It's Aiman's birthday today and tomorrow Abu starts having his Final Exams.
Meanwhile, I stumbled upon some wonderful writers' blogs, one after another...

The H1N1 virus had claimed its sixth victim here (news report here, as well as here, well-updated wikipedia article here and lots of disease information here)

The latest victim was an 11 year-old who was hospitalized 5 days ago and was admitted into the Intensive Care Unit. He passed away following lung inflamation and breathing complications. This came after a 10 year-old died under similar conditions.

More than 1400 reported cases of H1N1 have been recorded, and locally transmitted cases are outnumbering imported ones.

As a father, I am concerned. If the H1N1 spreads as easily as common flu, then curtailment initiatives will be quite difficult to succeed. Avoidance still seem to be the best defence, yet normal life need to go on with final examinations looming towards the 3rd/4th quarters of the year. I wonder if other parents will take drastic pro-active action such as temporarily stopping schooling and tuition classes, or like me, they are still waiting for further signs – and how long should we wait.

In the meantime, we are

• ramping up the immune system with lots of vitamin, drinking water and adequate sleep
• will prepare for possible hospitalization – getting necessary info on availability of tests, treatment etc
• will minimize public exposure

Got to keep a close eye on this scenario. At this moment, it is worsening.

 

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Photograph by WeiSuen

 

From a timeless age and a timeless place, about a timeless beauty and a timeless feeling shared between us.

We all have moments from our lives when we realize that these are the most precious, priceless things in life -

• One’s parents’ love for oneself. 
• One’s children’s love for oneself.
• One’s husband’s love from for oneself.
• One’s wife’s love for oneself.
• One’s boyfriend’s love for one self.
• One’s girlfriend’s love for oneself.
• One’s friends’ love for oneself.
• One’s neighbors’ love for oneself.
• One’s office mates’ love for oneself.
• One’s cats’ and dogs’ love for oneself.
• One’s goldfish’s and pet spiders’ love for oneself
• One’s God’s and Goddess’ love for oneself.
• One’s inner demons’ love for oneself.
• And one’s love for oneself too.

An immeasurable thank you to all the original photographers whose works appear here for your contribution in bringing these memories come back to life. Without your photographs, most readers will not know the beauty of the place in this piece of writing – no word can actually relate the true beauty of the mountainous countryside. Please click on the photos to visit the original photographers’ sites)

 

Photograph by caB.jm 

 

Dearest Burnt-Throat-and-Tired-Foot,    How have you been all this while?  God, I have missed you terribly so. For the past what? Not a day goes by when I do not think of you... <snip> Q

 

 

 

 
Photograph by Dr Izad

 

 

Dearest Q

Where do I begin? Many things have changed. Yet some remain the same.

It's been a long time since we've last made contact. Ages. We have literally aged too :-) I hope you've been keeping well, and this finds you happy and in vibrant health.

I'm writing this in Kundasang, a shanty town nestled at the foot of Mount Kinabalu, two, three hours' drive away, along a quiet, winding road, from KK. Right now, it's about 4:00 in the morning.

I suppose if I do try hard enough, I would be able to write to you at a more unearthly hour, from a more unworldly place.

 

Photograph by Azlyroquai

 

I arrived here yesterday morning, in a rattling cab, shared with three lovely kadazan-dusun ladies, a premonition of the paradise ahead, no doubt. i sat behind the driver, by the door. The lady who sat beside me, perhaps sensing a tinge of apprehension in a poor, companionless traveler, took it upon herself, which was so kind of her (like all the people I’ve met here so far), to set me at ease. Almost as soon as the cab rattled and chugged off the taxi stand, she started chatting warmly.

She was an animated story-teller whose lively narrations managed to both  prevent me from falling asleep and at the same time almost put me to sleep. All the way during the long trip from KK. Many thanks to her, I understood the geographical and historical significance of the magnificent scenery along the way. Beautiful people in a beautiful place, this is as close as I’ve ever been to paradise on Earth (not been off her – yet).

I’ve never been here, nor have I known about this beautiful place, before this very day. So I was entirely unprepared for the treat to come.

 

Map by Microsoft Corporation

 

As we turned around the 'head' of Sabah, and began our climb into the hills, we passed by a bay of shimmering, azure sea, where frolicking waves glittered in the golden morning sun some 500 feet below us. Then, as we headed inland and left the sea further and further behind us, the folds in the foothills, which before that was rolling gently one over another, started to gather higher and higher, literally reaching out for the sky.

