful, they flow with a natural rhythm. The entire body of a self-realized woman will be beautiful because she is deeply aware of her inner beauty and this awareness is transferred to all who come in contact with her. The humility, compassion and love of a beautiful woman are genuine and a mystical quality is present in her aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "look" of the beautiful woman is never out of style because, without effort and regardless of how she dresses or in what environment she functions, she is continually making the style - the style of her individual beauty. Since the sensitive woman has perceived that beauty takes the form of a continual inner unfoldment, endlessly changing in color and hue, becoming ever more intense and expressing itself as a unified whole, her quest for beauty becomes a process of discovering and revealing more and more of her inner being, of her true nature, of her real self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts for the day, 19th day, Richard Hittleman's Yoga 28 day exercise plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7750396338511202505?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7750396338511202505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=7750396338511202505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7750396338511202505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7750396338511202505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-woman.html' title='The Beautiful Woman'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3176588878647516414</id><published>2009-04-18T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:19:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker and Trading</title><content type='html'>Although on the surface poker is nothing like trading, I find they are two very similar "games" and the experiences and patterns from one can be transferred to the other. Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both are games of people; "zero-sum" games that the result is based on people's perceptions and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Majority of the "players" are bad ones. 80 to 90 percent "players" have no idea what they are doing. That's how one can win, consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most "players" tend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to spend real time to seriously work on their games. They tend to mistaken things they overhear as real knowledge without internalizing most of them. This is good because it is enables &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; the chance to win, provided that someone takes a different approach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes the best thing to do is do nothing. In poker sometimes you have to fold 20 to 50 times, in trading you have to let many trades go. Not an easy thing to do in both cases.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Being good" is not judged by how you play a certain hand or a trade; it is judged by how you fair in 100 hands or trades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad players bemoan the "bad lucks" they have, good ones work on their discipline and system.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only way to "win" is by playing without clinging, without attachment, without thinking about the past or the future. In other words, play the game with the presence of your mind, totally in the moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You system must be so internalized and rehearsed that you can act without thinking. You must simply react, not think. When you think, you are already dead. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To win you must minimize your losses, and maximize your gains. You lose more times than you win, but your winners make up for your losses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even when you "play" correctly, you can lose. That's OKAY. Be happy that you "played " correctly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Different methodologies can be (and need be) applied to different "stages" of the game. Have the mental flexibility to adapt when necessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can never predict the outcome; try to do so is fatal. You are just trying to get an "edge" so that it is more probably that the result, after a number of hands or trades, will be in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no game. It is a reflection of your mind and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3176588878647516414?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3176588878647516414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3176588878647516414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3176588878647516414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3176588878647516414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/poker-and-trading.html' title='Poker and Trading'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6333373801861503102</id><published>2009-04-18T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:30:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Sin</title><content type='html'>As I look back on my life, I realize that one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worst &lt;/span&gt;sins that a person could make, is going through his/her life by taking "shortcuts".  If you make a habit out of this, at best it will prevent you from reaching your potential, at worst it will destroy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO shortcuts in life. Every single shortcut you take will eventually come back to hunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All real success, real happiness in life can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; be achieved through real, authentic, hard work. That is the ONLY way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about sexy slogans like "Work smarter, not harder"; it's CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have the discipline and character to work harder, working smarter has no value to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovation, creativity, ingenuity all are results of hard work and dedication; not substitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not how smart you, how experienced you are, or how lucky you are. Don't take the shortcuts; they will ruin your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one sin you do not want to commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on this one. I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6333373801861503102?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6333373801861503102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6333373801861503102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6333373801861503102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6333373801861503102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-sin.html' title='A Great Sin'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7544843734653448201</id><published>2009-04-18T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:01:15.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Market Inside You</title><content type='html'>All consistently successful traders get to a point where the market lives inside them. No longer are they looking at the market from an outside perspective; rather, they are "one" with the market. Most traders who stay in this business for more than a few years have realized that the market will never validate their beliefs or actions. They know that the market is nothing more than a reflection of their own internal beliefs and representations. In order to become consistently profitable traders, they had to change their beliefs to accommodate the market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7544843734653448201?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7544843734653448201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=7544843734653448201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7544843734653448201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7544843734653448201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/market-inside-you.html' title='The Market Inside You'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7043498406276766667</id><published>2009-04-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:05:52.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-discipline</title><content type='html'>Self-discipline often means the ability to do nothing until the time come to do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7043498406276766667?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7043498406276766667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=7043498406276766667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7043498406276766667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7043498406276766667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-discipline.html' title='Self-discipline'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5155556619892441312</id><published>2009-04-10T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:19:05.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Bricklayer</title><content type='html'>A bricklayer shows up for work every day of his working life and executes with the same methodology - brick by brick by brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a bricklayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5155556619892441312?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5155556619892441312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5155556619892441312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5155556619892441312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5155556619892441312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-bricklayer.html' title='Be a Bricklayer'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6931731818830531912</id><published>2009-04-06T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:29:24.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Steps to becoming a Trader</title><content type='html'>This is a long one but it is too good to not read it in its entirety. It speaks the truth. Too bad I don't know who the author is because he certainly deserves the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 Steps to becoming a trader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step One: Unconscious Incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first step you take when starting to look into trading. you know that its a good way of making money because you've heard so many things about it and heard of so many millionaires. Unfortunately, just like when you first desire to drive a car you think it will be easy - after all, how hard can it be? Price either moves up or down - what's the big secret to that then - let's get cracking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, just as when you first take your place in front of a steering wheel you find very quickly that you haven't got the first clue about what you're trying to do. You take lots of trades and lots of risks. When you enter a trade it turns against you so you reverse and it turns again… and again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have initial success, and that's even worse - because it tells your brain that this really is simple and you start to risk more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to turn around your losses by doubling up every time you trade. Sometimes you'll get away with it but more often than not you will come away scathed and bruised You are totally oblivious to your incompetence at trading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This step can last for a week or two of trading but the market is usually swift and you move onto the next stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Two - Conscious Incompetence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step two is where you realize that there is more work involved in trading and that you might actually have to work a few things out. You consciously realize that you are an incompetent trader - you don't have the skills or the insight to turn a regular profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now set about buying systems and e-books galore, read websites based everywhere from USA to the Ukraine. and begin your search for the holy grail. During this time you will be a system nomad - you will flick from method to method day by day and week by week never sticking with one long enough to actually see if it does work. Every time you come upon a new indicator you'll be ecstatic that this is the one that will make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will test out automated systems on Metatrader, you'll play with moving averages, Fibonacci lines, support &amp;amp; resistance, Pivots, Fractals, Divergence, DMI, ADX, and a hundred other things all in the vein hope that your 'magic system' starts today. You'll be a top and bottom picker, trying to find the exact point of reversal with your indicators and you'll find yourself chasing losing trades and even adding to them because you are so sure you are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll go into the live chat room and see other traders making pips and you want to know why it's not you - you'll ask a million questions, some of which are so dumb that looking back you feel a bit silly. You'll then reach the point where you think all the ones who are calling pips after pips are liars - they can't be making that amount because you've studied and you don't make that, you know as much as they do and they must be lying. But they're in there day after day and their account just grows whilst yours falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be like a teenager - the traders that make money will freely give you advice but you're stubborn and think that you know best - you take no notice and overtrade your account even though everyone says you are mad to - but you know better. You'll consider following the calls that others make but even then it won't work so you try paying for signals from someone else - they don't work for you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might even approach a 'guru' like Rob Booker or someone on a chat board who promises to make you into a trader(usually for a fee of course). Whether the guru is good or not you won't win because there is no replacement for screen time and you still think you know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This step can last ages and ages - in fact in reality talking with other traders as well as personal experience confirms that it can easily last well over a year and more nearer 3 years. This is also the step when you are most likely to give up through sheer frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 60% of new traders die out in the first 3 months - they give up and this is good - think about it - if trading was easy we would all be millionaires. another 20% keep going for a year and then in desperation take risks guaranteed to blow their account which of course it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What may surprise you is that of the remaining 20% all of them will last around 3 years - and they will think they are safe in the water - but even at 3 years only a further 5-10% will continue and go on to actually make money consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - they are real figures, not just some I've picked out of my head - so when you get to 3 years in the game don't think its plain sailing from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iv had many people argue with me about these timescales - funny enough none of them have been trading for more than 3 years - if you think you know better then ask on a board for someone who's been trading 5 years and ask them how long it takes to become fully 100% proficient. Sure i guess there will be exceptions to the rule - but i haven't met any yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you do begin to come out of this phase. You've probably committed more time and money than you ever thought you would, lost 2 or 3 loaded accounts and all but given up maybe 3 or 4 times but now its in your blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day - in a split second moment you will enter stage 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3 - The Eureka Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of stage two you begin to realize that it's not the system that is making the difference. You realize that its actually possible to make money with a simple moving average and nothing else IF you can get your head and money management right You start to read books on the psychology of trading and identify with the characters portrayed in those books and finally comes the eureka moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eureka moment causes a new connection to be made in your brain. You suddenly realize that neither you, nor anyone else can accurately predict what the market will do in the next ten seconds, never mind the next 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this revelation you stop taking any notice of what anyone thinks - what this news item will do, and what that event will do to the markets. You become an individual with your own method of trading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to work just one system that you mold to your own way of trading, you're starting to get happy and you define your risk threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to take every trade that your 'edge' shows has a good probability of winning with. When the trade turns bad you don't get angry or even because you know in your head that as you couldn't possibly predict it isn't your fault - as soon as you realize that the trade is bad you close it . The next trade or the one after it or the one after that will have higher odds of success because you know your system works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stop looking at trading results from a trade-to-trade perspective and start to look at weekly figures knowing that one bad trade does not a poor system make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have realized in an instant that the trading game is about one thing - consistency of your 'edge' and your discipline to take all the trades no matter what as you know the probabilities stack in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn about proper money management and leverage - risk of account etc etc - and this time it actually soaks in and you think back to those who advised the same thing a year ago with a smile. You weren't ready then, but you are now. The eureka moment came the moment that you truly accepted that you cannot predict the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 - Conscious Competence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are making trades whenever your system tells you to. You take losses just as easily as you take wins You now let your winners run to their conclusion fully accepting the risk and knowing that your system makes more money than it loses and when you're on a loser you close it swiftly with little pain to your account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now at a point where you break even most of the time - day in day out, you will have weeks where you make 100 pips and weeks where you lose 100 pips - generally you are breaking even and not losing money. You are now conscious of the fact that you are making calls that are generally good and you are getting respect from other traders as you chat the day away. You still have to work at it and think about your trades but as this continues you begin to make more money than you lose consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll start the day on a 20 pip win, take a 35 pip loss and have no feelings that you've given those pips back because you know that it will come back again. You will now begin to make consistent pips week in and week out 25 pips one week, 50 the next and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lasts about 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Five - Unconscious Competence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're cooking - just like driving a car, every day you get in your seat and trade - you do