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  <title>A Treasure Found at Home</title>
  <subtitle>enriching you without fatigue</subtitle>
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    <name>Sparkle</name>
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  <updated>2006-12-01T22:21:48Z</updated>
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    <title>december already??</title>
    <published>2006-12-01T22:21:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-01T22:21:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rowdy blues: the be good tanyas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i've had no tea yet today so i'm slogging through work. my mind is all over the place today and i just got a new book i'm *dying* to run off and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking a lot about integrity and boundaries and sacrifices. i've frequently been confused about putting on acts or lying about who you are in order to gain attention. but what happens when those lies become habit? have you changed? really? are they now the truth? are you really friendlier/more outgoing/sexier/easier with a laugh/less inclined to speak your mind?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hjem:239383</id>
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    <title>hjem @ 2006-03-08T16:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-09T00:41:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-09T00:41:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.area23.com/meld/?from=hjem"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.area23.com/meld/meld.php?username=hjem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get your own spectral analysis from Area 23&lt;sup&gt;&amp;reg;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memes. they're so interesting. actually what prompted me to post this is that i just got a necklace of italian glass. it's a big red circle. i'm still, as creampuff says, very 'kermit the frog', but red is certainly making an appearance.</content>
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    <title>gold!!!</title>
    <published>2006-02-16T18:23:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-16T18:23:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">seth wescott won the gold! his sister is a friend of mine; we're in the same hippie community. rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posting here to spread the news to those of you who don't read the other journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/olympics/2006/02/16/snowboard/index.html"&gt;http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/olympics/2006/02/16/snowboard/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t w00t!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hjem:238768</id>
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    <title>pure nerd off to the burn</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T04:58:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T04:58:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm really excited about this year. Nervous. But I was sure to bring several things to read, as my pure nerd status predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pure Nerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; 73 % Nerd, 17% Geek, 26% Dork &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; For The Record:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: &lt;b&gt;Pure Nerd&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally&lt;br /&gt;smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up&lt;br /&gt;all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer.&lt;br /&gt;Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more&lt;br /&gt;so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be&lt;br /&gt;replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Again! -- &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815"&gt;THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/104/656/10465692962375378952/mt1124997268.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="122"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="28"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;81%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;nerdiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="15"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="135"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;10%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;geekosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="53"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="97"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;35%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;dork points&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815"&gt;The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=10465692962375378952"&gt;donathos&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hjem:237085</id>
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    <title>A Quick Quiz</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T19:08:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T19:08:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1111597212_THERSLIFES.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8bce614)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Others' lifes is your salvation. Listening to&lt;br&gt;people's problems is your way to escape&lt;br&gt;reality. You have an extraordinary wonderful&lt;br&gt;soul, but this soul is carrying the whole world&lt;br&gt;in its shoulders. With your understanding&lt;br&gt;restless nature, you are constantly looking for&lt;br&gt;answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~I carry the whole world on my shoulders~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PrEtTyMaYa000/quizzes/What&amp;#39;s%20your%20way%20to%20escape%20reality%3F%20What&amp;#39;s%20your%20salvation%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your way to escape reality? What's your salvation?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Men!</title>
    <published>2005-03-21T23:26:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-21T23:26:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hjem/6845231/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/6845231_d1bd2f60ce_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font: 90%; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hjem/6845231/"&gt;Men!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/hjem/"&gt;Hjem&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt; It's hard to keep your cool hipster expterior when you start blushing. And even harder when your friend laughs and cries out, "Look at her blushing! She's bright red!" *blush*&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>rose</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T18:52:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T18:52:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laszy/3795739/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3795739_427cefbecd_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font: 90%; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laszy/3795739/"&gt;rose&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/laszy/"&gt;Hamster_grrl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt; ...&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Food</title>
    <published>2004-12-21T02:52:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-21T02:52:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm craving chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear the end of my vegetarian-ness is nigh. (Good thing I'm in a Tibetan linage!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even much like chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice?  I moved over to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_hjemrss' lj:user='hjemrss' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://syndicated.livejournal.com/hjemrss/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://syndicated.livejournal.com/hjemrss/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hjemrss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--the feed from &lt;a href="http://www.jorah.org/treasure"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;--for the most part.</content>