It’s a strange landscape – simultaneously eerie and breathtaking. The hills here are smooth and bald, except for the grass cover that thrives over their otherwise barren surfaces. The montane forest that used to cover these hills had long been gone, ravaged indiscriminately, mercilessly, by man's insatiable greed. 

The mountains here are unlike the lush, jungle draped slopes in our place. Instead of mountains covered by rainforest, here are soaring grass covered mounds, followed by more soaring mounds of grass, and they go on and on forever.

I’ve dreamt of being in places with grass covered mountains like these before. Never for an instance have I realized they actually exist and I will visit one someday.

When the wind blows down upon them, the grass ripple in waves that chase after each other. A sea painted in moving shades of green. Your favorite color and, because of that,  mine too. 

 

 

Photograph by theebh

 

I learnt from my companion that she comes from a farming family. They grow vegetables on the foothills of Mount Kinabalu, and being enterprising enough to move up the value chain, she is now picking up the trade of a vegetable seller. Not yet able to afford her own pickup, she travels by cab. She had gone down to the city earlier this morning to attend to some business matters at the market, and now she is on her way back home. To save on fares, she shares her cab with three others – of whom I was fortunate enough to be one.

Apart from being a farmer and a businesswoman, she is also into local politics and an activist. And, of all things, a soccer player! All rolled into one charming super-human. Think about that, superman can only fly – he wasn’t even a good reporter! 

When at long last we reached her stop, which was about one km downhill from here where I write, she invited me to attend their soccer practice session for a tournament, later in the afternoon. I had to decline as I have preparations to be made for our first discussion session tonight. She gave a big, friendly smile as she bid me goodbye.

 

 

Photograph by neusted

 

Kundasang is basically a small, one street town with a bustling vegetable market (you'd love the fresh tomatoes) and some shops. It was pretty busy this morning when we came and there was a large crowd buying vegetable (God knows where all those vegetarians came from in these sparsely populated hills) but by early afternoon the crowd, like the lifting mist, is gone, and all the locals had flocked back to their homes in neighboring hilltop villages. 

The last signs of life in town were the peals of laughters, of schoolchildren leaving their classes at 1:00. You can hear them coming from the road. I came down from the hotel just a little bit later than that intending to catch the native lunch-time crowd, but by the time I reached there, the crowd had left. No schoolchildren, nor lunch-time crowd greeted me. Only swirling dust-devils, amusing themselves with pieces of lettuce and spinach, accompanied me as I roamed the empty street. I had a glimpse then of how it must feel to be a ghost in a ghost town.

The hilltop villages, where most of the natives live, are made of clusters of wooden shacks separated by vast tracts of wind-blown fields of tall grass. I would not be exaggerating at all to say that these picturesque villages look like they've been plucked right out of the pages of a book of fairy tales. 

One visits these villages by buying rides on rickety old vans and rusty buses that, despite their fragile  looks, robustly ply little lanes that weave their precocious ways up these mountains. The way uphill is laborious and slow but the way down is exciting (make that 'exhilarating'). One becomes very much aware of how much one's life depends on the rattling nuts and bolts that keep the vehicles loosely together.

The van that I rode was empty, and the villages I visited looked deserted from outside the houses. Time stands still in the afternoon in Kundasang.

 

  

Photograph by AndyZ5,

 

Mount Kinabalu herself looms high before me, but for all her majesty, she is more of an imagined presence than a tangible reality. She had not been visible ever since I had been here - elusively covered herself with thick billowing clouds. Nevertheless, the undeniable presence of a goddess is always in the air in these hilltop villages. Which makes me think of you.

I came back to the hotel and to pass the afternoon by, I sat on a knoll under a cluster of pine trees and mused about the size of population here. It has a direct bearing on the medical program that we are working on. If everyone is hiding behind comfortable albeit timeless doors, are we not under-estimating the size of the population here? If there are enough ladies to hold their own soccer tournaments, there must be quite a number of lady soccer teams around. But there doesn't seem to be enough people around here in the first place, not to mention women, not to mention soccer playing women who probably represent only, oh.. not even 0.5 out of every 100 ladies I know? Either our numbers are wrong, or they must be making full use of the few ladies that they have.

I can just imagine the aunties and grandmas making long passes and flipping backwards to bicycle kick their way to victory!