everything now on an unconscious level. You are running on autopilot. You start to pick the really big trades and getting 200 pips in a day doesn't make you any more excited that getting 1 pip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the newbie's in the forum shouting 'go dollar go' as if they are urging on a horse to win in the grand national and you see yourself - but many years ago now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is trading utopia - you have mastered your emotions and you are now a trader with a rapidly growing account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a star in the trading chat room and people listen to what you say. You recognize yourself in their questions from about two years ago. You pass on your advice but you know most of it is futile because they're teenagers - some of them will get to where you are - some will do it fast and others will be slower - literally dozens and dozens will never get past stage two, but a few will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trading is no longer exciting - in fact it's probably boring you to bits - like everything in life when you get good at it or do it for your job - it gets boring - you're doing your job and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you grow out of the chat rooms and find a few choice people who you converse with about the markets without being influenced at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time you are honing your methods to extract the maximum profit from the market without increasing risk. Your method of trading doesn't change - it just gets better - you now have what women call 'intuition'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now say with your head held high "I'm a currency trader" but to be honest you don't even bother telling anyone - it's a job like any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've enjoyed reading this journey into a traders mind and that hopefully you've identified with some points in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that only 5% will actually make it - but the reason for that isn't ability, its staying power and the ability to change your perceptions and paradigms as new information comes available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The losers are those who wanted to 'get rich quick' but approached the market and within 6 months put on a pair of blinkers so they couldn't see the obvious - a kind of "this is the way i see it and that's that" scenario - refusing to assimilate new information that changes that perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to tell you that the reason i started trading was because of the 'get rich quick' mindset. Just that now i see it as 'get rich slow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking about giving up i have one piece of advice for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself the question "how many years would you go to college if you knew for a fact that there was a million dollars a year job at the end of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and good trading to you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6931731818830531912?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6931731818830531912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6931731818830531912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6931731818830531912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6931731818830531912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/five-steps-to-becoming-trader.html' title='The Five Steps to becoming a Trader'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6741473848433987432</id><published>2009-03-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:16:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy People</title><content type='html'>Happy people, people who are truly happy, don't need to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to be happy. They don't need a good job to be happy, not a great family to be happy, not a lot of money to be happy. They don't have thoughts like "If I just have this happen to me ... then ... ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are happy people who do things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6741473848433987432?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6741473848433987432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6741473848433987432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6741473848433987432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6741473848433987432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-people.html' title='Happy People'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6728584210822083759</id><published>2009-03-09T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:16:40.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies that I Recently Enjoyed</title><content type='html'>I have not liked any of the new movies they put out lately; maybe I should just checkout Oscar winner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; but I'll save that for another day. What I did do, however, was using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to locate a few movies from its vast collection that I think I might enjoy, and what you know ? -  I came away with some really good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A couple of oddballs&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097889/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Miracle Mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086858/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;After Hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I never seen these two before? Lovely lovely films. Great acting, incredible surrealism, high energy. Both films have this authentic frantic feeling (a real sense of urgency) which keeps me totally hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A few oldies&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0036868/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Best Years of Our Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0037988/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0037884/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Lost Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three are why we should watch classic films made by Hollywood fifty years ago. Interesting plot? Check; Intelligent dialog? Check; Characters you can care about? Check. Why don't they make films like these anymore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Movies no one heard about&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081237/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Ninth Configuration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096332/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Unbearable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Lightness of Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is just out there. Watch it and you can thank me or hate me later. This is a movie that you will think about after - that I can pretty much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt;. The acting is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;just ph&lt;/span&gt;enomenal. On the other hand, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being &lt;/span&gt;is a fun, sexy, and emotional film. It is not nearly as as dark and wacky as the 9th, but it certainly could be just as thought-provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got quite some enjoyment out of watching all these movies. If you ever check them out drop me a line and let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6728584210822083759?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6728584210822083759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6728584210822083759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6728584210822083759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6728584210822083759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/movies-that-i-recently-njoyed.html' title='Movies that I Recently Enjoyed'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2370957651542394402</id><published>2009-03-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:56:00.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego's reflection</title><content type='html'>Ego is pervasive. If you are alert enough, you maybe be able to see it clearly within yourself and people around you. Here are some signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;demanding recognition for something you did and getting angry or upset if you don't get it;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to get attention by talking about your problems, the story of your illnesses, or making a scene;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;giving your opinion when nobody has asked for it and it makes no difference to the situation;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being more concerned with how the other person sees you than with the other person, which is to say, using other people for egoistic reflection or as ego enhancers;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to make an impression on others through possessions, knowledge, good looks, status, physical strength, and so on;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bringing about temporary ego inflation through angry reaction against something or someone;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking things personally, feeling offended, making yourself right and others wrong through futile mental or verbal complaining;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waiting to be seen, or to appear important. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Does this sound familiar? If so try an experiment: Let it go. Let it all go and see what it feels like. Just drop it and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2370957651542394402?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2370957651542394402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2370957651542394402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2370957651542394402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2370957651542394402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/egos-reflection.html' title='Ego&apos;s reflection'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5040791076166363562</id><published>2009-03-02T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:12:35.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche's words</title><content type='html'>The philosopher Nietzsche, in a rare moment of deep stillness, wrote, "For happiness, how little suffices for happiness! ... the least thing precisely, the gentlest thing, the lightest thing, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a wisk, an eye glance - little maketh up the best happiness. Be still. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still. Look. Listen. 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2563476144133529531</id><published>2009-01-30T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:10:40.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like This Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://poorgirleatswell.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poorgirleatswell.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of yummy pictures and great food ideas, not to mention a kick-butt Blog name. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2563476144133529531?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2563476144133529531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5224696015954268210</id><published>2009-01-21T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:48:33.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-being</title><content type='html'>When people see some things as beautiful&lt;br /&gt;other things become ugly&lt;br /&gt;When people see some things as good&lt;br /&gt;other things become bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being and non-being create each other&lt;br /&gt;Difficult and easy support each other&lt;br /&gt;Long and short define each other&lt;br /&gt;High and low depend on each other&lt;br /&gt;Before and after follow each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the Master&lt;br /&gt;acts without doing anything&lt;br /&gt;and teaches without saying anything&lt;br /&gt;Things arise and she lets them come&lt;br /&gt;things disappear and she lets them go&lt;br /&gt;She has but doesn't possess&lt;br /&gt;acts but doesn't expect&lt;br /&gt;When her work is done, she forgets it&lt;br /&gt;That is why it lasts forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5224696015954268210?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5224696015954268210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5224696015954268210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5224696015954268210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5224696015954268210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/non-being.html' title='Non-being'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6446868720762487240</id><published>2009-01-18T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:41:50.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seeker</title><content type='html'>What manner of people were these who, like the carp in the Chinese fable that leapt up the waterfall in a mighty thrust to tecome a dragon, could rise to a higher level of consciousness, to a wholly new awareness of the indivisibility of all life and the basic emptiness of all things? Certainly none was gifted with extraordinary intellect, nor were any endowed with supranormal powers. Suffering they had each known, but it was no more than what is experienced in the lifetime of an ordinary person. If they were exceptional in any way it was simply in their courage to "go they knew not where by a road they knew not of," prompted by a faith in their real Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seeker who does not find is still entrapped by his illusion of two worlds: one of perfection that lies beyond, of peace without struggle, of unending joy; the other the everyday meaningless world of pain and evil which is scarcely worth relating himself to. Secretly he longs for the former even as he openly despises the latter. Yet he hesitates to plunge into the teeming Void, into the abyss of his own Primal-nature, because in his deepest unconscious he fears abandoning his familiar world of duality for the unknown world of Oneness, the reality of which he still doubts. The finders, on the other hand, are restrained by neither fears nor doubts. Casting both aside, they leap because they can't do otherwise - they simply must and no longer know why - and so they triumph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6446868720762487240?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6446868720762487240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6446868720762487240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6446868720762487240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6446868720762487240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3287238994742229645</id><published>2009-01-16T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:08:27.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robotic Zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SXE76TEqRMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iwrGObdvQ24/s1600-h/robodog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SXE76TEqRMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iwrGObdvQ24/s200/robodog.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292076909875315906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Age Zen Master:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has a Robotic-Dog the Buddha-nature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm ...   well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MU?!?   ... But ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3287238994742229645?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3287238994742229645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3287238994742229645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3287238994742229645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3287238994742229645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/robotic-dog-and-zen.html' title='Robotic Zen'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SXE76TEqRMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iwrGObdvQ24/s72-c/robodog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-1950747384985230269</id><published>2009-01-12T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:28:32.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Under the Lamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In an old Sufi story about the wise-fool Mullah Nasrudin, the Mulllah is seen searching for a key under a street lamp. Helpful passersby join in the search but to no avail. They ask the Mullah if he is sure about that he lost the key there. The Mullah replies that he lost it yards away under a tree but since its dark there he thought of looking under the street lamp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The lesson? People don't want to do real work! Most of us just want to look like we are doing real inner work. Look busy so we feel better about where we are and going. We are trying to "Figure Out" the truth, read it in a book, or receive it from others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the light is brighter there! The work is, therefore, easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find our way, towards enlightenment, we must do it alone, most of the time. It might seem dark initially, but as our eyes adjust, it becomes brighter. Eventually we will see everything. We learn to use our own light, our own language, and our own intelligence. What we find is a truth beyond what an individual can "figure out". We become greater than any self image, and wiser than any fixed dogma frozen in language. We discover a field of knowing, a bliss where all thinking ends, all separation ends, all suffering ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can now see clearly that it has never been otherwise. The only difference is that now everything has its own meaning, and we don't have to carry anything again! Most of us pay a big price by looking under the street lamp! Most just read another book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be a lamp to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Be your own confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Hold the truth within yourself, as to&lt;br /&gt;the only truth. - Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Savoie - The Bridge to One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-1950747384985230269?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1950747384985230269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=1950747384985230269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1950747384985230269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1950747384985230269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-under-lamp.html' title='Looking Under the Lamp'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7910114735255472914</id><published>2009-01-01T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:13:03.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention</title><content type='html'>The importance of single-mindedness, of bare attention, is illustrated in the following anecdote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day a man of the people said to Zen Mater Ikkyu&lt;/span&gt;: "Master, will you please write for me some maxims of the highest wisdom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikkyu immediately took his brush and wrote the word "Attent&lt;/span&gt;ion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is that all?" asked the man. "Will you not add something more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikkyu then wrote twice running: "Attention. Attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," remarked the man rater irritably, "I really don't see much depth or subtlety in what you have just written."