<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532875497306796806</id><updated>2009-01-18T13:45:09.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>simple discussions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/blog.html'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095568016882182099</uri><email>john@quietist.org</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532875497306796806.post-4847490456663210660</id><published>2009-01-17T18:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:43:59.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clowes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>ghost world: a discussion</title><content type='html'>I recently read the entirety of the comic series "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_World"&gt;Ghost World&lt;/a&gt;" by Daniel Clowes.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had previously seen the movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_World_%28film%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghost World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I also enjoyed immensely, and reading the source material was very rewarding. (Enid in the comic might not be as hot as Thora Birch, but hey.) If you've seen/read one but not the other, I recommend doing so; the movie is an extra story, with certain elements from the comic gathered together, sort of in an alternate-universe way, and so it's simply extra material rather than a basic retread. Interestingly, the movie was written by Daniel Clowes, as well, so it's very true to the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost World explores angst, which I believe is much more universal than the typical phrase "teen angst" leads one to believe; it explores pain and loneliness, and does it quite well. Many of the problems one might have while reading the comic-- such as the obvious posturing of the characters to make themself out to be "cooler", or the not-so-subtle ego that Enid's built up by considering herself to be a real "hipster", trying to be cool by being weird-- are intentional digs at those same sorts of acts by people every day. As I've said myself, years ago, attempting to not-conform simply for the sake of not-conforming is just another version of conformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost World explores the maturation process, friendships drifting apart, and the most poignant in my opinion, the depression assocated wtih isolation and loneliness. Enid's a powerful character; someone constantly contradicting herself in her thoughts and actions, a person who hates being unhappy but can't figure a way out of it, a person who hurts others for fun and hates herself for it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mild spoilers ahead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comic ends with no real solution to these things, which is more powerful than any wrap-up could be, I believe;  this is life, where problems often have no definite answer, and where botched friendships can't be patched together easily when people change.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/4847490456663210660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/ghost-world-discussion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/4847490456663210660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/4847490456663210660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/ghost-world-discussion.html' title='ghost world: a discussion'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095568016882182099</uri><email>john@quietist.org</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532875497306796806.post-7312690114221949897</id><published>2009-01-13T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:44:29.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taoism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>haiku</title><content type='html'>the fine mist of clouds&lt;br /&gt;broken by the thin tendrils&lt;br /&gt;from the lifeless tree</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/7312690114221949897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/7312690114221949897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/7312690114221949897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/haiku.html' title='haiku'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095568016882182099</uri><email>john@quietist.org</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532875497306796806.post-6390531796970272999</id><published>2009-01-12T19:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:45:09.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taoism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>a collection of poetry</title><content type='html'>To start the blog off with some content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these might go into the poetry section; a lot are old, and aren't really Taoist influenced, so they won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;soft, beautiful clouds&lt;br /&gt;coasting through blue skies over&lt;br /&gt;tall masses of green&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;those laughing eyes let&lt;br /&gt;me forget loneliness for&lt;br /&gt;a single moment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;whisper of a breeze&lt;br /&gt;on cool summer's night as the&lt;br /&gt;leaves rustle in peace&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;soft cool breeze blows as&lt;br /&gt;the fireflies wander on&lt;br /&gt;a warm summer night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;that pretentious tree&lt;br /&gt;standing there, high and mighty&lt;br /&gt;we should cut it down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;that reflective stream&lt;br /&gt;capturing lunar beauty&lt;br /&gt;as the crickets chirp&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;drip of raindrops from&lt;br /&gt;a dead tree's gorgeous branches&lt;br /&gt;on beautiful mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while stars glimmer in&lt;br /&gt;ignorance, the sun plots its&lt;br /&gt;attack on the night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;limitless beauty&lt;br /&gt;breathless and awestruck at the&lt;br /&gt;sight of a sunset&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;gazing over the&lt;br /&gt;glistening morning grass, wet&lt;br /&gt;with the evening's dew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head to the pillow&lt;br /&gt;entering beautiful dreams&lt;br /&gt;a perfect release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glittering jewels&lt;br /&gt;uncountable lights against&lt;br /&gt;eternity's black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gazing at the stars&lt;br /&gt;till sun vanquishes the moon&lt;br /&gt;pure, tender beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such vast nothingness&lt;br /&gt;as one so small peers into&lt;br /&gt;pure infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by&lt;br /&gt;stars and a tender kiss, life&lt;br /&gt;goes on, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utterly gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;sleeping outside, earth my bed,&lt;br /&gt;sky as my ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon cowers as&lt;br /&gt;the sun devours the stars&lt;br /&gt;till the next battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;my hands caress; this&lt;br /&gt;is my apotheosis.