 

Photograph from http://sabah-sogood.blogspot.com

 

Afternoon passed quietly into evening, and there was dinner. During dinner, we were  introduced to the local medical team that we are supposed to be working with. They impressed me immediately with their deep sense of commitment and profound knowledge of local conditions and practices. Dinner was followed by a lengthy discussion and presentations. Time flew and when the meeting ended, it was already past midnight.

I went back to my own room, but couldn't sleep.

Like it had been for all the shanty towns I've visited, I feel that there is something about this place I need to connect to and I haven't yet been able to grasp what it is. I guess there is no word to describe the calling that I feel to get in touch with, and to get beneath the skin of, isolated places like this. Other examples that come to mind are The Island of The Pregnant Maiden, The Mountain Trail My Grandad Used To  Ply On Bullock Carts As A Trader, The One Train Station Town Where I (And Your Dad) Studied, My Distant Home In The Foothills With Nice Haunting Presence. Is it the need to uncover some buried history, or is it the desire to document the personalities who make up the small and dwindling urban-migrating communities, or perhaps, if you would entertain a ridiculous thought, is it the longing caused by some kindred spirits dwelling here trying to reach out and touch the one inside me, or even more probably, the other way around?

Staring at the ceiling, then the walls, then the door, I felt the need to escape from the confines of my room.

The chorus of crickets and cicadas greeted me as I stepped out under the porch. The wind blew in chilly gusts and the wee-hours mountain air was sweet and crispy. To a massively polluted city slicker it was a refreshing change, and that is an understatement.

 

 

Photograph by Samuel Chan

 

The moon hid behind the same cloud cover that concealed Mount Kinabalu and the place was in stark darkness. However, a few street lamps line the way down to the town from where the schoolchildren’s laughters came during the day. and guided by their faint light, I would be able to find my way if I'm bent enough to do it.

I considered the prospects and risks of making it downtown. The town is less than 5 minutes walking, or (if I want to get there faster) some fifty feet straight drop, downhill (down-cliff) from here. But the way is dark and lonely, and the road curves a little too much for midnight. From where I stood, I will make a big turn, counter-clockwise, following a single-lane gravel-lined path, past the hotel staff quarters, then follow a steep, straight line until I reach the knoll of pine trees where I checked the population size this afternoon, around which the path turns in a tight bend, again anti-clockwise. Clearing the pine trees, I would be able to see the town underneath and ahead of me. But the path doesn’t make a straight beat for it. Instead, it zig-zags first to the right, then to the left, to skirt around an empty looking rest-house, and from there it'll be another two hundred meters of steep decline (or fearful dash) before I would be standing on the main street beside the school.

 

Photograph by Ibrahim Subhan

 

But the call was very clear, and the presence of the goddess undeniable. As I made my way downhill, I tried to remind myself that I had been in lonelier situations than this.

I could almost hear my heart beating in the darkness, and the only thing that I could recall that had given me a greater sense of loneliness and solitude is watching the still and lifeless plains of the moon through a telescope. It had been told that as some astronauts walk the surface of the moon, they had profound experiences that altered their perception of life in permanent ways – a gentle pat on the shoulder of sorts. Hopefully that’ll only happen on the moon. Hopefully, that won’t happen here. I glanced back to the hotel. It’s going to be very hard to make a dash uphill should I get an unanticipated pat on the shoulder now.

My footsteps ground against the gravel, one solitary crunch after another. After some time, I passed by the staff quarters. A number of lights were still on and I could hear the radio and some voices chatting. I shed off a few pounds of fear. Pressing on, I reached the knoll of pine trees around which the meandering path turned, and the town came into view.

Soon I was strolling alone on the empty main street. I passed by the market stalls where this morning beaming, smiling fair lasses peddled their vegetables to eke their honest, hard-earned living.

 

 

Photograph by Dr Izad

 

Each market stall looks almost like the other, all of them made from what looked like spare planks into individual 10 by 20 feet sheds, all of which are arranged in a single file along the main street. Each stall is divided into two areas of equal sizes: the open front portion where vegetables are displayed, and the covered back portion where, I presume, unloading and packing work takes place. Oh, the vegetables here are all sold in shrink-wrapped packages to keep them clean and fresh. I was impressed with that. In the morning the stalls are brimful of vegetables, and flowers, but now they look like the abandoned wooden crates one often finds at wholesale markets, only larger.

So far no one had patted me on the shoulder yet. So I sauntered on and passed by the school-field where this morning children played their innocent games. They are living the best days of their lives and probably not knowing it. 

