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		<title>Convergence: changes to the way journalists think about stories</title>
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<p>This is a presentation I delivered to 2nd year Journalism students at the University of Queensland.</p>
<p>The students were studying &#8220;Convergence&#8221;</p>
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<p>&#160;</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/08/20/convergence-changes-to-the-way-journalists-think-about-stories/</link>
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		<title>Beef and mushroom hotpot with parmesan dumplings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/4807981392/"><img alt="Beef, bacon and mushroom hotpot with parmesand dumplings" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4807981392_af96ec383c.jpg" title="Beef, bacon and mushroom hotpot with parmesand dumplings" width="500" height="357" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Beef, bacon and mushroom hotpot with parmesand dumplings</p></div>
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<h2 class="fn" style="display:none;">Recipe: Beef, bacon and mushroom hotpot with parmesan dumplings</h2>
<p class="summary">Summary: Terrific slow cooked meal, best in winter</p>
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<h4>Ingredients</h4>
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<li class="ingredient"> 1kg gravy beef
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<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2010/07/21/beef-and-mushroom-hotpot-with-parmesan-dumplings/" class="more-link">Read more on Beef and mushroom hotpot with parmesan dumplings&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/07/21/beef-and-mushroom-hotpot-with-parmesan-dumplings/</link>
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		<title>Ron Mueck sculpture</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/4787763625/"><img alt="Mask II" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4787763625_b58cd0a0db_m.jpg" title="Mask II" width="240" height="160" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Mask II - Ron Mueck&#039;s self portrait</p></div>
<p>Currently at the gallery of Modern Art is an exhibition of sculptures by Ron Mueck.</p>
<p>While the sculptures are fantastic, in taking these photos I was as interested in the audiences relationship with the pieces.<br />
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<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2010/07/13/ron-mueck-sculpture/" class="more-link">Read more on Ron Mueck sculpture&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/07/13/ron-mueck-sculpture/</link>
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		<title>SSI conditional based on Document URI</title>
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<div id="_mcePaste">&#60;!&#8211;#if expr=&#8221;($DOCUMENT_URI = /brisbane/) &#124;&#124; ($DOCUMENT_URI = /sydney/) &#124;&#124; ($DOCUMENT_URI = /melbourne/) &#124;&#124; ($DOCUMENT_URI = /adelaide/) &#124;&#124; ($DOCUMENT_URI = /perth/)&#8221; &#8211;&#62;</div>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/07/09/ssi-conditional-based-on-document-uri/</link>
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		<title>Watch the moss thicken</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/4522614549/in/photostream/"><img alt="William Jolly Bridge at night" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2743/4522614549_a615dc088f_m.jpg" title="William Jolly Bridge" width="240" height="160" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">William Jolly Bridge</p></div>
<p>Sitting before the silent, burning incense<br />
I watch the moss thicken on the stone bridge.<br />
Don&#8217;t ask me why.<br />
I&#8217;ve been out of step with the world since my youth.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2010/07/07/watch-the-moss-thicken/" class="more-link">Read more on Watch the moss thicken&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/07/07/watch-the-moss-thicken/</link>
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		<title>The edge of the pond</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/3880391214/lightbox/"><img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3880391214_8556f15669.jpg" title="Rower" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="374" /></a></p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>Seeking the origin,<br />
I went to the edge of the pond<br />
And forgot to return, </p>
<p>~ Choeui Eusoon</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/06/24/the-edge-of-the-pond/</link>
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		<title>Lamb and chickpea tagine</title>
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<h2 class="fn" style="display:none;">Recipe: Lamb and chickpea tagine</h2>
<p class="summary">Summary: This only takes about 15 minutes preparation but is designed for slow cooking. Recipe designed from various sources.</p>
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<h4>Ingredients</h4>
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<li>500g diced lamb</li>
<li>400g tin of chickpeas</li>
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		<title>It&#8217;s like riding a cow to return home</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8697626/"><img alt="buffalo rider" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/8697626_07bc4e8c37_m.jpg" title="buffalo rider" width="240" height="170" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">buffalo rider (Cebu, 1981)</p></div>
<p>Finding a teacher to learn the truth<br />
Is nothing special<br />
It&#8217;s like riding a cow to return home.<br />
If you can stride freely atop<br />
A hundred foot pole<br />
Countless buddhas will only be<br />
Sparks in your eyes.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/28/its-like-riding-a-cow-to-return-home/" class="more-link">Read more on It&#8217;s like riding a cow to return home&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/28/its-like-riding-a-cow-to-return-home/</link>
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		<title>Kate Ray&#8217;s semantic web</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Kate Ray, a journalism major at NYU,   interviewed a range of people for her documentary, Web 3.0.</p>
<p>Her talent includes Tim Berners-Lee and many other semantic web experts.<br />
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<p>This documentary is a discussion of semantic technologies and how that’s going to affect how we deal with information on the Internet.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/26/the-semantic-web/" class="more-link">Read more on Kate Ray&#8217;s semantic web&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/26/the-semantic-web/</link>
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		<title>Treaty by Yothu Yindi</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The 1991 song Treaty by Yothu Yindi came out while I was working in the Territory. It is one of my favourite songs, and the video clip and dancing is a bonus.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/21/treaty-by-yothu-yindi/" class="more-link">Read more on Treaty by Yothu Yindi&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/21/treaty-by-yothu-yindi/</link>
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		<title>The Story of Stuff</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The <a href="http://www.storyofstuff.com/">Story of Stuff</a> Project’s mission is to build a strong, diverse, decentralized, cross-sector movement to transform systems of production and consumption to serve ecological sustainability and social wellbeing. </p>
<p>Their goals are to amplify public discourse on a diverse set of sustainability issues and to facilitate the growing <a href="http://www.storyofstuff.com/">Story of Stuff</a> community’s involvement in strategic efforts to build a more sustainable and just world.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/20/the-story-of-stuff/" class="more-link">Read more on The Story of Stuff&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/20/the-story-of-stuff/</link>
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		<title>Writing blog posts</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Maryrose Lyons discusses tactics used in writing for online audiences and how to tailor your writing style to capture the best attention possible.<br />
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<p><embed src="http://v.wordpress.com/wp-content/plugins/video/flvplayer.swf?ver=1.21" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="550" height="310 seamlesstabbing="true" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" overstretch="true" flashvars="guid=lZduJz20&#38;width=550&#38;height=310&#38;locksize=no&#38;dynamicseek=false&#38;qc_publisherId=p-18-mFEk4J448M" title="Maryrose Lyons: Writing for Blogs"></embed></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/20/writing-blog-posts/</link>
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		<title>Know there is nothing to know</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/96236068/in/photostream/"><img alt="Sunflower head macro" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/36/96236068_097f7eb411_m.jpg" title="Sunflower seeds" width="240" height="160" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Sunflower head in seed</p></div>
<p>Use the wisdom of a diamond to control and rule it,<br />
since just like a plant, there is nothing to know.<br />
To know there is nothing to know<br />
is the wisdom to know everything.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/19/know-there-is-nothing-to-know/" class="more-link">Read more on Know there is nothing to know&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/05/19/know-there-is-nothing-to-know/</link>
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		<title>Is there anything else to remember?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I only open my eyes for the spring wind<br />
And the autumn moon.</p>
<p>~ Hamhur Kiwha (1376-1433)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/04/24/is-there-anything-else-to-remember/</link>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t covet</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>
Not knowing its strength,<br />
The mosquito sucked too much blood to fly.<br />
Don&#8217;t covet what others value.<br />
You&#8217;ll pay for it someday.</p>
<p>~ Naong Haegun (1320-1376) </p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/04/04/dont-covet/</link>
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		<title>New version of ABC Local</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In February 2010 we launched the most recent iteration of ABC Local, by my calculation the fifth I've been involved in. This time the project took 14 months but when you consider there are 54 sites and hundred of thousands of pages, along with significant photo, audio and video media files this is not as long as you might think.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2010/02/02/new-version-of-abc-local/</link>
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		<title>Tools for Journalism</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Tools for modern journalism was a presentation prepared for primarily post-graduate students and staff of the University of Queenslands Journalism faculty. The talk was part of the <a href="http://www.jacdigital.com.au/index.php?option=com_content&#038;view=category&#038;layout=blog&#038;id=54&#038;Itemid=59">JACtalk series</a>.<br />
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The talk covered:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2009/10/19/tools-for-journalism/" class="more-link">Read more on Tools for Journalism&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/10/19/tools-for-journalism/</link>
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		<title>The essential technique of zazen</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If random thoughts should occur to you unexpectedly, let them go straight away. Do not follow them.  This is the essential technique of zazen.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/09/17/the-essential-technique-of-zazen/</link>
