<?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-3683376206858937662</id><updated>2012-01-28T14:36:27.535-08:00</updated><category term='poetry. life'/><category term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Heart Aroused</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>noone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683376206858937662.post-6727723109880763313</id><published>2008-10-12T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:37:39.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth hurts</title><content type='html'>Winning does not tempt that man.&lt;div&gt;This is how he grows; by being defeated, decisively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By constantly greater beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Man Watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683376206858937662-6727723109880763313?l=azldraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/feeds/6727723109880763313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683376206858937662&amp;postID=6727723109880763313' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/6727723109880763313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/6727723109880763313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/2008/10/growth-hurts.html' title='Growth hurts'/><author><name>noone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683376206858937662.post-5951140775570549702</id><published>2008-08-09T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:05:35.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry. life'/><title type='text'>Life, blindly made</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita&lt;br /&gt;mi ritrovai per una selva oscura&lt;br /&gt;ché la diritta via era smarrita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the road of my life&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in a dark wood&lt;br /&gt;Where the true way was wholly lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dante Alighieri, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Divina Commedia&lt;/span&gt;, Inferno: Canto I&lt;br /&gt;trans Dorothy Sayers and Barbara Reynolds&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/3683376206858937662-5951140775570549702?l=azldraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/feeds/5951140775570549702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683376206858937662&amp;postID=5951140775570549702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/5951140775570549702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/5951140775570549702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-blindly-made.html' title='Life, blindly made'/><author><name>noone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683376206858937662.post-7362903306280935547</id><published>2008-07-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:04:47.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>A hand moves, and the fire's whirling takes different shapes.&lt;br /&gt;...all things change when we do.&lt;br /&gt;The first word, Ah! blossomed into all others.&lt;br /&gt;Each of them is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kukei, 8th century Zen master&lt;br /&gt;   - trans. Jane Hirschfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683376206858937662-7362903306280935547?l=azldraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/feeds/7362903306280935547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683376206858937662&amp;postID=7362903306280935547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/7362903306280935547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/7362903306280935547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/2008/07/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>noone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683376206858937662.post-6372376181753676978</id><published>2008-07-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:06:36.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry. life'/><title type='text'>For a  Nightingale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand still.  The trees ahead and the bushes beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are not lost.  Wherever you are is called Here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must ask permission to know it and be known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The forest breaths. Listen. It answers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have made this place around you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you leave you may come back again, saying Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No two trees are the same to Raven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No two branches are the same to Wren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If what a tree or brush does is lost on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are surely lost.  Stand still.  The forest knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where you are.  You must let it find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David Wagoner from a Native American teaching tale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683376206858937662-6372376181753676978?l=azldraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/feeds/6372376181753676978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683376206858937662&amp;postID=6372376181753676978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/6372376181753676978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/6372376181753676978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-lost-nightingale.html' title='For a  Nightingale'/><author><name>noone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683376206858937662.post-5176299680774062335</id><published>2008-07-23T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:00:59.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Connections vs. Focus</title><content type='html'>In developing my thesis I need to narrow my interests to a single research topic.  As my Profs say "Focus on one angel dancing on the head of one pin".  But every time I look into my area of interest, I discover another interesting aspect - "Ooo shiny" or as an undergrad prof used to say "Every time I try to study something in isolation, I discover it is attached to the rest of the universe".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683376206858937662-5176299680774062335?l=azldraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/feeds/5176299680774062335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683376206858937662&amp;postID=5176299680774062335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/5176299680774062335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/5176299680774062335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/2008/07/connections-vs-focus.html' title='Connections vs. Focus'/><author><name>noone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3683376206858937662.post-1860976385469397151</id><published>2008-07-21T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:22:44.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry. life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Life and Grad School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way through the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is more difficult to find than the way beyond it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wallace Stevens&lt;br /&gt;"Reply to Papini"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3683376206858937662-1860976385469397151?l=azldraken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/feeds/1860976385469397151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3683376206858937662&amp;postID=1860976385469397151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/1860976385469397151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3683376206858937662/posts/default/1860976385469397151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azldraken.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-and-grad-school.html' title='Life and Grad School'/><author><name>noone</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