The school is a single storey, single block primary school with a small field between the main street and itself. Noisy with chattering, laughing and hollering children this morning, a deafening silence has fallen over the schoolyard now.

 

Photograph by Tuwina

 

I walked further on and passed by the spot where the friendly lady got down. I regretted for not having accepted her warm and generous offer to forge a friendship. Though I did not mean it, I had returned the warmth and innocence of her small town friendship with the coldness of a harried city slicker’s survive-or-nothing approach to life.  

I walked on to the fringes of the town, until I reached the first bend on the highway. Beyond this bend there will only be wild bushes lining the roadsides. Onwards lie only the long road back to the nearest city and the airport.  

There, where the main street began, I turned around to face the town  and retraced my meandering footsteps with my eyes. How I've slowly made my way, one step at a time, through all that emptiness.  The empty stalls. The empty school. The empty street. The empty town. The goddess is present in the crispy mountainous air, and she is telling me something that I should have always known.

Standing on the fringes of the ghost town, i saw Kundasang stirring to life in the stillness of the wee morning hours.

 

Photograph by Jeremy Eades

 

In the sweet, crispy mountain air, under the streetlamps lining the empty street, over the vacant market stalls, before the silent schoolyard, I saw them...

...radiant visions  of fond and warm memories from long, distant pasts rekindled back into life: memories of unending chats on the phone, of threatening mails – gently put (as only you can put them) yet seriously dangerous, of soft twinkling laughters, and of beauty the likes of which I had never seen before nor ever again...

Things had never been the same.

That is why I am writing to you at this unearthly hour from this unworldly place. I know you’ve felt the same way as I do – memories of calling, and talking, and writing the way we used to.

For giving me the best days of my life, I will remember you always, and I pray that you are happy and always will be. May the Goddess bless and be with you forever and ever.

F

 

 

Photograph by Diana

 

This LA Times article is a must read.

It’s about the power of a father’s love surpassing all levels of pain. Although I’ve fallen in love before, I never knew what love really is until I held my first child precociously in my arms and realized how much she needed me

 

 

Dusk On The Mountain

Fleeting Moment
Borrowed Time
Fading Light

on

Mountain Ridge
Timeless
Home

 

The Children

I had a strange dream last week. In my dream, I was watching a movie. The movie was about 2 little children starting out in school, one girl and one boy.

The school has a routine. Every morning, before the classes start, the school holds a public assembly where all the school children are gathered in the schoolyard to listen to speeches given by the teachers.

Skipping School

The girl and the boy somehow find a way to slip out of school during the assembly. They would rush through the hall and out through the gates and play outside school. When the assembly is about to end, they would slip in again, skipping and laughing through the hall, holding hands, and rejoin their classes.

Growing Old

In the movie in my dream, they do this day after day. And as they grow bigger and older, the bond and the love between them evidently grows stronger.

The movie showed them running through the same as they grow, then it fast forwarded into the future with a blurry streak.

The Epilogue

Finally, there is an epilogue to the movie. While I watched the start of the epilogue, I anticipated that something tragic will happen. One of them will die, and the other one will be left alone pining for the other. I was wrong.

In the epilogue, the boy had grown into an old man with a bushful head of grey hair and sporting a bushy moustache, looking very much like Einstein. The girl is an old woman, her grey hair tied into a knot behind her head. They had been playing outside during the school assembly, and now they are rushing in past the school gates hand in hand, through the school hall, full of laughter and joy.

The Swarmite started off his article with this - "If there are only two emotions - LOVE & FEAR - then the only people in love with London right now are tourists" and proceeds to make a point that we cannot spend our lives living in fear. Regardless of whether we live in London or elsewhere, he is right. The key is, we must learn to recognize fear before we can deal with it. Read his article here, it's like a beacon in the darkness.

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"Establishing a rhythm affects every area of our lives." - Think about it, check the original article here.

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Mother (Roger Waters)

Mother (Roger Waters)

Mother (Sinead O'Connors)

 

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother should I build the wall?

Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Mother am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course mama'll help to build the wall.

Mother do you think she's good enough -- to me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Mama wont let anyone dirty get through.
Mama's gonna wait up until you get in.
Mama will always find out where you've been.
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.

Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You'll always be baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

 

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If you like to focus on the positive aspects of life, then I would like to recommend this radio and website to you. Enjoy listening!