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		<title>The valley stream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Rain, hail, snow, and ice:<br />
All are different,<br />
But when they fall<br />
They become the same water<br />
As the valley stream.</p>
<p>- Ikkyu (1394-1481)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/08/10/the-valley-stream/</link>
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		<title>Dust in the eye</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>One grain of dust in the eye<br />
Will render the Three Worlds<br />
Too small to see<br />
~ Muso Soseki (1275-1351)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/05/15/dust-in-the-eye/</link>
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		<title>Red flag</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p class="pagenoted">The people&#8217;s flag is deepest red,<br />
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,<br />
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,<br />
Their hearts&#8217; blood dyed its ev&#8217;ry fold.</p>
<p class="pagenoted">Then raise the scarlet standard high.<br />
Within its shade we&#8217;ll live and die,<br />
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,<br />
We&#8217;ll keep the red flag flying here.</p>
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		<title>Wandering</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 10px;"><a title="IMGP1896 sunset halls road by RaeA, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/249345995/"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/95/249345995_04f296217a_m.jpg" alt="IMGP1896 sunset halls road" width="240" height="160" /></a></div>
<p>My treasure is the cloud on the peak<br />
The moon over the valley<br />
Travelling east or west<br />
Light and free on the one road<br />
I don&#8217;t know whether I&#8217;m on the way<br />
Or at home.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2009/04/18/wandering/" class="more-link">Read more on Wandering&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/04/18/wandering/</link>
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		<title>A life lived later</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The word<br />
That defines my life:<br />
Later. Mine has been<br />
A life that will be lived later.</p>
<p>~ Anurag Mathur</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/03/30/a-life-lived-later/</link>
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		<title>Lifetimes seldom fill a hundred years</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I live far off in the wild<br />
Where moss and woods<br />
Are thick and plants perfumed<br />
I can see mountains rain or shine<br />
And never hear market noise<br />
I light a few leaves in my stove to heat tea<br />
To patch my robe I cut off a cloud<br />
Lifetimes seldom fill a hundred years<br />
Why suffer for profit and fame?</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2009/03/19/lifetimes-seldom-fill-a-hundred-years/" class="more-link">Read more on Lifetimes seldom fill a hundred years&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/03/19/lifetimes-seldom-fill-a-hundred-years/</link>
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		<title>The Man Watching</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I can tell by the way the trees beat, after<br />
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes<br />
that a storm is coming,<br />
and I hear the far-off fields say things<br />
I can&#8217;t bear without a friend,<br />
I can&#8217;t love without a sister</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2009/03/11/the-man-watching/" class="more-link">Read more on The Man Watching&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/03/11/the-man-watching/</link>
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		<title>leave the world behind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I’ve left the world far behind,<br />
My robe is covered with moss;<br />
A small bundle of firewood burns,<br />
Brightening the night.</p>
<p>~ Ryokan (1758-1831)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/02/18/leave-the-world-behind/</link>
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		<title>Moon rises slowly</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The moon rises slowly over the highest peak;<br />
I stand there quietly for a long time and<br />
My robe becomes moist with dew.<br />
~ Ryokan (1758-1831)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2009/01/25/moon-rises-slowly/</link>
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		<title>see truth face to face</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Do not accept anything simply<br />
Because it has been said<br />
By your teacher,<br />
Or because it has been written<br />
In your sacred book,<br />
Or because it has been<br />
Believed by many,<br />
Or because it has been<br />
Handed down by your<br />
Ancestors.<br />
Accept and live only<br />
According to what will enable<br />
You to see truth face to face.<br />
~ Buddha</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2008/12/08/see-truth-face-to-face/" class="more-link">Read more on see truth face to face&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/12/08/see-truth-face-to-face/</link>
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		<title>boundless mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>You do not need to contemplate<br />
your action and to purify your mind.<br />
Let your mind be boundless<br />
and without any obstruction.<br />
~ Fa-yung  (593-657)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/12/01/boundless-mind/</link>
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		<title>The Pretender</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Keep you in the dark<br />
You know they all pretend<br />
Keep you in the dark<br />
And so it all began</p>
<p>Send in your skeletons<br />
Sing as their bones come marching in&#8230;again<br />
They need you buried deep<br />
The secrets that you keep are at the ready<br />
Are you ready?<br />
I&#8217;m finished making sense<br />
Done pleading ignorance<br />
That whole&#8230;defense</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2008/10/09/the-pretender/" class="more-link">Read more on The Pretender&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/10/09/the-pretender/</link>
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		<title>Lily was here</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>What was that song with Dave Stewart and the saxophone</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/10/09/lily-was-here/</link>
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		<title>God will know his own</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><span id="Kill_them_all"><em>Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius.</em></span></p>
<p>&#8220;Slay them all. God will know his own.&#8221;</p>
<p>~ attributed to Abbot Arnold Amaury before the massacre of <a class="extiw" title="w:Béziers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B%C3%A9ziers">Béziers</a> during the <a class="extiw" title="w:Albigensian Crusade" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albigensian_Crusade">Albigensian Crusade</a>,</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2008/10/09/god-will-know-his-own/" class="more-link">Read more on God will know his own&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Coffee &#8211; Long Black</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div style="float:left; margin-right:10px;"><a title="DSC04099 - coffee by RaeA, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135308453/"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/55/135308453_b5217dcc35_m.jpg" alt="DSC04099 - coffee" width="240" height="180" /></a></div>
<p>Black as the devil,<br />
hot as hell,<br />
pure as an angel,<br />
sweet as love.<br />
~ Charles  Maurice de Talleyrand</p>
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		<title>Microformats</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>This presentation was made to web developers and editors as part of a knowledge sharing exercise.<br />
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/09/09/microformats/</link>
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		<title>Audio Online</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>This is a presentation made to first year Journalism students at the University of Queensland. it was used as part of the Radio subject.<br />
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		<title>It Ain&#8217;t What You Do, It&#8217;s What It Does To You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I have not bummed across America<br />
with only a dollar to spare, one pair<br />
of busted Levi&#8217;s and a bowie knife.<br />
I have lived with thieves in Manchester.</p>
<p>I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,<br />
barefoot, listening to the space between<br />
each footfall picking up and putting down<br />
its print against the marble floor. But I</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/07/26/it-aint-what-you-do-its-what-it-does-to-you/</link>
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		<title>the mind does not decrease</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>All of you should penetrate your own minds;<br />
do not record my words.<br />
Even if principles as numerous as the sands of the Ganges are spoken of,<br />
the mind does not increase.<br />
And if nothing is said,<br />
the mind does not decrease.<br />
- Ma-tsu (709-788)</p>
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		<title>lives of quiet desperation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Most men lead lives of quiet desperation<br />
and go to the grave with the song still in them.<br />
- Henry David Thoreau</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/07/19/lives-of-quiet-desperation/</link>
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		<title>there is nothing I dislike</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;The true practitioner of the Way  completely transcends all things.  Even if heaven and earth were to tumble down, I would have no misgivings.  Even if all the buddhas in the ten directions were to appear before me, I would not rejoice. Even if the three hells were to appear before me, I would have no fear. Why is this so?  Because there is nothing I dislike.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>An autumn night</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>An autumn night.<br />
Don&#8217;t think your life,<br />
didn&#8217;t matter.<br />
- Basho</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/06/10/an-autumn-night/</link>
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		<title>Little minds</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Little minds are interested in the extraordinary;<br />
Great minds in the commonplace.</p>
<p>- Elbert Hubbard</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/05/29/little-minds/</link>
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		<title>Red vs Blue eps 01</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>This is the original Red vs Blue episode, marking a new way of interacting with computer games.<br />
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2008/05/28/red-vs-blue-eps-01/</link>
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		<title>Live close to the ground</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In dwelling, live close to the ground.<br />
In thinking, keep to the simple.<br />
In conflict, be fair and generous.<br />
In governing, don&#8217;t try to control.<br />
In work, do what you enjoy.<br />
In family life, be completely present.</p>
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		<title>Study only death</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>A recluse came and asked:  &#8220;What is the primary concern in religious practice?&#8221;</p>