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Ikkyu wrote the same word three times running: "Attention. Attention. Attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-angered, the man demanded: "What does that word 'Attention' mean anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ikkyu answered gently: "Attention means attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the ordinary man, whose mind is a checkerboard of crisscrossing reflections, opinions, and prejudices, bare attention is virtually impossible; his life is thus centered not in reality itself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but in his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of it. By focusing the mind wholly on each object and every action, zazen strips it of extraneous thoughts and allows us to enter into a full rapport with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Three Pillars of ZEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7910114735255472914?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7910114735255472914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=7910114735255472914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7910114735255472914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7910114735255472914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/attention.html' title='Attention'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5681237904128720003</id><published>2008-12-31T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:14:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Year-end Reflection</title><content type='html'>And here we are on the last day of 2008. The new year is going to be here any minute now. I am sitting here thinking about everything that happened this year and am amazed by how much changes one can go through in a year both as an individual and also as a member of a community, a country. Life is full of changes and surprises, and that is the beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last post of this year, I am going to look a closer look at my own changes over the last 12 months. I will attempt to do this every year from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major Achievements&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished my Masters program in Electrical and Computer engineering. I'll be honest - this program is a breeze and it is hard to consider it as an achievement. But after twenty months of being in school it is also difficult to not list it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read over &lt;a href="http://buttkickingbooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-reading-list.html"&gt;65 books&lt;/a&gt;. Not too bad. A pretty good selection on a variety of topics and authors. Tremendously fun and educational. This is the second year in a roll that I read over 60 books in a year. I doubt I will do the same next year - it is very time consuming. I probably will take a different approach and tackle fewer but more difficult books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogging. This one came as an accident, but it is well worth it. I blog almost entirely for myself. It is a great way to sort of keep tabs on myself. There is no greater way to achieve clarity in your thinking than writing. When I write things down, my confusions fade away. It is also very helpful to look back on my posts and see where I have been, the journey I took so to speak. TweakMyLife in particular has affected my life, for the better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Healthier lifestyle. I made a number of improvements on my dieting and exercising. I was able to set up better and more efficient routines and stick to them. Generally speaking, I eat fairly healthy now and my weight fluctuates within a good range. I also supplement my diet with a number of exercises such as Aikido, general gym workout, and Yoga. The result is satisfactory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the beginning of the year I decided to gain a better understanding about all the major religions of the world, and that is just what I did. It was a very enriching and worthwhile experience. Religion, in all its shapes and forms, is the gem of all human wisdom. By studying them, I opened my eyes, not necessarily to their uniqueness (there is that too), but more to the Universal Truth that is shared by all religions. I find that each one is just a different path to the same mountain top. And I am in awe of the beauty, the absolute beauty, in almost all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buddhism. During my study of all the major religions of the world, I was particularly struck by Buddhism. I found a connection with it in a very special way. I love its pragmatism and its rational approach. As a result, I devoted some time to study it in depth and that has become transformational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goal-setting exercise. With two other classmates from the IEM program, we conducted a goal-setting exercise for the duration of the year. We tried a number of approaches, used lists and other means to help us track our goals. I believe the overall result was very good. All of us have become more productive in our lives. Many of the techniques I will carry over to the next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improving trading skills. I have spent some considerable time to improve my trading ability. Arguably I studied four of the most important trading books ever written and I believe they have fundamentally changed the way I think about trading. More importantly, I think they helped me to get rid of some of the bad habits I have grown accustomed to over the years. I am confident that what I did this year will shape my trading result in the years to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aikido. I consistently went to the class this year and practiced. I did incur some injuries and had to bail out for a month but other than that I kept up with my practice. Now I am a redbelt with four qualification tests completed and I am on track to become a blackbelt next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French and Chess. I have been studying French for most part of the year and I have made some good progress. Same thing with Chess. I believe my overall understanding of Chess is improving but I do need to continue to play in tournaments in order to improve my rating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overall I believe there is a good amount of personal growth this year. As an individual, I am more centered, and more ready to deal with changes. I have found a set of internal principles that I will use as my moral compass, and I am more at peace with myself. I credit this to the work I have done with religion/philosophy, meditation, and self-reflection. Although I have much work to do, my direction is clear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some Areas for Improvements &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to write more, and eventually have some of my writings published, I but never got around to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted to at least put some effort towards working on a business idea, but that never happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a good six months there I was working on too many goals; a small number of goals with more focus would be better next time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not made much improvements on my career. However, my view on that seems to be changing. What is a career? Do I really need one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to make more progress on music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My weight is around 140 lbs. My goals was to reach 137 by the end of this year. But I am not really disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fundamental Insights &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the most important things in life, perhaps the most important one, is maintaining my mindfulness on the present. Living in the moment. The quality of my life, my overall happiness, depends on it. The past matters not, the future matters not, what I do today, this hour, does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything that ever happened to me, that is happening to me, that will happen to me, is supposed to happen. There is other way it can happen. Whatever the result is, it is for my benefit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a way that you can achieve happiness, systematically. Happiness is not only possible, but it is probably. It is not only probable, it is, in fact, inevitable. Work on your salvation with diligence. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The answers are not out there, they are in here. If I want happiness, look deep within, and unearth what I already know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trading is just like poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything in life is the same. If you understand one thing through and through, you understand everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Overall 2008 has been a good year. I put in some effort working on the things that are important to me and I made good progress. I am happy with my work and where I am today. I am ready for the challenges and adventures next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5681237904128720003?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5681237904128720003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5681237904128720003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5681237904128720003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5681237904128720003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-end-reflection.html' title='2008 Year-end Reflection'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2380468181952040720</id><published>2008-12-31T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:14:41.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Choice</title><content type='html'>What is the freedom of choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting way to look at it, as I learned recently, is that regardless of what event happens to us, we have the freedom to choose how we react to it. No one can tell us how we can, or should react - we, and we alone, have that power. We can choose to let that event to get us down, to elate us or inspire us, or to not bother us at all. If we want to, we can make every event an empowering experience. The choice is ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2380468181952040720?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2380468181952040720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2380468181952040720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2380468181952040720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2380468181952040720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/freedom-of-choice.html' title='Freedom of Choice'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3597307138772650260</id><published>2008-12-31T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:08:30.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies, Hypocrisy, and ... Chess?</title><content type='html'>On the Chess-board lies and hypocrisy do not survive long. The creative combination lays bare the presumption of a lie; the merciless fact, culminating in a checkmate, contradicts the hypocrite. Our little Chess is one of the sanctuaries, where this principle of justice has occasionally had to hide to gain sustenance and a respite, after the army of mediocrities had driven it from the market-place. And many a man, struck by injustice as, say Socrates and Shakespeare were struck, has found justice realized on the Chess-board and has thereby recovered his courage and his vitality to continue to play the game of Life. Later generations, not so narrow-minded as ours, will recognize and appreciate this merit of our noble game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lasker's Manual of Chess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3597307138772650260?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3597307138772650260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3597307138772650260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3597307138772650260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3597307138772650260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/lies-hypocrisy-and-chess.html' title='Lies, Hypocrisy, and ... Chess?'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5781642823295158638</id><published>2008-12-25T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:24:49.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Enhancements</title><content type='html'>Besides Vitamin pills, there are three other supplements I take regularly. I find all of them help my body in numerous ways, without being addictive or having other side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yerba mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Yerba Mate is very much like coffee and tea, is considered safe by the FDA, and is on their GRAS (Generally Recognized as Safe) list. Consumed in moderation, it is recognized as one of the most healthful natural beverages on earth. However, unlike energy drinks, coffee and tea, it can give you sustained energy, focus and alertness without the jitteriness of caffeine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. It can help eliminate fatigue, while stimulating mental and physical activity. It has a beneficial effect on nerves and muscles; it can also enhance intellectual work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Yerba Mate health benefits have been documented by research such as being anti-inflammatory, antioxidant, antispasmodic, thermogenic (increases fat burning), aids in weight loss, and can help with mental clarity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. It contains vitamins A, C, E, B1, B2, Niacin (B3), B5, B... and complex minerals like Calcium, Manganese, Iron, Selenium, Potassium, Magnesium, Phosphorus, and Zinc. It also contains Carotene, Fatty Acids, Chlorophyll, Flavonols, Polyphenols, Inositol, Trace Minerals, Antioxidants, Tannins, Pantothenic Acid, and 15 Amino Acids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Yerba Mate also contains saponins which are phytochemicals ( natural plant sources) that have been found to specifically stimulate the immune system and aid the body in protecting against disease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. It contains polyphenols which are a group of phytochemicals that act as powerful antioxidants and are considered to have anti-cancer effects in mammals by strengthening their natural defenses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Less Pain and Inflammation&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Omega 3 fatty acids, particularly EPA, have a very positive effect on your inflammatory response. Through several mechanisms, they regulate your body's inflammation cycle, which prevents and relieves painful conditions like arthritis, prostatitis, cystitis and anything else ending in "itis."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Cardiovascular Health. Omega 3 fatty acids have also been proven to work wonders for your heart and the miles and miles of arteries and veins that make up your cardiovascular system. They help to lower cholesterol, tryglicerides, LDLs and blood pressure, while at the same time increasing good HDL cholesterol. This adds years to your life expectancy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Protection from Stroke and Heart Attack. When plaque builds up on arterial walls and then breaks loose, it causes what's known as a thrombosis, which is a fancy way of saying clot. If a clot gets stuck in the brain, it causes a stroke and when it plugs an artery, it causes a heart attack. Research shows omega 3 fatty acids break up clots before they can cause any damage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Better Brain Function and Higher Intelligence. Pregnant and nursing mothers can have a great impact on the intelligence and happiness of their babies by supplementing with fish oil. For adults, omega 3 improves memory, recall, reasoning and focus. You'll swear you're getting younger and smarter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Less Depression and Psychosis. Making you smarter is not all omega 3 does for your brain. Psychiatry department researchers at the University of Sheffield, along with many other research studies, found that omega 3 fish oil supplements "alleviate" the symptoms of depression, bipolar and psychosis &lt;i&gt;(Journal of Affective Disorder Vol. 48(2-3);149-55)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Lower Incidence of Childhood Disorders. Just to show how fish oil fatty acids leave nobody out, studies show that children (and adults) with ADD and ADHD experience a greatly improved quality of life. And those with dyslexia, dyspraxia and compulsive disorders have gotten a new lease on life thanks to omega 3 oils.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Reduction of Breast, Colon and Prostate Cancer. And finally, omega 3 fish oil has been shown to help prevent three of the most common forms of cancer – breast, colon and prostate. Science tells us that omega 3s accomplish this in three ways. They stop the alteration from a normal healthy cell to a cancerous mass, inhibiting unwanted cellular growth and causing apoptosis, or cellular death, of cancer cells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nettle Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;It cures diseases and inflammations of the urinary system, and also urinary retentions. It has a slightly laxative effect, being recommended in depurative remedies. For hepatic, biliary affections as well as for affections of the spleen, the treatment with nettle tea will last for a number of weeks. Nettle tea can also be of great help to those who suffer from diabetes, because it leads to the decrease of blood sugar and implicitly, of the glycaemia level. It is useful in eliminating virosis, and bacterial infections. Preparation: the tea can be prepared through soaking the fresh or dried leaves in boiled water. This method allows the retention of active substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find Nettle Tea to be very calming to my mind. I try to drink one before I go to bed each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5781642823295158638?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5781642823295158638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5781642823295158638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5781642823295158638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5781642823295158638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/natural-enhancements.html' title='Natural Enhancements'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6432345490558943957</id><published>2008-12-24T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:17:14.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine and I decided to do some volunteering work this Christmas. We called up Jimmie Hale Mission and they told us that they had more volunteers than they could handle this year, but they suggested Birmingham Hands On as an alternative. So we called there and, guess what, same story. All shelters are manned and there are plenty of drivers for food delivery.  They thanked our interest and put our names on a list just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think, given the economic condition, given all the turbulence and chaos we gone through this year, maybe people would be a little less giving, a little more conserving with their time and energy, but no, there is an overwhelming number of volunteers turned out this year. They care, not less, but more for the unfortunates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show that there are plenty of goodness in this world, all you have to do is pause and look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6432345490558943957?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6432345490558943957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6432345490558943957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6432345490558943957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6432345490558943957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-1466918781555343576</id><published>2008-12-23T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:15:54.