 

 

 

We all went with the cousins as well to accompany Abu to collect some musical certificates and were surprised to find out that Abu had actually won an Award of Distinction from Trinity Guildhall (part of the Trinity College of London) for achieving the highest score on the drums in all of 2008 at his level in this region!

It started to rain as I started the car to fetch Abu and Maryam. It poured down hard the moment I stepped out of the car to get them. It stopped raining a few minutes later. And just after Abu collected his medal, Enya’s “May It Be” played in the auditorium.

In one of the darkest days of my life, a bright light shines unexpectedly, with all the accompanying signs.

Conventionally, the meaning of Reiki is often translated as Universal (‘Rei’) Energy (‘Ki’). Wikipedia provides a number of explanations on how various (albeit vaguely similar) meanings of the word was derived. Possibly due to the more pictorial nature of Chinese and Japanese words, in translating the term, the Wikipedia article also makes reference to ‘beautiful mountains’ and ‘spiritual influence of mountains’.

James Deacon’s Reki Pages provide a fuller coverage of the subject.

However, here are a couple of novel and interesting meanings from recent posts to the Reiki_on group at Yahoogroups:

“Reiki is a connection to our Primordial Consciousness”

“The term Reiki refers to the meeting of heaven and earth at the point of conception, and the purity and great potential in that moment.”

My first attunement to Reiki was via long distance. I was staying in a cheap hotel on a mountain and that night I communicated with a Reiki Master from the other half of the world through the Internet. When he agreed to perform the long distance attunement (for free), I rushed back to the hotel to prepare for it. In photographs of the hotel room taken that night, many orbs were observed.

Very early the next day, I went up to the foot of the highest peak on the mountain. The mist was lifting from the mountain peak, and as I watched the cloud of mist rising into the sky, I thought to myself, “at this moment, this is where The Earth meets The Sky.”

How coincidential then, now 5 years forward into the future, for me to learn that, amongst others, Reiki refers to the meeting point between The Heaven and The Earth. The beauty of the moment remains etched in my mind, and amongst other highlights of my life, it was one precious moment I was happy to have lived through.

AT&T plans to sell NetBooks from prices as low as USD50 each with built-in wireless cards. Netbooks, mini notebooks, or sub-notebooks as they are called, are mainly aimed for those who need to have easy access to the internet and e-mails while being constantly on the move.

Netbooks are larger than PDAs, making them better for browsing the internet and reading emails in full view (as opposed to the small, limited view offered by PDAs). However, Netbooks are smaller and lighter than normal laptops, making them easier and less tiring to carry around.

Netbooks are typically powered by less powerful CPUs, have smaller keyboards and smaller screens compared to laptops. As such, they may not be suitable for full-fledged applications that demand a high level of CPU power. However, with the advent of lightweight internet-based software such as Google Apps, Windows Live and various widget platforms to help users with tasks like maintaining their appointment calendars, planning their to-do lists, checking emails, reading news, preparing/sharing documents and posting their activities to personal and corporate blogs; users may rely less on laptops in the future.

Escalating reductions in the price of computers augurs an important social trend. It means a lower cost of access to hardware and software resources required by the typical computer user. In our current world, the ability to access computing resources play a vital role in providing access, enablement and empowerment to elements of basic human necessities such as food production, healthcare and education. With the lowering of computing costs, it is hoped that the divide between those who have access to computers and the Internet, and those who do not will be drastically narrowed. This will bring greater productivity, better coordination and communication, more transparent market practices and richer learning experiences to those in the lower economic groups and the under-privileged, including students and children from poorer societies.

Equally important to reducing the cost of computing is reducing the cost of communicating. While computer hardware costs are drastically dropping, and software availability is greatly enhanced through wide adoption of open source software and internet-based applications; the cost of communication had been dropping at slower rates compared to computing resources. For a start, I would like to suggest that an index comparing per capita spending on communication (which is a basic necessity in the current world) against spending on other basic necessity be defined and monitored. Unless addressed, the lingering high cost of communication will impede rapid progress in closing the great digital divide between the haves and the have-nots.

The cost of computing is not contained to monetary value alone. Since computers do not emit smoke or other waste product into their direct environment, it is easy to forget that electricity consumption by our computing resources, which includes networking equipment, servers and workstations, add-up to a significant carbon footprint. Similarly, plastic and other ingredients in used computer products add-up to the amount of toxic waste we discharge into Mother Earth. To combat the exponentially increasing cost to our environment, we will need to hasten our utilization of emerging technological trends such as cloud computing and personal virtual workspaces where we do not have to carry our own personal computers (which may be running idle when we do not use them) but instead where we share a pool of computers. Technologies such as Rich Internet Applications and Widgets are important enablers for such resource pooling initiatives.