<p>The Master responded:  &#8220;Put everything aside and only study death.  Always study death, free yourself from death, and when death really comes you will not be flustered. In order to save others, knowledge is necessary.  For your own salvation, however, whatever knowledge you have grasped becomes your enemy.  Just be mindless as earth; recite the nenbutsu (praise to Amida Buddha) and study death.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>alive and free</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>We are sailing on the seas for Jersey Clipper<br />
In search of things we yet have come to know<br />
We are sailing hard and looking for adventure<br />
We are alive and free<br />
Just being you and me<br />
Out on the rolling sea<br />
A thousand miles from home<br />
~ from <a href="http://www.jerseyclipper.com/Shared%20Documents/song.htm">Jersey Clipper</a> by Julian Shaw</p>
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		<title>Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p class="DescriptionText" align="left">My first thought was, he lied in every word,<br />
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye<br />
Askance to watch the working of his lie<br />
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford<br />
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored<br />
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.</p>
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		<title>Nominated for Mentor of the Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>in 2007, I mentored a couple of QUT final year journalism student.</p>
<p>One nominated me as Mentor of the Year.<br />
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<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/mentor-nomination.jpg"><img src="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/mentor-nomination-206x300.jpg" alt="mentor nomination" title="mentor-nomination" width="206" height="300" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-931" /></a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/11/18/nominated-for-mentor-of-the-year/</link>
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		<title>The more is hidden, the more appears</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The more is hidden, the more appears</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/11/16/the-more-is-hidden-the-more-appears/</link>
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		<title>Anthem For Doomed Youth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?<br />
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.<br />
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle<br />
Can patter out their hasty orisons.<br />
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,<br />
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—<br />
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;<br />
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.</p>
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		<title>We are what we think</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>We are what we think.</p>
<p>All that we are arises with our thoughts.</p>
<p>With our  thoughts we make the world.</p>
<p>- Bhudda</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/10/23/we-are-what-we-think/</link>
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		<title>The Death-Bed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/276016411/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/276016411_0e5b3dd99a.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="IMGP2149 jacaranda cemetery" /></a></p>
<p>He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped<br />
Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;<br />
Aqueous like floating rays of amber light,<br />
Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep.<br />
Silence and safety; and his mortal shore<br />
Lipped by the inward, moonless waves of death.</p>
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		<title>Mountain Forest in the mist</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/1252408070/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1163/1252408070_666d4861ec.jpg" width="500" height="260" alt="Misty morning" /></a></p>
<p>Light rain, the mountain forest<br />
Is wrapped in mist,<br />
Slowly the fog changes<br />
To clouds and haze.<br />
Along the boundless river bank,<br />
Many crows.<br />
I walk to a hill overlooking the valley<br />
To sit in zazen.<br />
<em>- Ryokan  (1758-1831)</em></p>
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		<title>Growing slowly</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Be not afraid of growing slowly, be only afraid of standing still.</p>
<p>- chinese proverb</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/09/11/growing-slowly/</link>
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		<title>Paths to the top</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>There are many paths to the top of the mountain &#8211; but the view is always the same.</p>
<p>- chinese proverb</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/09/09/paths-to-the-top/</link>
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		<title>Grant Mclellan video</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Promo video for Grant McLennan&#8217;s Lighting Fires<br />
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/08/02/grant-mclellan-video/</link>
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		<title>Everything straight lieth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Then happened that which made me lighter: for the dwarf sprang from my shoulder, the prying sprite! And it squatted on a stone in front of me. There was however a gateway just where we halted.</p>
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		<title>moments lost in time</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font face="Geneva,Arial,sans-serif" size="2">I&#8217;ve seen things you people wouldn&#8217;t believe.<br />
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.<br />
I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate.<br />
All these moments will be lost in time.<br />
Like tears in rain.<br />
Time to die.&#8221;</font></p>
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		<title>sky and water merging</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Like sky and water merging<br />
During autumn,<br />
Like snow and moon<br />
Having the same color,<br />
This field is without boundary,<br />
Beyond direction,<br />
Magnificently one entity<br />
Without edge or seam.<br />
<em>- Hongzhi  (1091-1157)</em></p>
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		<title>When I am dead, my dearest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/474264367/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/474264367_d3e2f1e2b8_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="Looking towards the city from Toowong Cemetery" /></a></p>
<p>When I am dead, my dearest,<br />
Sing no sad songs for me;<br />
Plant thou no roses at my head,<br />
Nor shady cypress tree:<br />
Be the green grass above me<br />
With showers and dewdrops wet;<br />
And if thou wilt, remember,<br />
And if thou wilt, forget.</p>
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		<title>Time&#8217;s winged chariot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>But at my back I always hear<br />
Time&#8217;s winged chariot hurrying near;<br />
And yonder all before us lie<br />
Deserts of vast eternity.</p>
<p>- Andrew Marvell (<em>To his Coy Mistress</em>)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/05/26/times-winged-chariot/</link>
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		<title>Hallelujah</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p> Well I heard there was a secret chord<br />
That David played, and it pleased the Lord<br />
But you don&#8217;t really care for music, do ya?<br />
Well it goes like this<br />
The fourth, the fifth<br />
The minor fall and the major lift<br />
The baffled king composing Hallelujah<br />
Hallelujah<br />
Hallelujah<br />
Hallelujah<br />
Hallelujah</p>
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		<title>Old Age</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen to a man.&#8221;<br />
- Leon Trotsky</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/05/06/old-age/</link>
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		<title>The flee from me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>They flee from me, that somtime did me seke</p>
<p>- Thomas Wyatt</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/04/26/the-flee-from-me/</link>
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		<title>Waiting properly</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8216;You must learn to wait properly&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;And how does one learn that?&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;By letting go of yourself, leaving yourself and everything yours behind you so decisively that nothing more is left of you but a purposeless tension&#8217;</p>
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		<title>Serenity is the final word</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In this reflection all intentional efforts vanish.<br />
Serenity is the final word of all the teachings;<br />
Reflection is the response to all manifestations.</p>
<p>- Hung Chih</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/04/19/serenity-is-the-final-word/</link>
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		<title>Taint nobody&#8217;s biz-nes if I do</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If I should take a notion to jump into the ocean &#8216;taint nobody&#8217;s biz-ness if I do, do, do,  do.</p>
<p>If I go to church on Sunday, then just shimmy down on Monday,  &#8216;Taint nobody&#8217;s biz-nes if I do if I do.</p>
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		<title>Under Milkwood</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>  We are not wholly bad or good<br />
Who live our lives under Milk Wood,<br />
And Thou, I know, wilt be the first<br />
To see our best side, not our worst.</p>
<p>- Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)  in Under Milkwood</p>
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		<title>Those who do not remember their past are condemned to repeat their mistakes.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/440664437/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/440664437_19a0d690f1.jpg" alt="death of an icon" height="500" width="364" /></a></p>
<p>Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness.</p>
<p>Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.</p>
<p><em>- <a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/George_Santayana">George Santayana </a>(1863  – 1952)</em></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/03/31/those-who-do-not-remember-their-past-are-condemned-to-repeat-their-mistakes/</link>
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		<title>named fear</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font class="sqq">Named must your fear be before banish it you can.</font></p>
<p>- Yoda</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/03/30/named-fear/</link>
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		<title>Shelter from the storm</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p> &#8216;Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood<br />
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud<br />
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.<br />
&#8220;Come in,&#8221; she said,<br />
&#8220;I&#8217;ll give you shelter from the storm.&#8221;</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2007/03/27/shelter-from-the-storm/" class="more-link">Read more on Shelter from the storm&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Nameless and formless</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Nameless and formless,<br />
I leave birth-and-death.<br />
- Layman P&#8217;ang (740 &#8211; 808)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/03/26/nameless-and-formless/</link>
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		<title>No man is an island</title>
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All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.</p>
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		<title>only the heart can see rightly</title>
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It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential<br />