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    <title>wonka</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T07:11:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T07:11:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://playlist.yahoo.com/makeplaylist.dll?id=1313539&amp;amp;sdm=web&amp;amp;qtw=480&amp;amp;qth=300"&gt;ooooooooo&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>RSS Feed of ME!</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T14:59:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T14:59:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_eigenvector' lj:user='eigenvector' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://eigenvector.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://eigenvector.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;eigenvector&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was kind enough to jump on the task of creating an RSS feed of my new blog's location for LJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_hjemrss' lj:user='hjemrss' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://syndicated.livejournal.com/hjemrss/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://syndicated.livejournal.com/hjemrss/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hjemrss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for updates! (I can't sort out how to get the satellite to show up in the link.)</content>
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    <title>Now in a New Location!</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T02:13:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T02:13:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in the process of moving my blog. Check out my new digs at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jorah.org/treasure/"&gt;http://www.jorah.org/treasure/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting in both places for a while, as much as I remember to. The look of the other spot will change now and again as I find time to play with it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, fun learning PHP!</content>
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    <title>Samsara makes me smile</title>
    <published>2004-12-08T01:52:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-08T01:52:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We got trapped on the train again today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors in the second car just wouldn't open. Some little old woman in red was having a really hard time and started in on me when I mentioned to the guy who was repeatedly pushing the call button that the doors open automatically and it's all run by computer underground. I meant to relay that the driver wasn't being lax in his door opening duties. It seemed to release the man's anger, but the little old woman across the isle started talking about Unions and how she' d worked for the Unions 50 years before I was born and someone should be working in each car and they fought against automation and she doesn't trust computers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "It's nothing to smile about!"  This had never happened in the 20 years she'd been here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Well, It's happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was everything all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Yes, everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~People make mistakes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but this is a problem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If you make it one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be someone in the car. In each car! Someone who'd know what to do in an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Look, he's telling her what to do. (As the driver pointed through the window to pull the big red emergency lever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I wouldn't have known to do that, there should be someone to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what it feels like to panic, so I feel badly that she was having a rough time. I just couldn't help but smile though. What else was there to do but sit and wait? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is exactly what I'm having to do in terms of Galahad AGAIN!!! I came home to find he'd pried open the bathroom window and run off. I just hope he avoids that garage this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him being gone is a problem if I make it one.</content>
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    <title>Sukhavatis R Us</title>
    <published>2004-12-02T02:05:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-02T02:05:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My center is having a run on Sukhavatis (Buddhist funerals) this week. We had one Monday and another Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was pretty unique in that the person's body laid in state in our shrine room for three days prior. There was a nice note taped to the door, since the three days fell over a weekend and it was possible we'd have new visitors. There was optional sitting in the community room if you weren't up for the dead experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sit for about an hour and a half in the shrine room before the ceremony began, yet managed to be in the shrine room a total of about 30 seconds. People were trying to sort out setting up for the feast after the ceremony and so I helped with that. Mostly I reached for platters and bowls which were too high for other people to reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did the flowers for next to the coffin in the shrine room. Yes! You read that right. *I* did flowers. *gulp* I figure that was pretty much as much a practice as sitting. Flower arranging is my charnel ground. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left mid way through the ceremony. I was exhausted from returning from Thanksgiving the day before and I hadn't eaten in a long time and I didn't know the man who had died and his sons were being so open--I felt a bit voyeuristic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received notice the father of another sangha member died just before Thanksgiving. He'd been diagnosed this summer with something terminal and quick. She's been fairly upset by the whole experience. His Sukhaviti is tomorrow. I'll try to go to that since I'm sure she'll like to know so many of her community love and support her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sangha, it's good practice.</content>
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    <title>This is my practice</title>
    <published>2004-12-02T01:26:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-02T01:26:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My check STILL hasn't come. My direct deposit paperwork wasn't correct and wasn't sent back. It probably wasn't sent at all...somehow my paperwork was overlooked. The woman who handles that sort of thing is really confused and keeps saying she has no idea how it could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't pay my rent. My check was cut last Tuesday, that's 8 days and 6 mail days (minus Sunday and Thanksgiving) and my co-worker got his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a signed letter to drop by the management office tomorrow morning, with a check for most of my rent, explaining about how I haven't yet been paid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hjem:234533</id>
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    <title>is love generator</title>
    <published>2004-12-01T02:30:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-01T02:32:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been seeing these and finally followed the link. Turns out you don't just fill in the blank and pick some colors. Well, you do pick some colors but it comes up with the noun. I didn't plan this, really:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#168110"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#167816"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#3f9200"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#55bf33"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#008000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#139330"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;meditation is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he he...and here is my second truthful response generation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#902890"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#bf0040"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#800080"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#bf3fbf"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#d82558"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#bf33bf"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;dancing is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hjem:234266</id>
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    <title>Hungry for Information</title>