Ideas are undoubtedly very important things. There is a Buddhist thing that goes like this

• Think correct thoughts
• Say correct words
• Do correct things

Or something more or less tike that. ‘Think correct thoughts’ leads the pack because thoughts lead to words and actions.

Before we say or do anything, we start by having ideas about what to say or do. There is a gap between having an idea of what to say and do and actually saying or doing it. During this gap, we are presented with an opportunity to evaluate our idea before we actually say or act on it. We use this gap to compare an idea with other ideas, and to select the best amongst them. Steven Covey’s excellent guide to living – The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People teaches us to use this gap correctly.

Obviously then, having more ideas lead to us seeing more options. I said ‘seeing’ instead of ’having’ because often times, we do have many options. However, due to our own lack of ideas, we do not realize that we have so many options before us. Our sight of al possible options is limited by the ideas that we have.

So it is important to have more ideas. How do we then generate more ideas? Well, here area a few tools that I use to generate ideas. They have been with me for awhile and they have served me well.

• Firefox and the Scribefire extension. You can get so many ideas by reading, watching videos, listening to podcasts on the Internet. The Scribefire extension helps me to document and blog observations made and ideas that pop into my mind while surfing. The programmer of this free tool keeps it constantly updated. That’s passion!
• Notetab Light. This is a great text editor. I love it over the so many other text editors we have around. I have multiple tabs to various different text files, and it auto saves my writings. It is very lightweight and launches fast. These are for notes that I do not wish to post to my blog. Notetab Light is so powerful with its own set of commands and macros. My usage barely scratches the surface of its full capabilities. This is a free software too! May God bless its programmer.
• Microsoft OneNote.  I use this tool to note down the more heavyweight ideas and their development. I love the way I can create multiple notebooks with various pages, tabs and sub-tabs in OneNote. I create templates for common occasions with template pages and tabs to force myself to think through ideas according to a standard methodology. The more I practise the methodology, the more efficient the process becomes. The drawback of using OneNote is only that not many people whom I know are use it, and sharing Notebooks with others is therefore problematic. I overcome this by sending them emails consisting of one OneNote page at a time. The emails generated by OneNote look good.
• Mindjet MindManager Pro. This is a great tool for mind-mapping. The mind-mapping method really helps to generate new ideas and spawn offshoots them. There are plenty of adornments I can place on my ideas such as icons to rank them by urgency and importance. I can also construct hierarchies of mindmaps where one mindmap leads to sub-mindmaps.  This is a great tool for brainstorming and for expanding brainstorms. In fact, there is a brainstorm mode for group brainstorming. I do wish that i can do more than just creating items and sub-items with the methodology though. It would be good, for example, if I can create matrixes between ideas using the tool. I like the export function very much.I can export my mindmaps into Microsoft Word, Microsoft Project, etc. However, I wish I have means to synchronise exported contents with changes made to the mindmap subsequent to exporting.

Anyway, here’s a good website with a tagline that says “ideas worth spreading”. To think that people used to languish lifetimes in prisons or even be killed for having ideas worth spreading, and how easily it is for an idea to spread now

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A video

. Here we place lime leaves under the bed, or sun the bed outside at noon (when its not raining). Works excellently.

What to do during Earth Hour

Enjoy the darkness

Read

Drink

Copyrighted by Lady Bridget 1998
Extracted and summarized from Common Wiccan Beliefs

• An it Harm None, Do What Thou Wilt
• Threefold Return and Karma
• Responsibility for Your Own Actions
• Reincarnation
• Duality of Deity
• All Gods Are One, All Goddesses Are One Also
• Deity Is Immanent
• All Lives Are Sacred
• Reverence Should Be Balanced With Mirth
• Honor The Sabats
• Knowledge Is Power
• Energy Follows Thought
• A Witch's Greatest Toll Is Observation

And The Thirteen Goals of A Witch

• Know Yourself
• Know Your Craft
• Learn
• Apply Knowledge With Wisdom
• Achieve balance
• Keep Your Words In Good Order
• Keep Your Thoughts In Good Order
• Celebrate Life
• Attune With The Cycles of The Earth
• Breathe and Eat Correctly
• Exercise The Body
• Meditate
• Honor The God And Goddess
  

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It's succintly summarized at Seth Godin's blog

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