is invisible to the eye.<br />
- <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoine_de_Saint-Exup%C3%A9ry">Antoine de Saint-Exupery</a> (1900-1944)</p>
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		<title>Jewels</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If I should see your eyes again,<br />
I know how far their look would go &#8211;<br />
Back to a morning in the park<br />
With sapphire shadows on the snow.</p>
<p>Or back to oak trees in the spring<br />
When you unloosed my hair and kissed<br />
The head that lay against your knees<br />
In the leaf shadow&#8217;s amethyst.</p>
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		<title>always zen</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Zen students are with their masters at least ten years before they  presume to teach others. Nan-in was visited by Tenno, who, having passed  his apprenticeship, had become a teacher. The day happened to be rainy, so  Tenno wore wooden clogs and carried an umbrella. After greeting him Nan-in  remarked: &#8220;I suppose you left your wodden clogs in the vestibule. I want  to know if your umbrella is on the right or left side of the clogs.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>quickly life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The sound of a swollen<br />
Mountain stream rapidly rushing<br />
Makes one know<br />
How very quickly life itself<br />
Is pressed along its course.<br />
<em>- Saigyo  (1118-1190)</em></p>
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		<title>Examine your mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Examine your mind to see it as not being inside, not being outside, and not being in between.</p>
<p>Observe it calmly, carefully, and objectively; when you master this, you will clearly see that the mind’s consciousness moves in a flow, like a current of water, like heat waves rising endlessly.<br />
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<em><a class="artist">- Hongren (602-675)</a></em></p>
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		<title>forceps of our minds</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Water Under Water &#8211; The Thrill</p>
<p>&#8220;The forceps of our minds are clumsy forceps, and crush the truth a little in taking hold of it.&#8221;</p>
<p>- H. G. Wells</p>
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		<title>a master of stillness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>To return to your original state of being,<br />
You must become a master of stillness.</p>
<p>Turn the mind in upon itself<br />
And contemplate the inner radiance.</p>
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		<title>one crowded hour</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.</p>
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		<title>importance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;No human thing is of serious importance.&#8221;</p>
<p>- Plato</p>
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		<title>do what we must</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;We do what we must, and call it by the best names.&#8221;</p>
<p><em> &#8211; Ralph Waldo Emerson</em></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2007/01/11/do-what-we-must/</link>
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		<title>the individual stands at a crossroad</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/82013783/"><img width="165" hspace="10" height="240" align="left" alt="0156 rae waiting for the school bus c1964" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/41/82013783_c0861888df_m.jpg" /></a>&#8230; the individual today stands at a crossroad, faced with the choice of whether to pursue the new technology and the endless multiplication of material goods, or to seek out a way that will lead to spiritual responsibility &#8230;</p>
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		<title>shake off the dust of human ambition</title>
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<p>To shake off the dust of human ambition<br />
I sit on moss in Zen robes of stillness,<br />
While through the window,<br />
In the setting sun of late autumn,<br />
Falling leaves whirl and drop to the stone dais.</p>
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		<title>Mini Curry Pies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>My daughter decided to make these mini curry pies for Christmas</p>
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<p><strong>Ingredients:</strong></p>
<p>1 tablespoon olive oil<br />
1 onion, finely diced<br />
1 apple, diced<br />
1 tablespoon curry powder<br />
1 teaspoon brown sugar<br />
500g premium beef mince<br />
1 and 1/4 cups water<br />
2 teaspoons cornflower (for thickening)<br />
1 tablespoon chopped sultanas<br />
5 sheets shortcrust pastry<br />
1 egg (beaten)<br />
garam masala to taste</p>
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		<title>sleep with dogs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Those who sleep with dogs must rise with fleas&#8221;</p>
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<p>I thought this was a Bjelke-Petersen-ism from the 1970s however I found it in a book of Scottish sayings.</p>
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		<title>in an instance we are free</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><img width="1" vspace="1" height="1" border="0" src="http://dailyzen.com/images/dot.gif" />If the eye never falls asleep,<br />
all dreams cease by themselves.<br />
If the spirit retains its unity,<br />
all things are of one essence.<br />
When this essence is seen,<br />
in an instant  we are free.<br />
We return to the origin<br />
and remain that which we are.</p>
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		<title>The Dying Fisherman&#8217;s Song</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8216;Twas midnight on the ocean,<br />
Not a streetcar was in sight,<br />
The sun was shining brightly<br />
For it had rained all that night.</p>
<p>&#8216;Twas a summer&#8217;s day in winter<br />
The rain was snowing fast,<br />
As a barefoot girl with shoes on,<br />
Stood sitting on the grass.</p>
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		<title>Facts vs Opinions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Any clod can have the facts, but having opinions is an art.&#8221;</p>
<p>- Charles McCabe</p>
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		<title>immature</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;You can only be young once. But you can always be immature.&#8221;</p>
<p>- Dave Barry</p>
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		<title>Behind the bowlers arm</title>
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<p>&#8220;When the angels add my days and say my time is up<br />
I&#8217;ll say to them now hold on please there&#8217;s one thing you forgot<br />
I know each man must leave this world behind when he gets called<br />
But we had a deal that you won&#8217;t count the days I watched the bat &#038; ball</p>
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		<title>great injustice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Quick Egg Pie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>This is a quick egg pie, good for breakfast or dinner.</p>
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<p><strong>Ingredients:</strong></p>
<p>2 sheets of puff pastry</p>
<p>6 Eggs</p>
<p>2 slices of ham</p>
<p>half a capsicum</p>
<p>4 cherry tomatoes</p>
<p>mustard powder, salt and pepper for seasoning</p>
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		<title>enlightenment not brilliance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 16px">Think of those who gained enlightenment upon hearing the sound of bamboo when struck by a tile or seeing blossoms in bloom.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 16px"> Does the bamboo distinguish the clever or dull, the deluded or enlightened; does the flower differentiate between shallow and deep, the wise and stupid? </span></p>
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		<title>Salad of Char Grilled Chicken &amp; Thai herbs with a Chilli &amp; Tamarind dressing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><strong><img align="right" alt="Dishes" title="Dishes" src="http://static.flickr.com/120/278681797_1768dcaadf_m.jpg" />Ingredients</strong><br />
500 grams of chicken breast, char grilled, cooled &#038; chopped.<br />
8 red shallots, finely sliced<br />
2 stalks of lemon grass, tender part only, micro planed<br />
8 kaffir lime leaves, finely sliced<br />
3 tablespoons of ginger, julienne<br />
Half cup of coriander leaves*<br />
quarter cup of mint leaves*<br />
1/4 cup Viet mint leaves*<br />
250 grams chopped cos for the base.<br />
*Never cut herbs with a knife, if leaves are too big just tear with your fingers.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/11/11/salad-of-char-grilled-chicken-thai-herbs-with-a-chilli-tamarind-dressing/" class="more-link">Read more on Salad of Char Grilled Chicken &#038; Thai herbs with a Chilli &#038; Tamarind dressing&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>thinking</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;As I grow older , I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.&#8221;  &#8211; H. Rider Haggard</p>
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		<title>Searching</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Often the only way you will find something,<br />
Is to stop searching for it</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/10/27/searching/</link>
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		<title>Fame Speaks</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Fame Speaks</p>
<p>Stand forth,John Keats! On earth thou knew&#8217;st me not;<br />
Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou,<br />
True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vow;<br />
Resigned,if name with ashes were forgot,<br />
So thou one arrow in the gold had&#8217;st shot!<br />
I never placed my laurel on thy brow,<br />
But on thy name I come to lay it now,<br />
When thy bones wither in the earthly plot.<br />
Fame is my name. I dwell among the clouds,<br />
Being immortal,and the wreath I bring<br />
Itself is Immortality. The sweets<br />
Of earth I know not,more the pains,but wing<br />
In mine own ether,with the crownéd crowds<br />
Born of the centuries.-Stand forth,John Keats!</p>
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		<title>On Fame</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;You cannot eat your cake and have it too.&#8221; -ProverbHow fevered is the man who cannot look<br />
Upon his mortal days with temperate blood,<br />
Who vexes all the leaves of his life&#8217;s book,<br />
And robs his fair name of its maidenhood;<br />
It is as if the rose should pluck herself,<br />
Or the ripe plum finger its misty bloom,<br />
As if a Naiad, like a meddling elf,<br />
Should darken her pure grot with muddy gloom;<br />
But the rose leaves herself upon the briar,<br />
For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed,<br />
And the ripe plum still wears its dim attire;<br />
The undisturbed lake has crystal space;<br />
Why then should man, teasing the world for grace,<br />
Spoil his salvation for a fierce miscreed?</p>
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		<title>Hippocrates soup</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I got this recipe from a contact who got it from The Gerson Therapy book, which preaches no salt. Dr. Max Gerson was a German, who escaped Nazi Germany and practiced medicine on Park Avenue, NYC. He recommended the Hippocrates soup, yes, the man himself, and suggests that it cleanses the liver. As you would imagine, without salt and other seasonings, the soup tastes a bit bland.</p>
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		<title>poem no place for an idea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;A poem is no place for an idea.&#8221;</p>
<p>Edgar Watson Howe</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/10/09/poem-no-place-for-an-idea/</link>