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>Being a successful trader also takes courage: the courage to try, the courage to fail, the courage to succeed, and the courage to keep on going when the going gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Marcus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-1466918781555343576?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1466918781555343576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=1466918781555343576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1466918781555343576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1466918781555343576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-1884961409315252460</id><published>2008-12-20T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:52:56.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ordinary Teacher</title><content type='html'>A roshi is a person who has actualized that perfect freedom which is the potentiality for all human beings. He exists freely in the fullness of his whole being. The flow of his consciousness is not the fixed repetitive patterns of our usual self-centered consciousness, but rather arises spontaneously and naturally from the actual circumstances of the present. The results of this in terms of the quality of his life are extraordinary - buoyancy, vigor, straightforwardness, simplicity, humility, serenity, joyousness, uncanny perspicacity and unfathomable compassion. His whole being testifies to what it means to live in the reality of the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without anything said or done, just the impact of meeting a personality so developed can be enough to change another's whole way of life. But in the end it is not the extraordinariness of the teacher which perplexes, intrigues, and deepens the student, it is the teacher's utter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordinariness. &lt;/span&gt;Because he is just himself, he is a mirror for his students. When we are with him we feel our own strengths and shortcomings without any sense of praise or criticism from him. In his presence we see our original face, and the extraordinariness we see is only our own true nature. When we learn to let our own nature free, the boundaries between master and student disappear in a deep flow of being and joy in the unfolding of Buddha mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-1884961409315252460?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1884961409315252460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=1884961409315252460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1884961409315252460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1884961409315252460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/teacher-and-student.html' title='The Ordinary Teacher'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-788635702031576706</id><published>2008-12-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:29:31.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Zen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;The Zen of doing anything is doing it with a particular concentration of mind, a calmness and simplicity of mind, that brings the experience of enlightenment and, through that experience, happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done correctly, happiness is an inevitable end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enlightenment &lt;/span&gt;then? What exactly did Buddha experience and why was it so powerful? What in the world could make that much difference in one person's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The realization of their oneness with the Universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is what enlightenment is: knowing everything in the Universe is created from and is part of the same energy, and knowing that we are related to all of that. Once that awareness is obtained, all else falls into place.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-788635702031576706?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/788635702031576706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=788635702031576706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/788635702031576706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/788635702031576706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-zen.html' title='What is Zen?'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5566635080715084994</id><published>2008-11-10T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:18:53.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Gifts</title><content type='html'>The Shakers is a religious group with the belief that everyone could find God from within himself or herself, without external help from meditation, rituals, or clergy. It is a branch developed from the Quakers. Because their belief in celibacy, today there are only a handful of them left. What is interesting to me about the Shakers is their devotion to simplicity, living a simple life. One of their most famous folksong is called "Simple Gifts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Simple Gifts" was written by Elder Joseph while he was at the Shaker community in Alfred, Maine in 1848. These are the lyrics to his one-verse song: &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be, &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And when we find ourselves in the place just right,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;'Twill be in the valley of love and delight. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;When true simplicity is gain'd,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd, &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;To turn, turn will be our delight,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Till by turning, turning we come round right. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;And here is a very nice video about the Shakers and performance of "Simple Gifts" with guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ce5297f00fb6d1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7499629511045395053</id><published>2008-10-30T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:48:33.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gospel of Relaxation</title><content type='html'>William James, dean of American psychologists, in his little essay "The Gospel of Relaxation,", said that modern man was too tense, too concerned for results, too anxious (this was in 1899), and that there was a better and easier way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/jgospel.html"&gt;http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/jgospel.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7499629511045395053?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-1520194608052302943</id><published>2008-09-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:04:41.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the Franny in my life?</title><content type='html'>I miss Franny. I miss her idealism, her wit, her obsession, and her courage.  She is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Franny? Why haven't I found you yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-1520194608052302943?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1520194608052302943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=1520194608052302943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1520194608052302943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1520194608052302943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-is-zooey-in-my-life.html' title='Where is the Franny in my life?'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5961449207663840618</id><published>2008-09-17T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:24:29.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zen Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67fc6426c7aa137" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D067fc6426c7aa137%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D151F3D2B7C02F98EFE73567FB640C3D71BC52EAA.502193D1991F939C378BE90436417B2910F40ED7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67fc6426c7aa137%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMoDeN3w7hKp6qDS-egrugA_smYE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D067fc6426c7aa137%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D151F3D2B7C02F98EFE73567FB640C3D71BC52EAA.502193D1991F939C378BE90436417B2910F40ED7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67fc6426c7aa137%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMoDeN3w7hKp6qDS-egrugA_smYE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5961449207663840618?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=67fc6426c7aa137&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5961449207663840618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5961449207663840618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5961449207663840618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5961449207663840618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/zen-mind.html' title='The Zen Mind'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5288547994840787969</id><published>2008-09-17T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:34:39.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptying Your Cup</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite stories concerns a Buddhist scholar and a Zen Master. The scholar had an extensive background in Buddhist Studies and was an expert on the Nirvana Sutra. He came to study with the master and after making the customary bows, asked her to teach him Zen. Then, he began to talk about his extensive doctrinal background and rambled on and on about the many sutras he had studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master listened patiently and then began to make tea. When it was ready, she poured the tea into the scholar's cup until it began to overflow and run all over the floor. The scholar saw what was happening and shouted, "Stop, stop! The cup is full; you can't get anymore in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master stopped pouring and said: "You are like this cup; you are full of ideas about Buddha's Way. You come and ask for teaching, but your cup is full; I can't put anything in. Before I can teach you, you'll have to empty your cup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is and old one, but it continues to be played out in our lives day-by-day. We are so enamored of our own ideas and opinions and so trapped by our conditioning that we fill ourselves up to the brim and nothing can get in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5288547994840787969?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5288547994840787969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5288547994840787969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5288547994840787969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5288547994840787969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/emptying-your-cup.html' title='Emptying Your Cup'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-4449305333598710048</id><published>2008-09-14T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T05:21:22.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Wabi-Sabi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SM0BT34h_CI/AAAAAAAAACc/DZi0tC8aEYg/s1600-h/kunihito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SM0BT34h_CI/AAAAAAAAACc/DZi0tC8aEYg/s200/kunihito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245850581886696482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's start what it is not - a dipping sauce for sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wabi-sabi is a Japanese aesthetic that embraces a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. The emphasis on subtle details, even if noticed only by vigilant viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less is more. The importance of small doses and looking closely. Having quiet authority without having to be the center of attention. Simplicity. Working with a limited palette and keeping features to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize somethings "interestingness" has nothing to do with how complex it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the opposite of being monumental, spectacular, and enduring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity of wabi-sabi is best described as the state of grace arrived at by a sober, modest, heartfelt intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japanese they have a phrase for describing it - "natsukashii furusato," or an old memory of my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a richly mellow beauty that sticks with you for a long, long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-4449305333598710048?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4449305333598710048/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2624002476730434556</id><published>2008-09-11T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:00:05.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pebble</title><content type='html'>While sitting still and breathing slowly, think of yourself as a pebble which is falling through a clear stream. While sinking, there is no intention to guide your movement. Sink toward the spot of total rest on the gentle sand of the riverbed. Continue meditating on the pebble until your mind and body are at complete rest: a pebble resting on the sand. Maintain this peace and joy for a half hour while watching your breath. No thought about the past or future can pull you away from your present peace and joy. The universe exists in this present moment. No desire can pull you away from this present peace, not even the desire to become a Buddha or the desire to save all beings. Know that to become a Buddha and to save all beings can only be realized on the foundation of the pure peace of the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://buttkickingbooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/miracle-of-mindfulness.html"&gt;The Miracle of Mindfulness&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2624002476730434556?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2624002476730434556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2624002476730434556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2624002476730434556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2624002476730434556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/pebble.html' title='The Pebble'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-4374920786270111335</id><published>2008-08-31T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:18:21.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When we see ...</title><content type='html'>When we see that there is already a precious jewel in our pocket, we give up every attitude of craving or coveting. Seeing that we are lions, we do not long to nurse from a mother deer. Seeing that we are the sun, we give up the candle's habit of fearing the wind. Seeing that life has no boundaries, we give up all imprisoning divisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see ourselves and our life everywhere. That is why we help all living phenomena, all living species, like someone who has attained awakening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-4374920786270111335?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4374920786270111335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=4374920786270111335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4374920786270111335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4374920786270111335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-we-see.html' title='When we see ...'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3917671740365853712</id><published>2008-08-25T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:55:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anicca</title><content type='html'>The Buddha listed impermanence (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anicca) &lt;/span&gt;as the first of his Three Marks of Existence - characteristics that apply to everything in the natural order. The Buddha believed that we are free from the pain of clutching for permanence only if the acceptance of continual change is driven into our very marrow. Followers of the Buddha know well his advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regard this phantom world&lt;br /&gt;As a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream,&lt;br /&gt;A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,&lt;br /&gt;A flickering lamp - a phantom - and a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depth of the Buddha's wisdom is astounding. It is very difficult, at least for me, to understand how it is possible for a human being to achieve so much in his life. Yet, the Buddha's achievement is undeniable. His followers testified from their own experience that advance along his path enlarged their lives as well. Their worlds seemed to expand, and with each step they felt themselves more alive than they had been before. If increased freedom brings increased being, total freedom should be being itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A thousand questions remain, but the Buddha is silent.&lt;br /&gt;Others abide our questions. Thou are free.&lt;br /&gt;We ask and ask; thou smilest and art still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what the Buddha said on his deathbed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All compounded things decay. Work out your own salvation with diligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3917671740365853712?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3917671740365853712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3917671740365853712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3917671740365853712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3917671740365853712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/anicca.html' title='Anicca'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5349217228913498132</id><published>2008-08-21T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:47:19.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chess Lesson (Take Two)</title><content type='html'>Ozgur, a strong Chess expert, sent me this article - &lt;a href="http://www.kevinspraggett.com/badhabit.htm"&gt;http://www.kevinspraggett.com/badhabit.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Chess advices, something every Chess player should adhere to. And, just like many other things in life, lessons we learn here can be applied everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kevinspraggett.com/badhabit.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5349217228913498132?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5349217228913498132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5349217228913498132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5349217228913498132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5349217228913498132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/chess-lesson-take-two.html' title='Chess Lesson (Take Two)'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7300880821055613934</id><published>2008-08-13T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:48:27.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chess Lesson</title><content type='html'>My friend Kyle is a Chess master. Kyle's supreme knowledge of the opening theories, skillful handling of difficult positions, and ever present tactical alertness make him a deadly opponent; I have never played anyone as good as he is. Sometimes when we play a game, I feel as if I am not just fighting another chess player, but Chess itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I asked him for some guidance, and this is what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healthy, "connected" position is the basis of all things.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Play in harmony with the position.  