&lt;br /&gt;a subtle, soft kiss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I become lost in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;her mossy green eyes which peer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;out through midnight hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;beautiful laughter&lt;br /&gt;from a young girl's lips;  childlike&lt;br /&gt;contentment, whole, pure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;first rays of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;striking the sand, cold from night&lt;br /&gt;warmth again returns&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the calm flow of life&lt;br /&gt;watching the tranquil snowfall&lt;br /&gt;complete, total bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the world, beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;the gentle kiss of wind, all&lt;br /&gt;the soft sounds of life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we have no freedom&lt;br /&gt;one is enslaved to the self&lt;br /&gt;until death's release&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;a deafening sound.&lt;br /&gt;life's commotion instantly.&lt;br /&gt;then there is nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;everything, nothing&lt;br /&gt;existence is so fleeting&lt;br /&gt;nothing, everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt; While others seek to&lt;br /&gt;destroy, they are in folly:&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I let be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is fine; and&lt;br /&gt;young. Good friend, good food, good life:&lt;br /&gt;No envy of Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;[that] lovely, soft skin&lt;br /&gt;and her dazzling ruby lips&lt;br /&gt;under playful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;gentle breeze stirring&lt;br /&gt;in front of the lapping waves&lt;br /&gt;stretch of endless blue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;swaying blades of grass&lt;br /&gt;kissed by luminescent rays&lt;br /&gt;as the water flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;separated by those&lt;br /&gt;walls fabricated from&lt;br /&gt;hate and pain&lt;br /&gt;barring prescence of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone now in the dark&lt;br /&gt;tears dripping down cheek&lt;br /&gt;the cold trail etching itself&lt;br /&gt;into memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look around at people&lt;br /&gt;see their smiles&lt;br /&gt;their words, their lies&lt;br /&gt;their love, their hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain floods back&lt;br /&gt;i hate you, leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand you&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questions answered indirectly&lt;br /&gt;is it okay for me to be here?&lt;br /&gt;no hope, no comfort, simply&lt;br /&gt;banned from life and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet the ache is worse now&lt;br /&gt;after giving up&lt;br /&gt;after so many salty tears&lt;br /&gt;walls which destroy what they were to defend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take off the headphones and&lt;br /&gt;walk over, nervous, tension&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;a quiet sense of relief&lt;br /&gt;smile with just a hint of sadness&lt;br /&gt;but understanding the chance for&lt;br /&gt;companionship&lt;br /&gt;friendship&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say "hello".&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/6390531796970272999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/collection-of-poetry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/6390531796970272999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/6390531796970272999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/collection-of-poetry.html' title='a collection of poetry'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095568016882182099</uri><email>john@quietist.org</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532875497306796806.post-1968861415400806785</id><published>2009-01-12T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:26:32.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>statement of purpose</title><content type='html'>So, anyone reading this likely was referred to it directly by me, but the point of the site &lt;a href="http://www.quietist.org"&gt;the quietist's way&lt;/a&gt; is primarily to be a good Taoist and Zen Buddhist resource site. I'm planning on expanding it pretty soon with a good amount of content, probably focusing on the history of Taoism and how it's represented in the modern day at first. I think that anyone with a reasonable amount of interest in Eastern philosophy will find that, once it becomes more complete, it'll be an excellent resource to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope that it will become something strong, something good that will help others &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt;, if not change their lives; I'm not so arrogant as to think that's possible. . . but just to be able to teach what I am interested in to people who otherwise may not learn about it, or may not learn it as efficiently, is something I'd love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name "quietist" was chosen for two reasons. . . it has been used to describe philosophical Taoism, which is our primary focus (Zen Buddhism being pretty much synonymous), and the name is so evocative of the peacefulness that is the ideal in the mind of the practicioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope that something good can come out of all this keeps me working at it, and keeps me very interested.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/1968861415400806785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/statement-of-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/1968861415400806785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/1968861415400806785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/statement-of-purpose.html' title='statement of purpose'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095568016882182099</uri><email>john@quietist.org</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532875497306796806.post-9001334847076903449</id><published>2009-01-12T19:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:12:59.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a fresh start.</title><content type='html'>It's really nice to get this site up and running, just to have a place to call my own on the internet (as cheesy as that may sound. . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see what might come of this. I think I'll be using this site as a major creative outlet; even excluding the main purpose of the site, to create a useful and  interesting Taoist resource, I feel as though I have a "base" from which I can expand outward, and work on my writing, as well as some other ideas I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namely, I'm interested in exploring the creation of electronic music, in writing more poetry, and perhaps doing a podcast. I'm excited about creating, and for the first time in a long time, I feel somewhat passionate about it.  Having the ability to showcase what I'm doing is a beautiful thing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/9001334847076903449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/9001334847076903449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532875497306796806/posts/default/9001334847076903449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://john.quietist.org/blog/2009/01/fresh-start.html' title='a fresh start.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05095568016882182099</uri><email>john@quietist.org</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