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		<title>Female Fruit Fly trap</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>A lot of fruit fly traps are designed to attract male fruit flies and dispose of them. This one is however designed to attract the female fruit fly which is the one that actually attacks the fruit.  This was originally on Gardening Australia<br />
You need:<br />
2 plastic drink bottles</p>
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		<title>Growing Older but not up</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div id="content">For all those who dont feel as old as they are and never will<br />
I rounded first never thought of the worst<br />
As I studied the shortstops position<br />
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg<br />
Someone call a decent physician<br />
Im no pete rose, I cant pretend<br />
Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones dont bendChorus:<br />
Im growing older but not up<br />
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck<br />
Let those winds of time blow over my head<br />
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead</div>
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		<title>Paranoid</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Paranoid? Probably. But just because you&#8217;re paranoid doesn&#8217;t mean there isn&#8217;t an invisible demon about to eat your face.</p>
<p>- <em>Storm Front</em> by Jim Butcher</p>
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		<title>Back in the saddle again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="2" face="Verdana" color="#666655"> I&#8217;m back<br />
I&#8217;m back in the saddle again<br />
I&#8217;m back<br />
I&#8217;m back in the saddle again</font></p>
<p>Ridin&#8217; into town alone<br />
By the light of the moon<br />
I&#8217;m looking for ole&#8217; Sukie Jones<br />
She crazy horse saloon<br />
Barkeep gimme a drink<br />
That&#8217;s when she caught my eye<br />
She turned to give me a wink<br />
That&#8217;d make a grown man cry</p>
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		<title>no illusions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>When you see reality,<br />
no illusions can confuse you;<br />
when you develop stability,<br />
things cannot shake it or take it away.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/09/04/no-illusions/</link>
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		<title>Resistance is futile</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>We are the Borg.</p>
<p>Lower your shields and surrender your ships.</p>
<p>We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own.</p>
<p>Your culture will adapt to service us.</p>
<p>Resistance is futile.</p>
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		<title>good companions</title>
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		<title>Lift up the mountain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>So it is said that the earth lifts<br />
Up the mountain without<br />
Knowing the mountain’s<br />
Stark steepness.</p>
<p>A rock contains jade without<br />
Knowing the jade’s flawlessness.</p>
<p>This is how truly to leave home.</p>
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		<title>Try not</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><strong><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000568/" /></strong> Try not. Do&#8230; or do not. There is no try.</p>
<p>- Yoda</p>
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		<title>Youth wasted on the young</title>
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<p>&#8220;Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.&#8221;</p>
<p>- George Bernard Shaw</p>
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		<title>How McDougal Topped The Score</title>
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<p>A peaceful spot is Pipers Flat. The fold that live around<br />
They keep themselves by keeping sheep and turning up the ground<br />
But the climate is erratic and the consequences are<br />
The struggle with the elements is everlasting war<br />
We plough and sow and harrow, then sit and pray for rain<br />
And then we all get flooded out and have to start again<br />
But the folk are now rejoicing as they ne&#8217;er rejoiced before<br />
For we&#8217;ve played Molongo at cricket and McDougal topped the score</p>
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		<title>The first principle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>When one goes to Obaku temple in Kyoto he sees carved over the gate the words &#8220;The First Principle&#8221;. The letters are unusually large, and those who appreciate calligraphy always admire them as being a mastepiece.  They were drawn by Kosen two hundred years ago.</p>
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		<title>a pinch of dirt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Eat a pinch of dirt before you die&#8221;</p>
<p>- anon</p>
<p>My scottish grandmother used to say this but I&#8217;ve never worked it out. Do you need to eat a pinch of dirt before you die? Does eating a pinch of dirt cause you to die?</p>
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		<title>The Last Leap</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>All is over! fleet career,<br />
Dash of greyhound slipping thongs,<br />
Flight of falcon, bound of deer,<br />
Mad hoof-thunder in our rear,<br />
Cold air rushing up our lungs,<br />
Din of many tongues.</p>
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		<title>Romeo and Juliet &#8211; ACT I &#8211; Prologue</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Two households, both alike in dignity,<br />
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,<br />
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,<br />
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.<br />
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes<br />
A pair of star-cross&#8217;d lovers take their life;<br />
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows<br />
Do with their death bury their parents&#8217; strife.<br />
The fearful passage of their death-mark&#8217;d love,<br />
And the continuance of their parents&#8217; rage,<br />
Which, but their children&#8217;s end, nought could remove,<br />
Is now the two hours&#8217; traffic of our stage;<br />
The which if you with patient ears attend,<br />
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.</p>
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		<title>throw your voice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn&#8217;t mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.&#8221;  &#8211; Edward R. Murrow</p>
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		<title>the mind roams in heaven</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 16px">Sometimes the mind is still.<br />
There is no anxiety, and the heart is clear throughout.<br />
Then it is said that even though the body is in the human realm, the mind roams in heaven.  </span></p>
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		<title>Terrain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>There are different kinds of terrain in nature. Some terrain is easily accessible, some is entrapping, some temporizing, some constricted, some precipitous and some distant.What terrain is accessible? Ground that is easy for  both your troops and the enemy&#8217;s to move across is called  accessible terrain. If you enter the accessible region, you  should first take high and sunny positions and keep your  supply routes unimpeded. This is convenient for you to  fight with the enemy.</p>
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		<title>Winter beef stew</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I always like to make a beef stew during winter. Its a great solid warmer and the left-overs are great for lunch.</p>
<p><strong>Ingredients:</strong></p>
<p>500g chuck or topside beef<br />
tablespoon olive oil<br />
1/2 brown onion<br />
2 large carrots<br />
1/2 litre good stock<br />
3 large washed potatoes<br />
handful diced pumpkin<br />
400g Borlotti Beans<br />
cupful of cauliflower chopped.<br />
<strong>Recipe:</strong></p>
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		<title>small hut</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The white clouds<br />
On the mountain tops<br />
Poke halfway into this thatched hut<br />
I had thought too cramped<br />
Even for myself</p>
<p>- Koho Kennichi  (1241-1316)</p>
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		<title>Firefly Episode Guide</title>
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<p><strong>1. Serenity</strong><br />
After a flashback to Zoe&#8217;s and Mal&#8217;s days in the wars six years previous, we cut to the modern day where the Serenity crew is running a salvage operation on a deserted ship and are forced to flee with the cargo when the Alliance show up. Their buddy Badger refuses to buy the cargo so they head off to the rim worlds after picking up three passengers: Book, Simon, and Dobson. En route someone sends a signal to the Alliance and it turns out to be Dobson, an undercover Federal agent, who arrests Simon but is glad to take the whole crew in. He shoots Kaylee before being captured, and Simon forces Mal to flee in return for his doctoring services. When Mal investigates Simon&#8217;s cargo he finds a naked woman.<br />
The naked woman is Simon&#8217;s sister River, a government test subject he helped to escape. After ducking a dreaded reaver ship, Mal tries and cuts a deal with Patience, an old &#8220;friend&#8221; but suspects a trap. Patience tries an ambush but the team escapes just as the Reavers return and the Federal agent breaks loose. Mal shoots the agent dead and Wash manages to duck the Reavers. at the end Mal decides to take on all three of his remaining passengers full-time.</p>
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		<title>Julius Caesar &#8211;  Act 3, Scene 2,</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;<br />
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him;<br />
The evil that men do lives after them,<br />
The good is oft interréd with their bones,<br />
So let it be with Caesar…. The noble Brutus<br />
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:<br />
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,<br />
And grievously hath Caesar answered it….<br />
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,<br />
(For Brutus is an honourable man;<br />
So are they all; all honourable men)<br />
Come I to speak in Caesar&#8217;s funeral….<br />
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:<br />
But Brutus says he was ambitious;<br />
And Brutus is an honourable man….<br />
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,<br />
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:<br />
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?<br />
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:<br />
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:<br />
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;<br />
And Brutus is an honourable man.<br />
You all did see that on the Lupercal<br />
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,<br />
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?<br />
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;<br />
And, sure, he is an honourable man.<br />
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,<br />
But here I am to speak what I do know.<br />
You all did love him once, not without cause:<br />
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?<br />
O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,<br />
And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me;<br />
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,<br />
And I must pause till it come back to me.</p>
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		<title>God and the artist</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.  &#8211; Andre Gide</p>
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		<title>Macbeth Act IV, scene I (The witches)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><strong>First Witch</strong>: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew&#8217;d.</p>
<p><strong>Second Witch</strong>: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.</p>
<p><strong>Third Witch</strong>: Harpier cries &#8216;Tis time, &#8217;tis time.</p>
<p><strong>First Witch</strong>: Round about the cauldron go;<br />