Seek strategic guidance from the pawn structure (e.g. pawn targets, strong squares, spatial advantage in a sector of the board); think of how your plans may change if the pawn structure changes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Think of how you can generate play/how play will "flow" from your position.  Think of the same about your opponent's position.  Have an idea of what your next few moves will be (call it an "operation" or "miniplan") if your opponent does nothing to distract you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before you move, try to take into account all of your opponent's possible replies that contain an immediate threat.  Make a "prediction" of his most likely reply or replies, and how you will probably respond.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Look for multi-purpose moves (e.g. a way to deal with an opponent's threat which also furthers your own play, rather than being purely defensive).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself in the game and enjoy the battle of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Chess advice goes, I would be hard-pressed to find a better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7300880821055613934?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7300880821055613934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=7300880821055613934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7300880821055613934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7300880821055613934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/chess-lesson.html' title='A Chess Lesson'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-1602876455119118938</id><published>2008-08-10T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:10:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Either now or on your deathbed ...</title><content type='html'>you can come to the inevitable decision that there is no reason NOT to be great. Just be. Greatness is within everyone of us. Do you ever feel the burning of that internal fire? That is greatness. There are no reason, no excuses, no circumstances in the world can stop you from being great. Except you, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be great. Don't let anyone, most importantly yourself, tell you otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how sad it must feel to realize that on your deathbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-1602876455119118938?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1602876455119118938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=1602876455119118938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1602876455119118938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1602876455119118938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/either-now-or-on-your-deathbed.html' title='Either now or on your deathbed ...'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6151303891627057164</id><published>2008-08-10T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:23:03.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Musical Treat</title><content type='html'>I love the performance in this video. The music itself (theme from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) &lt;/span&gt;is hauntingly beautiful, and then the performer's intense concentration, combined with the silky smooth movement of his fingers as they slide up and down the neck of the cello,  just make the whole piece very enjoyable to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d017916c78f11ef1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd017916c78f11ef1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65B00CD4A4C4695C77B0AE405DFE5973BA353707.1AA1F2245C6FD0A5AEA3A750C04F0F2DE4F56AF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd017916c78f11ef1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeD-kb-1tNoJFwVGo4El1tbdjWwk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd017916c78f11ef1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65B00CD4A4C4695C77B0AE405DFE5973BA353707.1AA1F2245C6FD0A5AEA3A750C04F0F2DE4F56AF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd017916c78f11ef1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeD-kb-1tNoJFwVGo4El1tbdjWwk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6151303891627057164?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d017916c78f11ef1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6151303891627057164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6151303891627057164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6151303891627057164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6151303891627057164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty.html' title='A Musical Treat'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-4987317313896642269</id><published>2008-08-05T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:43:32.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy and Happiness</title><content type='html'>Happiness is more than joy. According to the teachings of the Buddha, joy is less pure because there is desire and excitement in it. When we anticipate a special occasion, we are often filled with excitement and joy - "I can't wait!" We should, however, be mindful of the fact that if we are too excited about something in the future, we tend to forget about the what is happening in the present moment. Joy is not the same as happiness. In the beginning, we need joy. But as we develop our happiness, the excitement that is present in joy disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The example given in the sutra is of a man dying of thirst in the desert, who sees an oasis, a fountain of water, in the midst of a grove of trees. He feels joy and excitement. His body and mind race towards the pool, and he bends down, puts his hands in the water and brings the water to his mouth. Until the very last moment before he drinks the water, he feels joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when he finally drinks the water, he tastes real happiness, and his excitement has completely disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True happiness is the emptiness of desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-4987317313896642269?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4987317313896642269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=4987317313896642269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4987317313896642269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4987317313896642269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/joy-and-happiness.html' title='Joy and Happiness'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-8333586766209129462</id><published>2008-07-31T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:34:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an old movie taught me</title><content type='html'>Remember those wonderful characters in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wizard of Oz? &lt;/span&gt;There were the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion: Dorothy's compatriots on the journey to see the great wizard who would grant each of them their most desired wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scarecrow wanted a brain, a mind with which to reason and know the truth of all things. The tin man hoped for a heart so that he would feel the presence of love which he longed. And then there is the cowardly lion who wanted courage to face his fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we remember what happened: by the end of their journey, after everything they went through because of their love for Dorothy and each other, they discovered that they don't need the wizard and the wish at all - the very quality of character for which they had gone out to look for was already living within them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have that within us. However, it cannot ever be gifted, granted, or given; it must be earned through our personal journey. Otherwise it will not be authentic and be truly ours. So take that journey, and find whatever that is you are looking for, from within yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-8333586766209129462?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8333586766209129462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=8333586766209129462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8333586766209129462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8333586766209129462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-old-movie-taught-me.html' title='What an old movie taught me'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-8219369569815231253</id><published>2008-07-30T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:33:54.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Like Water</title><content type='html'>Bruce Lee, not only was one of the greatest martial artists that ever lived, but also was quite a philosopher. He thought deeply about the essence of martial art, often breaking the boundaries set by traditional teachings. During the years he shared many of his findings, here is one example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Similarly, in Karate they often talk about having a "mind like water", which means keeping a mental readiness like a pond, dwell in stillness, quietly reflecting. When you throw a pebble into the pond, the pond does not overreact, nor under-react; it takes the pebble as is, accepting it, and then softly, calmly returns to its original stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be like water, my friend.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-8219369569815231253?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8219369569815231253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=8219369569815231253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8219369569815231253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8219369569815231253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-like-water.html' title='Be Like Water'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-406586915794124683</id><published>2008-07-27T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:39:36.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il faut cultiver son jardin</title><content type='html'>Indeed, we all must work in our garden. To me, this has several meanings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life's reward comes with hard work, dedication, and persistence; there is no short cut to    success. It might be nice or advantageous to be smart or good-looking, but they are poor substitutes for real, authentic labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is "our" garden we need to work in, not others. What other people do or don't do with their gardens are not our primary concern; our garden is. Focus on that and everything else will take care themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are many people in this world who want to sell you "gardening tools" - how to speak well, how to network, how to be social, etc., etc.. Or better yet, Life Coaching. Although these techniques do have value, they pale in comparison to the work that we MUST do internally, if what we desire is true, long-lasting happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who must&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-406586915794124683?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/406586915794124683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=406586915794124683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/406586915794124683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/406586915794124683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-faut-cultiver-son-jardin.html' title='Il faut cultiver son jardin'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3216421380654003182</id><published>2008-07-22T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T05:03:22.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is</title><content type='html'>It is not our duty to suffer over what will be or won't be - to live with painful regret or guilt over what was or wasn't. Our sole task is to be responsible for what is - and to allow this relationship with life to produce what it will. There may or may not be suffering in this order of responsibility, but, if there is, it will be transformational as opposed to self-tormenting - which is the negative effect of every act born of assuming some false responsibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3216421380654003182?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3216421380654003182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3216421380654003182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3216421380654003182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3216421380654003182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is.html' title='What Is'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-535998198877430109</id><published>2008-07-14T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:21:16.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Sausage Patties</title><content type='html'>I love sausages, but they are unhealthy - too much FAT. Recently, a friend of mine (thanks Kim!) cooked me some veggie patties from Morningstar, and oh my God, they are delicious! They taste just like real sausages, if not better. Above all, it is packed with meatless soy products, herbs, spices, and contains only 3 grams of FAT, where a regular sausage patty has 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutritional Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Serving:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 pattie, 1.34&lt;abbr title="ounces"&gt;oz.&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Calories:&lt;/strong&gt; 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fat:&lt;/strong&gt;5%, 3&lt;abbr title="grams"&gt;g&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cholesterol:&lt;/strong&gt; 0%, 0&lt;abbr title="milligrams"&gt;mg &lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sodium:&lt;/strong&gt; 11%, 260&lt;abbr title="milligrams"&gt;mg &lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Protein:&lt;/strong&gt; 10&lt;abbr title="grams"&gt;g&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Carbs:&lt;/strong&gt; 1%, 3&lt;abbr title="grams"&gt;g&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fiber:&lt;/strong&gt; 6%, 1&lt;abbr title="grams"&gt;g&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sugar:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;1&lt;abbr title="grams"&gt;g&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are very easy to cook - you can heat it over a skillet, microwave it, toast it, or bake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Walmart, a package with 6 patties costs a little under 3 dollars. (They also have other products, like veggie hamburger, chicken nuggets, etc. I have to try them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morningstar, I love thee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-535998198877430109?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/535998198877430109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=535998198877430109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/535998198877430109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/535998198877430109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/veggie-sausage-patties.html' title='Veggie Sausage Patties'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-941707461896216139</id><published>2008-07-12T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T05:58:54.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong and Weak</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we try to project an image of being strong to people around us. But at the same time, we often realize that we do it in vain - the more we demand or crave the respect of others, the less likely we are to receive it. If you've ever tried to raise children, you know this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples of how we may be unknowingly sabotaging ourselves while wrongly assuming we're strengthening our position with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fawning before people to win their favor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expressing contrived concern for someone's well-being&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making small talk to cover up nervousness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging on to someone's every word&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking for someone's approval&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asking if someone is angry with you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fishing for a kind word&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to impress someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossiping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Explaining yourself to others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-941707461896216139?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3584202657621485643</id><published>2008-07-04T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T05:32:37.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufi Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5f36ddb1ea8eba78" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-702781827759896945</id><published>2008-06-29T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:14:42.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unmoving Center</title><content type='html'>Religions are beautiful. I am not sure how religious I am but I often find the world's religions breathtakingly beautiful . Somehow, the relentless effort by human beings to reach for the heaven tends to lift us beyond what we think is possible, and beauty ensues. If we only take the time to appreciate all these beauty,  we might find people of different faith are more alike than not, and religion could simply be the same God revealing his glorious image in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Sufi mystic, Jalaluddin Rumi, seeing children whirl, thought that there must be something that the children feel but they cannot express, and perhaps they are not fully aware of what it is. So he tried whirling himself, and he was amazed that if you go on whirling there comes a moment when the center of your being remains static and your whole body and mind, whirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Jalaluddin realized that you can find the unmoving center of your being, he tried for third-six hours non-stop -- he was determined to whirl to his absolute capacity, not to hold back anything, so for third-six hours he whirled, and a great crowd watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After third-six hours he fell down, and Jalauddin was laughing loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You think you have seen me falling, I have also seen myself falling. These third-six hours I have not moved a single inch. Now, I don't have to go to Mecca in search of God, I have found him. In the unmoving center of my own being, he is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4071f2b4a9817e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D04071f2b4a9817e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2449D02687BC416075CA93F7ED0C666680EC8121.12473839D3E99908DBE083B66E1A0602F13DA253%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4071f2b4a9817e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKGbRBdtseEYP4lv9FMcXTyhswMg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D04071f2b4a9817e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2449D02687BC416075CA93F7ED0C666680EC8121.12473839D3E99908DBE083B66E1A0602F13DA253%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4071f2b4a9817e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKGbRBdtseEYP4lv9FMcXTyhswMg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear readers, isn't this beautiful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-702781827759896945?