    <published>2004-12-01T02:02:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-01T02:02:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hjem/1819694/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1819694_b207848b5c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font: 90%; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hjem/1819694/"&gt;mouth&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/hjem/"&gt;Hjem&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt; What a fantastic day, information wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A key piece of a puzzle fell into place in terms of someone I know and that person's behaviour. Not that it makes it any easeir to deal with, but things seem to make more sense now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then either a water main broke or someone took out a fire hydrant. I posted photos on my flickr account. It wasn't going for too long after we noticed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I went to the bookstore! So hard to know those new books were in my bag for the whole afternoon and to not look at them! An new Stitch N Bitch book, a good fiction distraction, and something wich will hopefully help me understand at last one of my friends better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the work day is over. I'm finally home with a few hours to myself. Galahad is camped out in front of the gas heater giving himself a bath. So cute! But, I should be going to the grocery store or organizing and certainly I should be thinking about what to wear to the birthday dinner tonight. It's much colder than I thought it would be when I picked out my outfit a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo courtesy of my father. Please excuse the tea-stained tounge, it was breakfast. I figure it's a variation on my Aunt Mary's traditional chewed up brownie/chocolate cake mouth shot!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Back from the Fam</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T15:32:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-29T15:32:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to be a little later to work than usual since I can't find my shoes. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have new pants from a pre-myfamily-thankgiving (post-eveyoneelse-thanksgiving) shopping trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay warm, properly fitting, work clothes!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>ugh</title>
    <published>2004-11-25T15:02:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-25T15:02:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So much with the tired. I don't want to pack. I don't want to sit on the airplane for 8 hours. I don't want to climb the hill in the cold to stand and wait for the bus to get to the train which takes me to the airport *before* my 8 hours of airplane time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the airplane time isn't the worst part. I just don't feel like doing the cleaning and packing required before I leave this morning. I just want to lay in bed and have tea and oatmeal and toast with jam magically appear all made and just right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm feeling really lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'd better get to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring: Mom's birthday card&lt;br /&gt;Don't Bring: Leatherman &lt;br /&gt;Bring: PJs&lt;br /&gt;Don't Bring: Doc Martins&lt;br /&gt;Bring: Power cords for electronics (!)</content>
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    <title>Boogie Down!</title>
    <published>2004-11-25T04:07:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-25T04:07:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Brave Combo - "Laura"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">No one lives downstairs so I can dance dance dance!!!! w00t!</content>
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    <title>The Pirates!</title>
    <published>2004-11-22T04:14:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-22T04:14:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just read the most fun book! It's called &lt;i&gt;The Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists&lt;/i&gt; by Gideon Defoe.&lt;br /&gt;So funny. Here is an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Holding pens and rulers, and white lab coats covering their piratical paraphernalia, the pirates followed Darwin into the Royal Society Gentlemen's Club.* There were several famous scientists present, some sitting around smoking, some engaged in animated discussions about the latest scientific topic, and some just watching the dancing girls. The smell of opium hung heavily in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Royal Society was set up in 1660, and many famous scientists have been members, including Robert Boyle, Robert Hooke, and John Venn. Why not try drawing a Venn Diagram of 'pirates' (A) and 'ham' (B) and 'barrels of tar' (C)? How large is the intersection (X)?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short, easy to read book. Head over to the local library for a couple hours and nestle in to read it in one go!</content>
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    <title>It's Alive!!</title>
    <published>2004-11-20T15:06:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-20T15:06:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://uk.download.yahoo.com/ne/fu/oa/eurcncs185030.mpg"&gt;In our next clip, a car plays Michael Jackson.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>So. Much. To. Do.</title>
    <published>2004-11-20T02:09:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-20T02:09:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not sure there's time to sleep, eat or breath scheduled into my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm. Maybe I'll unlock the center and skip the talk tonight. I'm already missing the cuddling. :-( I could do with some cuddling. Make that cuddling from someone who doesn't have Very Sharp claws. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I turn in my keys to the old place. What a relief that will be. All ties to that oppressiveness will be gone! I do feel a strange sense of guilt for abandoning the neighborhood but I just feel so much lighter here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 150 invitations to print on my slow printer which makes me hand feed good paper. Then stamp them, then stuff the envelopes, then put the stickers on for addresses. Yay for not having to do THAT part by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday party Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a visit to my friends at Mt.View Shambhala on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible babysitting Sunday evening, though unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much unpacking and grocery shopping need to be done yet in the in-betweens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and now I have to change and run to unlock the Center for our gig this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!</content>
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    <title>I got him!</title>
    <published>2004-11-19T03:58:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-19T03:58:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It took me an hour and a half of waiting in a stranger's garage, but he finally let me pick him up. I lost him once when he was too freaked to be picked up and ran into the huge crawl space behind the washer. Then he finally came out after about an hour to run away again after getting spooked by the noise of the garage door opening. I didn't quite have a good enough hold on him. Then I tempted him out from under a car with some baby food and got him really good by the scruff since I had to start the garage door closing and then run out with Galahad in my arms! He started to perk up as soon as he recognized our house (which wasn't until a few steps from the door, but I guess it smelled right). I set him down on the porch so he could walk in by himself. Then I scooped out the rest of the baby food on to a plate for him. It is already gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long he was trapped in that garage.</content>
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    <title>Cranky Sparkle</title>
    <published>2004-11-18T05:52:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-18T05:52:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">With the cat and the move (both unpacking and cleaning the last of the old place), everything is making me super crazy stressed. Every little thing is now just that much more difficult to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my cat to come home! I want him to be healthy and warm and cuddled!</content>
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    <title>Galahad</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T03:36:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T03:36:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything was going well with the cat door. He escaped a few times and always came right back so I started letting him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I haven't seen him in almost 48 hours. :-(</content>
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