In the poison&#8217;d entrails throw.<br />
Toad, that under cold stone<br />
Days and nights has thirty-one<br />
Swelter&#8217;d venom sleeping got,<br />
Boil thou first i&#8217; the charmed pot.</p>
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		<title>Brown Penny</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="chapter" id="part46">I WHISPERED, &#8220;I am too young,&#8221;<br />
And then, &#8220;I am old enough&#8221;;<br />
Wherefore I threw a penny<br />
To find out if I might love.</p>
<p>&#8220;Go and love, go and love, young man,<br />
If the lady be young and fair.&#8221;<br />
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,<br />
I am looped in the loops of her hair.</p></div>
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		<title>What two common words in the english language are the only one&#8217;s to have double u&#8217;s.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Vacuum and continuum</p>
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		<title>On the Night Train</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by?<br />
Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry;<br />
Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky?<br />
Have you heard the still voice calling &#8211; yet so warm, and yet so cold:<br />
&#8220;I&#8217;m the Mother-Bush that bore you! Come to me when you are old?&#8221;</p>
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		<title>no one is deluded</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>No one is absent and no one is ignorant.<br />
Originally, no one is deluded.<br />
- Bankei (1622-1693)</p>
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		<title>Newton&#8217;s inquiry</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I keep the subject of my inquiry constantly before me, and wait till the first dawning opens gradually, by little and little, into a full and clear light.&#8221;</p>
<p>- Isaac Newton</p>
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		<title>Anarchy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.&#8221;</p>
<p>- Edward Abbey</p>
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		<title>Act without mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>They act without mind,<br />
They respond with certainty.</p>
<p>- Hongzhi Zhengjue  (1091-1157)</p>
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		<title>not a word</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>After enlightenment one understands<br />
That the Six Classics<br />
Contain not even a word.<br />
- Wang Yang-ming  (1472-1529)</p>
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		<title>Devote yourself to sitting</title>
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<p>When you just sit,<br />
you are free from the five sense desires<br />
and the five hindrances.</p>
<p>- Dogen (1200-1253)</p>
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		<title>Fret about enlightenment</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Does one really have to fret<br />
About enlightenment?<br />
No matter what road I travel,<br />
I&#8217;m going home.</p>
<p>- Shinsho</p>
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		<title>The God Works in Circle</title>
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<p><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px">(on the occassion of Australia advancing in the World cup)<br />
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<p>a ball lover<br />
is our god<br />
a soccer player<br />
he is<br />
the whole universe<br />
his field<br />
the planets,<br />
the stars,<br />
our earth<br />
all shuttling<br />
through space<br />
like balls<br />
shove from<br />
one corner<br />
to the other</p>
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		<title>Faces In The Street</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone<br />
That want is here a stranger, and that misery&#8217;s unknown;<br />
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet<br />
My window-sill is level with the faces in the street<br />
Drifting past, drifting past,<br />
To the beat of weary feet<br />
While I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street.</p>
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		<title>Strange fits of passion have I known</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Strange fits of passion have I known:<br />
And I will dare to tell,<br />
But in the Lover&#8217;s ear alone,<br />
What once to me befell.</p>
<p>When she I loved looked every day<br />
Fresh as a rose in June,<br />
I to her cottage bent my way,<br />
Beneath an evening-moon.</p>
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		<title>Wise listeners</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><img width="1" vspace="1" height="1" border="0" src="http://www.dailyzen.com/images/dot.gif" />Wise listeners, the wisdom of enlightenment<br />
Is inherent in each of us.</p>
<p>We fail to recognize it because<br />
Of delusion of mind;</p>
<p>To know the essence of Mind<br />
Seek the teachings of the enlightened.</p>
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		<title>control the mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If the mind exists,<br />
It can be controlled,<br />
But it does not.<br />
Understand this truth by inquiry;<br />
Seek the real, the Self<br />
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<img width="1" hspace="55" height="1" src="http://www.dailyzen.com/images/dot.gif" /> 	<em><a class="artist">- Ramana Maharshi</a></em></p>
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		<title>Andy&#8217;s Gone With Cattle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/5980875/"><img width="240" height="180" alt="DSC01376 - Black soil" src="http://static.flickr.com/7/5980875_c8122b6119_m.jpg" /></a></p>
<p>Our Andy&#8217;s gone to battle now<br />
&#8216;Gainst Drought, the red marauder;<br />
Our Andy&#8217;s gone with cattle now<br />
Across the Queensland border.</p>
<p>He&#8217;s left us in dejection now;<br />
Our hearts with him are roving.<br />
It&#8217;s dull on this selection now,<br />
Since Andy went a-droving.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/06/10/andys-gone-with-cattle/" class="more-link">Read more on Andy&#8217;s Gone With Cattle&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/06/10/andys-gone-with-cattle/</link>
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		<title>Step in the river</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div style="float: left; margin-right: 10px"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/127171999/"><img width="240" height="160" alt="IMGP0990 - riley fishing" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/127171999_735992e9ba_m.jpg" /></a></div>
<p>No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it&#8217;s not the same river and he&#8217;s not the same man.</p>
<p>Heraclitus &#8211; (c.535 &#8211; 475 BC)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/06/06/step-in-the-river/</link>
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		<title>you in reality</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><img width="1" vspace="1" height="1" border="0" src="http://www.dailyzen.com/images/dot.gif" /><br />
Give up all questions except one: &#8220;Who am I?&#8221;</p>
<p>After all, the only fact you are sure of is that you are.</p>
<p>The &#8220;I am&#8221; is certain. The &#8220;I am this&#8221; is not.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/30/you-in-reality/" class="more-link">Read more on you in reality&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/30/you-in-reality/</link>
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		<title>Five Bells</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Time that is moved by little fidget wheels<br />
Is not my time, the flood that does not flow.<br />
Between the double and the single bell<br />
Of a ship&#8217;s hour, between a round of bells<br />
From the dark warship riding there below,<br />
I have lived many lives, and this one life<br />
Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/26/five-bells/" class="more-link">Read more on Five Bells&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/26/five-bells/</link>
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		<title>My Country by Dorothea Mackellar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The love of field and coppice<br />
Of green and shaded lanes<br />
Of ordered woods and gardens<br />
Is running through your veins<br />
Strong love of grey-blue distance<br />
Brown streams and soft dim skies<br />
I know, but cannot share it<br />
My love is otherwise</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/22/my-country-by-dorothea-mackellar/" class="more-link">Read more on My Country by Dorothea Mackellar&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/22/my-country-by-dorothea-mackellar/</link>
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		<title>The Ballad of East and West</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,<br />
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God&#8217;s great Judgment Seat;<br />
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,<br />
When two strong men stand face to face, tho&#8217; they come from the ends of the earth!</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/20/the-ballad-of-east-and-west/" class="more-link">Read more on The Ballad of East and West&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/20/the-ballad-of-east-and-west/</link>
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		<title>A Bush Christening &#8211; A.B. Paterson</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,<br />
And men of religion are scanty,<br />
On a road never cross&#8217;d &#8216;cept by folk that are lost,<br />
One Michael Magee had a shanty.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/20/a-bush-christening-ab-paterson/" class="more-link">Read more on A Bush Christening &#8211; A.B. Paterson&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/20/a-bush-christening-ab-paterson/</link>
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		<title>the great path</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div style="float: left; width: 190px; margin-right: 20px"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/6424365/"><img width="180" height="240" alt="DSC00537 - Lamington bush walk" src="http://static.flickr.com/6/6424365_1eae7df75b_m.jpg" /></a><br clear="left" />Bushwalking in Lamington National Park</div>
<p>The great path is clearly before your eyes,<br />
But the ignorant who are deluded<br />
And confused cannot recognize it.<br />
It is in one thought of the mind.<br />
So why search for it elsewhere?<br />
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<img width="1" hspace="55" height="1" src="http://www.dailyzen.com/images/dot.gif" /> 	<em><a class="artist">- Pao-chih</a></em></p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/18/the-great-path/" class="more-link">Read more on the great path&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/18/the-great-path/</link>
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		<title>Grant McLennan of the go-betweens dies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8941676/" title="Grant McLennan was one of the great Aussie songwriters"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/7/8941676_a2738e5b92_m.jpg" alt="Grant McLennan was one of the great Aussie songwriters" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8941676/">cane_fire_gordonvale</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/raeallen/">RaeA</a>.</p>
<p>Grant McLennan was one of the great Aussie songwriters. I went off to university in 1974, a 1600 km train trip down the Queensland coast, and made the same trip up and back each year. As a result his song <em>Cattle and Cane</em> rang particular bells.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/08/grant-mclennan-of-the-go-betweens-dies/" class="more-link">Read more on Grant McLennan of the go-betweens dies&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/05/08/grant-mclennan-of-the-go-betweens-dies/</link>
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		<title>Riding the Great Circle line</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Spent a large part of yesterday riding the Great Circle line anti-clockwise .. that is , on the 598</p>