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4071f2b4a9817e3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/702781827759896945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=702781827759896945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/702781827759896945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/702781827759896945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/unmoving-center.html' title='The Unmoving Center'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6563701239737439011</id><published>2008-06-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:04:08.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Give a Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech</title><content type='html'>In 1962, Steinbeck won the &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;Nobel Prize for Literature&lt;/span&gt; for his “realistic and imaginative writing, combining as it does sympathetic humor and keen social perception.” Privately, he felt he did not deserve the honor. In his acceptance speech, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="toccolours" style="padding: 10px 15px; float: none; display: table;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit—for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;– &lt;cite&gt;Steinbeck Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6563701239737439011?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6563701239737439011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6563701239737439011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6563701239737439011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6563701239737439011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-give-nobel-prize-acceptance.html' title='How to Give a Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3205096371401256655</id><published>2008-06-28T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:14:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Guide to World Domination</title><content type='html'>Yup, you heard it right, World Domination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the goal of Chris Guillebeau, a man with interesting experiences and fascinating ideas. &lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/files/2008/06/worlddomination.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Brief Guild to World Domination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is his manifesto of a social experiment, and you can track his progress &lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manifesto starts out with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want it &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;badly &lt;/span&gt;enough, and are willing to make some changes in your life to cause it to happen, you too can take over the world... or do anything else you really want to do. Yes, you really can have it all. The only things you'll need to give up are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;assumptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;comfort zone&lt;/span&gt; that holds you back from greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3205096371401256655?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3205096371401256655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3205096371401256655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3205096371401256655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3205096371401256655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/brief-guide-to-world-domination.html' title='A Brief Guide to World Domination'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-120228534243658222</id><published>2008-06-25T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:28:37.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short, fall in love maidens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;life is brief.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fall in love, maidens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;before the crimson bloom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fades from your lips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;before the tides of passion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cool within you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for those of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who know no tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;life is brief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fall in love, maidens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;before his hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;take up his boat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;before the flush of his cheeks fades&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for those of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who will never return here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;life is brief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fall in love, maidens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;before the boat drifts away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;on the waves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;before the hand resting on your shoulder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;becomes frail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for those who will never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;be seen here again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;life is brief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fall in love, maidens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;before the raven tresses&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;begin to fade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;before the flame in your hearts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;flicker and die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for those to whom today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;will never return&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-120228534243658222?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/120228534243658222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=120228534243658222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/120228534243658222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/120228534243658222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-short-fall-in-love-maidens.html' title='Life is short, fall in love maidens...'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2926354390899474325</id><published>2008-06-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:53:16.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>My friend Bob reminded me how good of a movie that "Scent of a Woman" is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First, the Tango scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f899ac425090321c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df899ac425090321c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D186F19BFDC03406B14CB853B528D1C9E9F9C24EB.6A48C54E03E6D446AEC627CAE8FEE354381712F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df899ac425090321c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQUua1Qdo3TyH6MbzKeYnJFkJmYQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df899ac425090321c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330357518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D186F19BFDC03406B14CB853B528D1C9E9F9C24EB.6A48C54E03E6D446AEC627CAE8FEE354381712F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df899ac425090321c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQUua1Qdo3TyH6MbzKeYnJFkJmYQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then there is the court room like scene where Al defends Charlie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Lucida Sans;font-size:85%;"  &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000199/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);"&gt;Lt. Col. Frank Slade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: [&lt;i&gt;Lt. Col.  Frank Slade is speaking in defense of Charlie Simms at meeting at the Baird  School&lt;/i&gt;] Now I have come to the cross-roads in my life. I always knew what  the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it. You know  why? It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;too damn hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Now  here's Charlie. He's come to the cross-roads. He has chosen a path. It's the  right path. It's a path made of principle that leads to character. Let him  continue on his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2926354390899474325?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f899ac425090321c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2926354390899474325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2926354390899474325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2926354390899474325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2926354390899474325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/scent-of-woman.html' title='Scent of a Woman'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2985122062006398917</id><published>2008-06-21T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:31:42.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evernote</title><content type='html'>It is necessary to organize your mind, especially when it is overcrowded in the Information Age we live in today. A good tool I recently discovered is Evernote, an online utility that can accept your thoughts from virtually anywhere - web, email, PDA, desktop, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of features I really like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It has a tagging system that can be used to categorize and search your notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Its browser plugin can easily capture any web content you are interested in and turn it into a note. This is super convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find Evernote &lt;a href="http://www.evernote.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2985122062006398917?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2985122062006398917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2985122062006398917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2985122062006398917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2985122062006398917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/evernote.html' title='Evernote'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5538684017586196831</id><published>2008-06-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:04:59.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Four</title><content type='html'>Tim Taylor, one of my personal heroes, fondly recalls what his NASA mentor told him once about life in his book "&lt;a href="http://buttkickingbooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html"&gt;Launch Fever&lt;/a&gt;" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember him saying, "You need to know who you are and what you enjoy doing so when one of the life changing opportunities comes your way, you will recognize it as one of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the big four&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You should then do everything you can to make it happen. Most people miss those four opportunities and live a life of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiet desperation&lt;/span&gt;. Your contentment in life will be determined by the choices you make regardless of all the negative events in your life. To enhance your life you will need to find a couple of those big four opportunities to create success in your life. No one is responsible for your success but you. Not your government. Not your mom and dad, and not your employer. You will determine your fate in life, and in the end you will have no one to blame other than your self. Those who continue to be the victim and blame others for their condition will never grow and be successful. You have to be your own bus driver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If there is only one life lesson one can take, this is probably should be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6120873404433217489-5538684017586196831?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5538684017586196831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5538684017586196831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5538684017586196831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5538684017586196831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-four.html' title='The Big Four'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6538850100652213676</id><published>2008-06-21T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:50:50.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful Money-saving Blogs</title><content type='html'>Gas price seems to be going up everyday, and of course, other expenses follow suit. It seems obvious that the economic downturn is not over and the worst is yet to come. Just about everyone is feeling the pinch. After all, it is hard to cut down driving and impossible to quit eating. So what can we do to make our dollars work harder? A few excellent Blogs might shed some clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/money_saving_mom/"&gt;Money Saving Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of shopping advices, great deals, and coupons.&lt;br /&gt;Offers very specific strategies on stores like Walgreens and CVS.&lt;br /&gt;Updated daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://getrichslowly.org/blog/"&gt;Get Rich Slowly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overall financial advice blog. Many tips on how to save your money, and how to make money as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently list links to other great sites and articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.gasbuddy.com/"&gt;Gas Buddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter your zip code and it will find out where you can get the cheapest gas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.deals2buy.com/"&gt;Deals to Buy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to buy something, electronics, gifts, what have you, check here first. It almost always give you the best deal on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.half.ebay.com/"&gt;Half.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically ditched Amazon all together after I discovered half.com. Fantastic saving on books, music, movies, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know others? Write me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6538850100652213676?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6538850100652213676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6538850100652213676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6538850100652213676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6538850100652213676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/useful-money-saving-blogs.html' title='Useful Money-saving Blogs'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6871039076306447351</id><published>2008-06-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:52:32.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aikido Secrets Revealed!</title><content type='html'>As I looked at my Blog today, this showed up on one of the Google Ads: &lt;a href="http://www.bestmasites.com/ser/a.php?pa=Aikido"&gt;Aikido Secrets&lt;/a&gt;. I had a good laugh after reading its first page -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="style14"&gt;&lt;span class="list_bullet"&gt;A Nage-Waza &lt;em&gt;(throwing technique) &lt;/em&gt;so dangerous that most insiders won't share it with anyone outside of our inner circle... &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is that controversial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="style14"&gt;* How to use a &lt;em&gt;"Iriminage" (body throw) &lt;/em&gt;that is so dangerous that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your attacker or opponent will have nightmares for the next decade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after being humiliated by you with this insider technique...&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="list_bullet"&gt;&lt;span class="style14"&gt;The top Aikido pressure points techniques... If used properly will insure your opponent drops to his knee's within 3 seconds. &lt;span class="style39"&gt;(He will start crying after 5 seconds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sounds like another product of our instant-gratification-on-sale culture. O Sensei, bless his heart, must be turning in his grave somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered some Aikido secrets of my own. And I give them out for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find an excellent Dojo like this one - &lt;a href="http://www.usamartialarts.com/"&gt;http://www.usamartialarts.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put your heart and soul into the training. Go to class and train every week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think less and less about how to make yourself look good, think more and more on  your understanding of the Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't worry about the belt - it is not important. Train and the belt will come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You might have joined for the techniques, but if you train correctly, you will leave with everything else. If you do choose to leave that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many Aikido becomes a life-long journey, a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="list_bullet"&gt;&lt;span class="style14"&gt;&lt;span class="style39"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6120873404433217489-6871039076306447351?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6871039076306447351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6871039076306447351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6871039076306447351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6871039076306447351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/aikido-secrets-revealed.html' title='Aikido Secrets Revealed!'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-1292543140151620336</id><published>2008-06-15T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:36:32.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Letter</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;a href="http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/2008/06/15/financial-advice-from-my-father-when-i-was-nineteen/"&gt;this posting&lt;/a&gt; today and was quite moved - it was a letter from a father to his 19 year old son. You can't help but feel this tender ever-lasting love he had for his son. Some of the wisdoms he tried to pass on are just timeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is comforting to know that the human race we are all part of has such extraordinary capacity for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps writing letters is a lost art now days; I often wish it is not. In a world filled with emails and text messages, this one reminds me of the older and simpler times, when real and quality communication had its place. If I ever have a child, I will write a letter like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorites from the letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Girls can be handy. They are nice to talk to and smooch and some times they take pity on poor helpless males and cook them a meal + iron for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know the time will come when you may go on an adventure such as a move out of state or a trip to Australia or whatever else crosses that mind of yours. We will probably throw out all kinds of cautions. That’s just what parents do but follow your dreams anyhow. Please don’t ever move off without letting us know where you are and dropping a note once in a while just to say your OK. Parents have spent 18 years listening to your every breath and loosing sleep if you missed a breath and they just can’t get out of that habit easily. You can do most anything you want and you will have our approval as long as we know you are OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-1292543140151620336?