tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61965772009-10-16T15:42:58.601-07:00We can make a difference, one goat at a time...Lisanoreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196577.post-48007868895866700222007-06-16T22:31:00.000-07:002007-06-16T23:07:13.790-07:00

I have sometimes been asked and sometimes asked myself the question "what would you take if you had to leave your house suddenly because of a fire?. Yes my passport, yes my laptop - things that would make it easy to start again.But the one thing I would definitely take is my recipe book.You see, my life is contained in the small photograph album stuffed to overflowing with paper.My mom made me

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I want to beg you as much as you can, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then

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To live content with small means, 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, in a word to let the spiritual, unbidden and

Lisanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196577.post-11119343299700860992007-05-26T15:24:00.000-07:002007-05-26T15:28:05.956-07:00

A quick blog update from Scotland. Susan and I went to St. Andrew's today to look around. Here's me peeking 'round the pier at St. Andrew's harbour.

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A must see video.

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1. go to www.google.com 2. click on "maps," above the search bar... 3. click on "get directions" 4. type "New York" in the first box (the "from" box) 5. type "Paris" in the second box (the "to" box) 6. click on "get directions" 6. scroll down to step #24

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I really like these photos. Reminds me of summer times as a kid.More posts soon. How about some Cuba pictures?

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It's kind of ironic to post to tell you that I'm not going to be posting for a while, as I've been super lame in the last couple of months, but I'm going to tell you anyway: the blog is going to be legimately silent for a week.Why?Because I'll be here:

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This Desert LandJoseph BaylyI saidthis desert land is barrenvoid of life and beauty.I drive for milessee nothingonly sand and sagefeel nothingonly wind and heattaste nothingbut spit dried spit.He saidhave you ever driven in springthrough this same desertseen blossoms flowergorgeous wild?It's all a thing of timing.Seeds of beautyare there now hidden waiting fall of rainto bring them life.Lord send

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Dear Scottish Friends,I love each and every one of you and you are very wonderful. But I really wish that you'd never told me that "pants" is a naughty thing to say in public. I can still see you cringing when I told you about my 'fancy pants' that I'd brought specially from Canada to wear to Christmas dinner. I recall how you looked at me in horror when, upon falling on Dun I, I loudly

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Thanks for the awesome birthday present, Shan! You rock!

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Apparently they're going to re-inflate the roof again in the next couple of days, so I thought I'd post an inflated and uninflated view of the dome.

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Kent, Karen and I in the fading light (oh the joys of self portraits! Misaligned photos and camera shadows in the face (see Bobbi's face in the last post)

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Some moss - photo taken while hiking on Dec 27th on Mt. WorkAn unstitched panorama of the Vancouver skyline, taken from the Seawall on the south side of False Creek. Photos start from the west and end in the east. For anyone familar with Vancouver, look closely at the last picture. No BC Place Stadium roof!

Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196577.post-1168298204712466432007-01-08T15:01:00.000-08:002007-01-08T15:16:44.726-08:00

A belated Happy New Year to everyone. I have been hibernating.Posting a poem like this really is an act of faith at this time of year in this part of the world. Today the world is one colour: grey. I have memories of colours, memories even from this past weekend, but when it is grey outside, it is like my memories have become sepia toned and watered down. Maybe one day I will live someplace

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Howard ThurmanThere must be alwaysremaining in every life,some place for the singing of angels.Some place for thatwhich in itselfis breathless andbeautiful.Old burdens become lighterdeep and ancient woundslose much of their old hurting.Despite all the crassness of life,all the hardness andharsh discords,life is saved bythe singing of angels.Source: The Mood of Christmas, received from Inward/

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Mike tagged me with the 5 things-you-likely-don't-know about me meme. So with no further adieu:1. I used to be a magician's assistant. Yes, really. I did the trick where I got locked in a box and magically changed places with the magician. No, I won't tell you how.2. If I was only allowed to have one sweet thing in the world, I would without a doubt pick Purdy's dark chocolate covered

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It's killing me that there is free money over at Mike's and no one seems to be taking advantage of it.There are matching donations for the next 49 donors (was 50, but I took one of the spaces) to the (red)emption campaign. Your $10 becomes $20.I really like this campaign because I think most everyone has $10 bucks to give to AIDS work and I like that it's no strings attached, no consumerism

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I got to hang with some friends the other day. Here is a picture of me and their awesome daughter.

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Some of you may be aware of the Project (Red) campaign kicked off by Oprah et al about 2 months ago. It is essentially harnassing the power of consumerism to create some extra money for AIDS in Africa. Entirely worthy, but still focused on consumerism.Two friends of mine have started the [Red]emption Campaign. Rather than spend $210 so that Apple (or another company) can donate $10 to AIDS

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I'm getting a lot of hits these days from people looking for goats. More specifically, they're looking to purchase a goat on someone's behalf - someone who can actually use it. For those that remember, this blog started because of a goat campaign. You can flash back here to see the origins of the blog. We set a goal of 10 goats and ended up with 35 goats. We're not running a goat campaign

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I seek your presence, O Godnot because I have managed to see clearlyor been true in all things this day,not because I have succeeded in lovingor in reverencing those around me,but because I want to see with clarity,because I long to be trueand desire to love as I have been loved.Renew my inner sight,make fresh my longings to be trueand grant me the grace of loving this nightthat I may end the

Lisanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196577.post-1165651029064872192006-12-08T23:35:00.000-08:002006-12-08T23:57:09.076-08:00

Back to more haiku writing to celebrate dinner at Nyala: it is a good thingto own and wear stretchy pantsno more food for daysokay, that was technically accurate (5:7:5), but lame. Let's try again:laughter salts the foodstories of a dremel fireI spit my beer outNope, still too light hearted for a stern and steady haiku but it does refer to a true story. One of my co-workers, a not particularly

Lisanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196577.post-1165556275026114142006-12-07T21:33:00.000-08:002006-12-07T21:37:55.040-08:00

Here is a photo essay about diamond production, from earth to the jewelry shops. I've oft admired a sparkler, but the more I find out about who really pays for diamonds, the less pretty they seem. Distressing, really.

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