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<div><a title="IMGP1068 - dome" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135306621/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1068 - dome" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/135306621_70d53f4f3f_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1069 - dome" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135306390/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1069 - dome" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/135306390_b8c8ab09da_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1072 - water lily" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135306125/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1072 - water lily" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/135306125_c5707b792f_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1076 - wagtail" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135306027/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1076 - wagtail" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/135306027_ec85f5c47e_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1078 - duck" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135305938/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1078 - duck" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/135305938_bcd657beb0_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="DSC04091 - sign" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135307739/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="DSC04091 - sign" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/135307739_b2171b82f0_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="DSC04095 - passenger" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135308484/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="DSC04095 - passenger" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/135308484_fcaf8a6542_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="DSC04099 - coffee" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135308453/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="DSC04099 - coffee" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/135308453_b5217dcc35_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="DSC04100 - 598" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135308198/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="DSC04100 - 598" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/135308198_cddaf8565a_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="DSC04103 - brisbane skyline" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135308145/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="DSC04103 - brisbane skyline" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/135308145_b1ba627ab6_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="DSC04107 - tsb - m1116" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135307954/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="DSC04107 - tsb - m1116" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/135307954_558ccc54f7_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1080 - tsb - b0180" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135307711/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1080 - tsb - b0180" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/135307711_40d59e83ba_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1092 - footbridge" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135307629/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1092 - footbridge" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/135307629_75fb3d2a8f_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1098 - floss silk tree bark" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135307330/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1098 - floss silk tree bark" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/135307330_a38553ad4f_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1101 - footbridge" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135307223/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1101 - footbridge" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/135307223_041e3de62a_s.jpg" /></a> <a title="IMGP1105 - planetarium" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135306774/in/set-72057594117474378/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP1105 - planetarium" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/135306774_00005838f8_s.jpg" /></a></div>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/04/27/riding-the-great-circle-line/</link>
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		<title>Meeting at the Pavilion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Caught up with some other photographers at the Pavillion in West End on Sunday</p>
<div style="float: left; margin-right: 3px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/133829138/"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/133829138_fa523ad12c_t.jpg" /></a></div>
<div style="float: left; margin-right: 3px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/133829139/"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/50/133829139_3ef7bc895f_t.jpg" /></a></div>
<div style="float: left; margin-right: 3px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/133829140/"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/133829140_b58b588643_t.jpg" /></a></div>
<div style="float: left; margin-right: 3px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/133829141/"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/133829141_29f069aab7_t.jpg" /></a></div>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/04/24/meeting-at-the-pavilion/</link>
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		<title>Declaration of Innocence Before the Gods of the Tribunal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I went to the Egyption exhibition at the Queensland Museum this week and this took my fancy.</p>
<blockquote><p>Hail Far-strider who came forth from Heliopolis, I have done no falsehood.</p>
<p>Hail Fire-embracer who came forth from Kheraha, I have not robbed.</p></blockquote>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/04/21/declaration-of-innocence-before-the-gods-of-the-tribunal/" class="more-link">Read more on Declaration of Innocence Before the Gods of the Tribunal&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/04/21/declaration-of-innocence-before-the-gods-of-the-tribunal/</link>
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		<title>ten days of rice</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>There are ten days of rice in my bag<br />
And, by the hearth, a bundle of firewood.<br />
Who prattles of illusion or nirvana?<br />
<a class="artist">- Ryokan  (1757-1831)</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2006/04/19/ten-days-of-rice/</link>
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		<title>Morning at the Farmers markets</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Spent yesterday morning with the Brisbane Flickr group at the Farmers Markets at the Powerhouse in New Farm.</p>
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<div style="margin: 3px; padding: 0px 3px 3px 0px; display: block; float: left; width: 85px"><a title="IMGP0809 watermelon" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/110793251/in/set-72057594079552465/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP0809 watermelon" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/110793251_e569dccc6f_s.jpg" /></a></div>
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<div style="margin: 3px; padding: 0px 3px 3px 0px; display: block; float: left; width: 85px"><a title="IMGP0815 - german sausage" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/110793552/in/set-72057594079552465/"><img width="75" height="75" alt="IMGP0815 - german sausage" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/110793552_7f22bd7cda_s.jpg" /></a></div>
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		<title>Deep Space Nine &#8211; Season 7</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>DEEP SPACE NINE<br />
Season 7:October 3, 1998 &#8211; May 31, 1999</p>
<p>151. Images in the Sand<br />
Three months after a possessed Gul Dukat killed Jadzia Dax and sealed the wormhole, life on Deep Space Nine has changed. Kira, the acting commander, is upset when Admiral Ross informs her that the Romulans will set up a station office, while Sisko has retreated to Earth to contemplate a way of contacting the Bajoran Prophets<br />
the aliens who reside within the wormhole. When the vision of a woman&#8217;s face, buried in the sand, appears to Sisko, he sketches her, and Jake recognizes her from one of his grandfather&#8217;s photos.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/02/21/deep-space-nine-season-7/" class="more-link">Read more on Deep Space Nine &#8211; Season 7&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>The great path</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The great path is clearly before your eyes,<br />
But the ignorant who are deluded<br />
And confused cannot recognize it.<br />
It is in one thought of the mind.<br />
So why search for it elsewhere?</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2006/01/30/the-great-path-2/" class="more-link">Read more on The great path&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Apple and Walnut Muffins</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Ingredients:</p>
<p>2 apples, peeled (I prefer Granny Smiths)<br />
1 cup caster sugar<br />
1 1/2 cups self-raising flour<br />
1 teaspoon allspice<br />
1 teaspoon cinnamon<br />
1 cup chopped walnuts<br />
1 egg<br />
125g. canola spread (soft)<br />
1 tablespoon olive oil</p>
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		<title>Coconut kisses</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/45745579/"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/45745579_9f6ef6ef80_m.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/45745579/">DSC03461 &#8211; coconut kisses</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/raeallen/">RaeA</a>.</p>
<p>Ingredients:</p>
<ul>
<li>2 cups of dessicated coconut</li>
<li>200ml sweetened condensed milk</li>
<li>1/2 teaspoon vanilla essence</li>
<li>1/2 teaspoon almond essence</li>
</ul>
<p>Method:</p>
<ol>
<li>Mix all ingredients in a large mixing bowl</li>
</ol>
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		<title>Corinne Maier&#8217;s manifesto</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>No. 1<br />
You are a modern day slave. There is no scope for personal fulfilment. You work for your pay-check at the end of the month, full stop.</p>
<p>No. 2<br />
It&#8217;s pointless to try to change the system. Opposing it simply makes it stronger.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/08/22/corinne-maiers-manifesto/" class="more-link">Read more on Corinne Maier&#8217;s manifesto&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>History of &#8220;The Backyard&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>History of the Backyard</p>
<p><div id="attachment_746" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2000/08/backyard-poster.jpg"><img src="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2000/08/backyard-poster-300x204.jpg" alt="backyard poster" title="backyard-poster" width="300" height="204" class="size-medium wp-image-746" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Poster from launch of Backyard in 1999</p></div>The Backyard story is one of people, place and communication.</p>
<p>It began in the mid to late 90s when Local Radio staff started dabbling with emerging technology. At that time it was a cottage industry and most of the dabblers learnt web production in their own time and in their own way.<br />
<span id="more-744"></span><br />
Recipes to burn</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/08/18/history-of-the-backyard/" class="more-link">Read more on History of &#8220;The Backyard&#8221;&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>The shearer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a title="Traditional Aussie song" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/34928494/"><img alt="Traditional Aussie song" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/34928494_d6713ed508_m.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/34928494/">DSC03331 &#8211; shearer</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/raeallen/">RaeA</a>.</p>