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1292543140151620336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=1292543140151620336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1292543140151620336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1292543140151620336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-letter.html' title='A Father&apos;s Letter'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-1669789892862358879</id><published>2008-06-15T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:15:55.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aikido Poem</title><content type='html'>This poem was written by Gaku Homma Sensei, a Japanese Aikido instructor living in the United States. His first teacher, referred to by the title of the poem, was none other than Morihei Ueshiba, the O Sensei himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO MY FIRST TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With thanks for having known you living in the Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O-Sensei, you once asked me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Why haven't you practiced today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I had to cut the grass, Sensei," I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     You smiled and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     "You can cut the grass any day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     but this old man won't be around forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     to teach you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One beautiful afternoon you told me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Go mail this package, and then we'll practice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You taught me suwari-waza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in your everyday kimono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I watched you on the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as we travelled to Headquarters in Tokyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You bought a box lunch and some fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for a little girl who sat across from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later, at home in Iwama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the quiet dojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; after all the students had left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you sat facing the direction of Headquarters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and expressed disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the high-ranking students there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some men call you divine, a superior being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I don't think that is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You were a great martial artist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but at the same time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; an ordinary, kind old man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when not in the dojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's why I try to follow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; only because it is the way of Aiki,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to which not a god, but a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; opened the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon, your memorial day will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I write this poem in gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaku Homma - Aikido NIPPON KAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-1669789892862358879?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1669789892862358879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=1669789892862358879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1669789892862358879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1669789892862358879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/aikido-poem.html' title='Aikido Poem'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3709815013412742947</id><published>2008-06-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:01:14.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Library of the Living Dead</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Spiers wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/124/library-of-the-living-dead.html"&gt;great article&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast Company&lt;/span&gt;, April 2008 issue. I wholeheartedly agree with her position and am thrilled that someone finally put some intelligent thoughts behind the matter. Here is some of her observations (bolding is mine) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many books promise financial riches and personal professional growth, as long as we abide by the rules. 'There is a formula,' Donald Trump assures the reader in his book, &lt;em&gt;Think Big and Kick Ass&lt;/em&gt; (No. 8), 'a recipe for success that the top 2% live by and that you can follow to be successful.' Naturally, Trump's formula isn't the same as Suze Orman's (No. 7) or John Kotter's (No. 14). So which road leads to success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is that, sadly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none of them do&lt;/span&gt;. When managers buy those books in bulk for their employees, there may be some well-intentioned hope that the books will provide a useful framework for solving problems. But the real utility of 7 Habits and 12 Disciplines and 50 Ways is that they create the illusion of progress simply by adding another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;layer of busyness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business books let us amble zombielike through our careers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freeing us from responsibility for the quality of our own decision making&lt;/span&gt;. Better to delegate that responsibility to other people -- Jack Welch, perhaps. It's a fresh spin on the old saw that no one ever got fired for buying &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dotted green;"&gt;IBM&lt;/span&gt;: No one will ever get canned for leaning on something with a Ken Blanchard blurb on the front cover. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The alternative, too frightening to contemplate, is to admit that problems are usually too complex to be reduced to one-size-fits-all solutions, to train ourselves to do our own analysis&lt;/span&gt;, and to be a little more skeptical when the shrieking man on TV tells us to buy shares of Google right this very minute. If we can't do that, let's at least reshelve business best sellers where they belong -- in the self-help section."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said, Ms. Spiers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3709815013412742947?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3709815013412742947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3709815013412742947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3709815013412742947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3709815013412742947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/library-of-living-dead.html' title='Library of the Living Dead'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3218392270639223070</id><published>2008-05-31T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T14:05:10.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food to avoid</title><content type='html'>Don't walk, run away from the following foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-Diary topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doughnuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fettuccine Alfredo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sausages (grr!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fried Chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imitation Cheese in a Can (who eats that?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French Fries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spongy White Bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fried Wantons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There is no reason to go into the details for each one; trust me, it is better not to know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3218392270639223070?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3218392270639223070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3218392270639223070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3218392270639223070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3218392270639223070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/food-to-avoid.html' title='Food to avoid'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5711290624775194592</id><published>2008-05-28T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T06:10:25.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies that make you think</title><content type='html'>Here is a good post with a list of 10 movies, many of which are my own favorites -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bravenewtraveler.com/2008/05/27/the-red-pill-10-films-guaranteed-to-blow-your-mind/"&gt;http://www.bravenewtraveler.com/2008/05/27/the-red-pill-10-films-guaranteed-to-blow-your-mind/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the comments - good suggestions there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5711290624775194592?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5711290624775194592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5711290624775194592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5711290624775194592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5711290624775194592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/movies-that-make-you-think.html' title='Movies that make you think'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-5534650157398848504</id><published>2008-05-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:33:20.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen Miracle</title><content type='html'>"What is the most miraculous of all miracles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That I sit quietly by myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply to see things as they are, as they truly are in themselves, is life enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen often wears the air of divine ordinariness: "Have you eaten? Then wash your bowls." If you cannot find the meaning of life in an act as simple as doing the dishes, you will not find it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked what Zen training leads to, a Western student who had been practicing for seven years in Kyoto answered, "No paranormal experiences that I can detect. But you wake up in the morning and the world seems so beautiful and you can hardly stand it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Side note, that reminds me of "American Beauty".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-5534650157398848504?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5534650157398848504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=5534650157398848504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5534650157398848504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/5534650157398848504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/zen-miracle.html' title='Zen Miracle'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-4788298892179342549</id><published>2008-05-19T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:41:21.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brevity is Vigor</title><content type='html'>William Strunk JR. and E.B. White's brilliant book "The Elements of Style" has many great writing advices that everyone should follow. For me, the one gem on top of the list, most likely because I am so bad at it, is "brevity is vigor." "Omit needless words!", "Omit needless words!", "Omit needless words!" - cries the author throughout the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his wisdom is timeless. Today's media, Internet, the Information Highway, and even the Academia is filled with "dumbed-down" and "bloated-up" trash that is frequently wordy and vacuous. What can be said in two sentences are expanded into five. "Words are cheap", the authors seem to say. Unfortunately, so are their ideas - they are like the prevalent fast foods: cheap, fast, in large quantities, but ultimately bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what some other people said about brevity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will be brief.&lt;/span&gt; ~William Shakespeare, &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what other men say in whole books - what other men do not say in whole books.&lt;/span&gt; ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, &lt;i&gt;Twilight of the Idols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If it takes a lot of words to say what you have in mind, give it more thought.  &lt;/span&gt;~Dennis Roth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-4788298892179342549?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4788298892179342549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=4788298892179342549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4788298892179342549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4788298892179342549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/brevity-is-vigor.html' title='Brevity is Vigor'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6358972257386458005</id><published>2008-05-17T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T06:32:48.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe! You Are Alive</title><content type='html'>Breathe and you know that you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and you know that all is helping you.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and you know that you are the world.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and you know that the flower is breathing too.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for yourself and you breathe for the world.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in compassion and breathe out joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and be one with the air that you breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and be one with the river that flows.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and be one with the earth that you tread.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and be one with the fire that glows.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and you break the thought of birth and death.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and you see that impermanence is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for your joy to be steady and calm.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for your sorrow to flow away.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe to renew every cell in your blood.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe to renew the depths of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and you dwell in the here and now.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe and all you touch is new and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annabel Laity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6358972257386458005?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6358972257386458005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6358972257386458005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6358972257386458005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6358972257386458005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/breathe-you-are-alive.html' title='Breathe! You Are Alive'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-227725093212767905</id><published>2008-05-10T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:22:59.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to Jail!</title><content type='html'>I never heard about this one before but I immediately liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes you are stuck with doing something you don't like to do? You can't wait to get it over with so you can go do something else that is more exciting and fun? Heck yea, we all know how that feels. In fact, isn't life filled with things like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this - put yourself in jail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are in a jail. You have nowhere to go, no one to talk to, there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;more exciting coming up later that day than this thing you are doing. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when you clean your house, practice guitar, or wash your dishes, give it a try. It might put you in a calmer, focused state, and bring more quality into the mundanes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-227725093212767905?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/227725093212767905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=227725093212767905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/227725093212767905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/227725093212767905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-to-jail.html' title='Go to Jail!'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3428253291347459603</id><published>2008-05-10T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:37:52.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Light</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I stretch or exercise I don't know how far I should push myself. Here is an useful visualization I recently learned: picture a traffic light with red yellow and green signals. Green means "no problem", Yellow is "pushing it a little with effort", red is, of course, too dangerous o try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In training, or in any other goal-oriented activities in life, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;essential &lt;/span&gt;that you reach into the yellow light zone frequently. When you do this, it should be voluntary and intentional. You should also always know when your "signal" turns red, and stop when it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3428253291347459603?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3428253291347459603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3428253291347459603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3428253291347459603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3428253291347459603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/traffic-light-approach.html' title='Traffic Light'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-1354696648481078282</id><published>2008-04-30T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:50:19.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glycemic Index</title><content type='html'>Glycemic Index is not the name of some new bio-stock mutual fund, but a measurement of how fast a particular type of food releases glucose into your blood stream. Low GI food tends to do it slowly, which keeps your energy levels balanced. Further more, Low GI diets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;increase the body's sensitivity to insulin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;improve diabetes control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reduce the risk of heart disease&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reduce blood cholesterol levels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prolong physical endurance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sounds good, doesn't it? But how do I get my hands on some delicious low GI food? Fear not, you can find out with web sites like &lt;a href="http://www.lowglycemicdiet.com/gifoodlist.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, follow some general guidance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use breakfast cereals based on oats, barley and bran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use breads with wholegrains, stone-ground flour, sour dough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduce the amount of potatoes you eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy all other types of fruit and vegetables&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use Basmati or Doongara rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy pasta, noodles, quinoa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat plenty of salad vegetables with a vinaigrette dressing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But how can I give up white rice? I am Chinese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-1354696648481078282?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1354696648481078282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=1354696648481078282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1354696648481078282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/1354696648481078282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/glycemic-index.html' title='Glycemic Index'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-8951631478111182016</id><published>2008-04-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:13:54.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in-betweens</title><content type='html'>"Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans." - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often I lose sight of what's happening in the current moment because I am too busy anticipating the end,  planning for the future, or worrying about hitting the goal. I move on, lost to the experience of the moment that is full of opportunities and sensations waiting for my presence and acknowledgment. I can feel that even as I sit here write this entry. Too often our focus is given to beginnings and endings and the in-betweens go unnoticed. How many moments have we lost in our lives because we failed to fully engage them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presence is that quality that arises from the awareness we bring to our actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-8951631478111182016?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8951631478111182016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=8951631478111182016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8951631478111182016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/8951631478111182016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-betweens.html' title='in-betweens'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-6140177035931233189</id><published>2008-04-29T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:07:52.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop on Yellow</title><content type='html'>I used to never wait on the Yellow traffic light - Yellow almost signaled for speeding up back then. I was always in a rush to get somewhere, and stopping at Yellow seemed to be such a waste of time. As a result, I ran a few red lights, and got caught a few times. Now thinking back, I think it was just stupid. What is the rush? It is so not worth it to save a couple of minutes by taking the risk of getting a ticket, or worse, get into an accident. Life is too precious to take that risk. Now I make a conscious effort to stop at every yellow light, regardless how much a hurry I am in. Before you know it, stopping becomes second nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are really in a hurry, leave a few minutes earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-6140177035931233189?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6140177035931233189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=6140177035931233189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6140177035931233189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/6140177035931233189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/stop-on-yellow.html' title='Stop on Yellow'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-640957845024210483</id><published>2008-04-18T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:05:15.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Shower</title><content type='html'>I learned this trick from Tim Taylor - author, rocket man, entrepreneur, family man; he is quite a character. Tim believes that it is important to remember just how lucky we are every and each day, so he suggests that every time when you take a shower, you count your blessings, literally. In that ten to fifteen minutes, he could usually come up with eight to ten things, even on the days he feels like crap. This tiny investment sets his perspective right, and changes his outlook for the entire day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-640957845024210483?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/640957845024210483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=640957845024210483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/640957845024210483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/640957845024210483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/power-shower.html' title='Power Shower'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2002931301389558052</id><published>2008-04-16T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:31:43.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Ways to Wash Dishes</title><content type='html'>There are two ways to wash dishes - First, you wash the dishes so you can have clean dishes for your next meal; Second, you wash dishes to wash dishes. In the first case, you are thinking about the meal afterwards, and hurrying to get the dishes out the way; you are never present in the moment, and therefore not really "alive". When you do wash the dishes to wash the dishes, then the entire activity becomes alive with possibilities, which makes you capable of realizing the miracles of life while standing at the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend that I understand any of this. But I do want to write it down so I can reflect on it. Because I think, this might very well be, the very thing I am missing in my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2002931301389558052?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2002931301389558052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2002931301389558052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2002931301389558052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2002931301389558052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-ways-to-wash-dishes.html' title='Two Ways to Wash Dishes'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-4342950593472923893</id><published>2008-04-12T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:45:34.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax your shoulders</title><content type='html'>This might be one of the most effective "techniques" I learned last year. When you feel tense, pressured or just stressed out, relax your shoulders. Throughout the day, make frequent mental checks of how tight your shoulders are, and relax them. It works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a tip, use telephone ring as a trigger - every time when you hear an incoming call, relax your shoulders. Do this a couple of times you'll find yourself do it automatically, without effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once your shoulders are relaxed, you are more focused, calmer, and better equipped to deal with whatever life throws at you. Try it and you'll see what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-4342950593472923893?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4342950593472923893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=4342950593472923893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4342950593472923893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/4342950593472923893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/relax-your-shoulders.html' title='Relax your shoulders'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-7385786681905663880</id><published>2008-04-08T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:30:32.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think C.A.L.M</title><content type='html'>Calm represents a peaceful state of mind. A calm mind is not easily distracted - it is resilient and effective. It's reassuring to be around someone who has a calm mind because they exude a sense of quiet confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C  &lt;/span&gt;- Centered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A  &lt;/span&gt;- Alive and Attentive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;  - Lighthearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; - Magical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-7385786681905663880?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7385786681905663880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=7385786681905663880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7385786681905663880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/7385786681905663880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/think-calm.html' title='Think C.A.L.M'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2404424677468073184</id><published>2008-04-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:12:06.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mind is what you read</title><content type='html'>With the help of RSS readers (e.g., Google Reader), it is very convenient to keep track of the Blogs you read. Take some time and select one with a good writer, read it consistently, and you'll find its benefits are tremendous. Don't go with the trashy ones though - they are just a waste of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, your mind is what you read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love &lt;a href="http://dontoearth.blogspot.com/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2404424677468073184?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2404424677468073184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2404424677468073184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2404424677468073184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2404424677468073184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-mind-is-what-you-read.html' title='Your mind is what you read'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2407716582898010008</id><published>2008-04-06T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:07:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read a poem</title><content type='html'>Poem is one of those things that can tickle your brain in a funny way. Sometimes when I am stressed out, tired, or frustrated, a good poem can bring me comfort, inspiration, and clarity. Unlike a book, reading a poem is not so time consuming, but its impact can linger on your mind for days, months, or years. Good poem is like high-grade chocolate - best in small doses. Try this one on for size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wallace Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among twenty snowy mountains,&lt;br /&gt;The only moving thing&lt;br /&gt;Was the eye of the blackbird.  &lt;p&gt; II&lt;br /&gt;I was of three minds,&lt;br /&gt;Like a tree&lt;br /&gt;In which there are three blackbirds.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; III&lt;br /&gt;The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.&lt;br /&gt;It was a small part of the pantomime.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; IV&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman&lt;br /&gt;Are one.&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman and a blackbird&lt;br /&gt;Are one.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; V&lt;br /&gt;I do not know which to prefer,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of inflections&lt;br /&gt;Or the beauty of innuendoes,&lt;br /&gt;The blackbird whistling&lt;br /&gt;Or just after.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; VI&lt;br /&gt;Icicles filled the long window&lt;br /&gt;With barbaric glass.&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of the blackbird&lt;br /&gt;Crossed it, to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;The mood&lt;br /&gt;Traced in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;An indecipherable cause.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; VII&lt;br /&gt;O thin men of Haddam,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you imagine golden birds?&lt;br /&gt;Do you not see how the blackbird&lt;br /&gt;Walks around the feet&lt;br /&gt;Of the women about you?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; VIII&lt;br /&gt;I know noble accents&lt;br /&gt;And lucid, inescapable rhythms;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, too,&lt;br /&gt;That the blackbird is involved&lt;br /&gt;In what I know.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; IX&lt;br /&gt;When the blackbird flew out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;It marked the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of one of many circles.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; X&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of blackbirds&lt;br /&gt;Flying in a green light,&lt;br /&gt;Even the bawds of euphony&lt;br /&gt;Would cry out sharply.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; XI&lt;br /&gt;He rode over Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;In a glass coach.&lt;br /&gt;Once, a fear pierced him,&lt;br /&gt;In that he mistook&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of his equipage&lt;br /&gt;For blackbirds.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; XII&lt;br /&gt;The river is moving.&lt;br /&gt;The blackbird must be flying.  &lt;/p&gt; XIII&lt;br /&gt;It was evening all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing&lt;br /&gt;And it was going to snow.&lt;br /&gt;The blackbird sat&lt;br /&gt;In the cedar-limbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2407716582898010008?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2407716582898010008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2407716582898010008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2407716582898010008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2407716582898010008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-poem.html' title='Read a poem'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-3820290748044847478</id><published>2008-03-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:23:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized Google Home</title><content type='html'>My number one productivity tool is the personalized Google homepage - a personal dashboard with a variety of gadgets to meet your needs. And here is the best part: It is always right in front of you! Why? Because you use Google to search a lot. Every time you do a search, you look at the dashboard. You can't avoid it, and that makes it very valuable. This is what I do with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To-Do List - An obvious choice. I want my tasks to be always visible so I can get them done.&lt;br /&gt;2) Weather - Why not? We all love a good weather report.&lt;br /&gt;3) Top Stories(News) - Let's not let the world go by us without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;4)  Wikipedia - Who doesn't need that?&lt;br /&gt;5) How to of the day - Learn!&lt;br /&gt;6) Word of the Day - Won't hurt to increase my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;7) Google Reader - An RSS feed reader. Very handy and highly configurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is important not to have too many items to make it feel crowded. You want it to be useful so don't stick everything on there. Maybe 7 is a good number, maybe less. The arrangements of these gadgets are also important. For example, I always put my To-Do list on the top left, because my eyes tend to look there first. I also categorize my items in three columns. When I am busy, I only check the most important column, and leave the others alone. Do what works for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-3820290748044847478?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3820290748044847478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=3820290748044847478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3820290748044847478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/3820290748044847478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/personalized-google-home.html' title='Personalized Google Home'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-918306040933575640</id><published>2008-03-25T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:09:51.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry a shopping list</title><content type='html'>Long time ago, a colleague recommended that I could carry some blank checks in my wallet, and that turned out to be quite useful. Today, I am going to add one more thing to my wallet: a shopping list! Maybe not a list for your weekly grocery shopping, but a list of things you are looking for for the long term, or maybe for a good price. This way, when in doubt, just pull out your list, and you don't have to rely on your memory all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modification 1: If you have a PDA, you could use it instead of the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect most women have been trained to do this all their life; it's our men who need to be clued in from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-918306040933575640?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/918306040933575640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=918306040933575640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/918306040933575640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/918306040933575640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/carry-shopping-list.html' title='Carry a shopping list'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-9108317377397286149</id><published>2008-03-18T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:17:53.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GreaseMonkey Rocks</title><content type='html'>I just installed a new FireFox extension - GreaseMonkey. This baby can add scripts to web pages you view and modify their behaviors. Here is something immediately valuable: you can download a popular script called "Better Tube" and now when you view a YouTube video, there is a download link right under it. How Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-9108317377397286149?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9108317377397286149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=9108317377397286149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/9108317377397286149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/9108317377397286149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-installed-new-firefox-extension.html' title='GreaseMonkey Rocks'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6120873404433217489.post-2899539333781847335</id><published>2008-03-17T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:08:55.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk After Every Meal</title><content type='html'>We'll start with a simple one: walk after every meal. My dear grandma used to tell me, "walk a hundred pace after dinner, and you'll live to be a hundred." So instead of sitting down in front of the TV or the computer right after you eat, take a stroll. Thanks grandma, where ever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6120873404433217489-2899539333781847335?l=tweakmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2899539333781847335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6120873404433217489&amp;postID=2899539333781847335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2899539333781847335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6120873404433217489/posts/default/2899539333781847335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweakmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-after-every-meal.html' title='Walk After Every Meal'/><author><name>thenakedsingularity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14942922010823407333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zeDbwmijfIY/SyTyb0_K2KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1y9360zDCtQ/S220/303885-R1-18-7.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