<p>Traditional Aussie song</p>
<p>Click Go The Shears</p>
<p>Out on the board<br />
The old shearer stands,<br />
Grasping his shears<br />
In his thin bony hands;<br />
Fixed is his gaze on<br />
A bare-bellied yoe,<br />
Glory if he gets her,<br />
Won&#8217;t he make the ringer go.</p>
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		<title>Savoury muffins</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>These muffins are great for breakfast or a light dinner. The kids can also take them for lunch. You don&#8217;t need all the ingredients and can change the mix using things like sweet corn, sun-dried tomates, bacon etc.</p>
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		<title>Tunnel of Love</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a title="Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that i chooseSing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattooAnd I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slamAnd I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I amIn a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the lightshe had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the nighti put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it rolli had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my          soul     and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above     and i'm just high on the world     come on and take a low ride with me girl     on the tunnel of loveit's just the danger when you're riding at your own riskshe said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like thisit's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and sayhey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play     and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above     and i'm just high on the world     come on and take a low ride with me girl     on the tunnel of lovewell it's been money for muscle another whirligigmoney for muscle and another girl i diganother hustle just to make it bigand rockaway rockawayand girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always didlike the spanish city to me when we were kidsoh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always didlike the spanish city to me when we were kidsshe took off a silver locket she said remember me by thisshe put her hand in my pocket i got a keepsake and a kissand in the roar of the dust and diesel i stood and watched her walk awayi could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me          stay     and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above     and i'm just high on the world     come on and take a low ride with me girl     on the tunnel of loveand now i'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcadessearching everywhere from steeplechase to palisadesin any shooting gallery where promises are madeto rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockawayand girl it looks so pretty to me like it always didlike the spanish city to me when we were kidsgirl it looks so pretty to me like it always didlike the spanish city to me when we were kids- Dire Straits" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/31078457/"><img alt="Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that i chooseSing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattooAnd I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slamAnd I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I amIn a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the lightshe had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the nighti put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it rolli had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my          soul     and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above     and i'm just high on the world     come on and take a low ride with me girl     on the tunnel of loveit's just the danger when you're riding at your own riskshe said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like thisit's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and sayhey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play     and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above     and i'm just high on the world     come on and take a low ride with me girl     on the tunnel of lovewell it's been money for muscle another whirligigmoney for muscle and another girl i diganother hustle just to make it bigand rockaway rockawayand girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always didlike the spanish city to me when we were kidsoh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always didlike the spanish city to me when we were kidsshe took off a silver locket she said remember me by thisshe put her hand in my pocket i got a keepsake and a kissand in the roar of the dust and diesel i stood and watched her walk awayi could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me          stay     and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above     and i'm just high on the world     come on and take a low ride with me girl     on the tunnel of loveand now i'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcadessearching everywhere from steeplechase to palisadesin any shooting gallery where promises are madeto rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockawayand girl it looks so pretty to me like it always didlike the spanish city to me when we were kidsgirl it looks so pretty to me like it always didlike the spanish city to me when we were kids- Dire Straits" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/31078457_7ed2c867d3_m.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/31078457/">DSC03180 &#8211; tunnel</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/raeallen/">RaeA</a>.</p>
<p>Getting crazy on the waltzers but it&#8217;s the life that i choose<br />
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo<br />
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam<br />
And I don&#8217;t know where I&#8217;ll be tonight but I&#8217;d always tell you where I am</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/08/04/tunnel-of-love/" class="more-link">Read more on Tunnel of Love&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Cherry Bomb</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Well I lived on the outskirts of town<br />
In an eight room farmhouse, baby<br />
When my brothers and friends were around<br />
There was always somethin´ doin´<br />
had me a couple of real nice girlfriends<br />
Stopped by to see me every once in a while<br />
When I think back about those days<br />
All I can do is sit and smile</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/08/03/cherry-bomb/" class="more-link">Read more on Cherry Bomb&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Blue Skies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a title="I couldn't believe how blue the sky was today so took a photo of the whirlygig on my roof against it" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/30088342/"><img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/30088342_e9f89b68fe_m.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/30088342/">Whirlygig</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/raeallen/">RaeA</a>.</p>
<p>I was blue, just as blue as I could be<br />
Ev&#8217;ry day was a cloudy day for me<br />
Then good luck came a-knocking at my door<br />
Skies were gray but they&#8217;re not gray anymore</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/08/02/blue-skies/" class="more-link">Read more on Blue Skies&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Downtown Train</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Outside another yellow moon<br />
Has punched a hole in the nighttime, yes<br />
I climb through the window and down to the street<br />
And I&#8217;m shining like a new dime<br />
The downtown trains are full with all of those Brooklyn girls<br />
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/29/downtown-train/" class="more-link">Read more on Downtown Train&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Dead Man Walking blues</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>There&#8217;s a dead man walking<br />
And he&#8217;s wearing my shoes<br />
Dead man walking<br />
And he&#8217;s playing the blues.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s a dead man walking<br />
And he&#8217;s wearing my shirt<br />
Dead man walking<br />
And he&#8217;s feeling my hurt.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/29/dead-man-walking-blues/" class="more-link">Read more on Dead Man Walking blues&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Train songs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve always enjoyed train songs, probably because I&#8217;ve always enjoyed trains and the best train songs have that rolling train travelling feel to them.</p>
<p>My favourite train songs are in no particular order:</p>
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		<title>Folsom Prison Blues</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Well I hear that train a comin&#8217;<br />
It&#8217;s rollin&#8217; around the bend<br />
I ain&#8217;t seen the sunshine<br />
Since I don&#8217;t know when<br />
Well I&#8217;m stuck in Folsom Prison<br />
And time keeps draggin&#8217; on<br />
That train keeps rollin&#8217;<br />
On down to San Antone</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/29/folsom-prison-blues/" class="more-link">Read more on Folsom Prison Blues&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Scones</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/28965178/"><img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/28965178_27528848dc_m.jpg" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/28965178/">DSC03137- scones</a><br />
Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/raeallen/">RaeA</a>.</p>
<p>Ingredients:</p>
<ul>
<li>3 cups self-raising flour</li>
<li>45 grams butter</li>
<li>1 teaspoon salt</li>
<li>1 cup full-cream milk</li>
</ul>
<p>Method:</p>
<ol>
<li>Put the self-raising flour and the salt in a bowl.</li>
</ol>
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		<title>Fairytale of New York</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>It was Christmas Eve babe<br />
In the drunk tank<br />
An old man said to me, won&#8217;t see another one<br />
And then he sang a song<br />
The Rare Old Mountain Dew<br />
I turned my face away<br />
And dreamed about you</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/26/fairytale-of-new-york/" class="more-link">Read more on Fairytale of New York&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8508638/"><img border="0" alt="Subaru in the snow" src="http://photos8.flickr.com/8508638_b71aaa04ca_m.jpg" /></a><br />
Whose woods these are I think I know.<br />
His house is in the village, though;<br />
He will not see me stopping here<br />
To watch his woods fill up with snow.<br />
My little horse must think it queer<br />
To stop without a farmhouse near<br />
Between the woods and frozen lake<br />
The darkest evening of the year.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/25/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening/" class="more-link">Read more on Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Love Me Tender</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Love me tender love me sweet<br />
Never let me go<br />
You have made my life complete<br />
And I love you so</p>
<p>Love me tender love me true<br />
All my dreams fulfilled<br />
For my darlin&#8217; I love you<br />
And I always will</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/24/love-me-tender/" class="more-link">Read more on Love Me Tender&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>The Road Less Travelled</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/15878491/"><img width="240" height="180" alt="DSC02653 - leaving tenterfield - autumn" src="http://photos11.flickr.com/15878491_43ef358009_m.jpg" /></a><br />
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br />
And sorry I could not travel both<br />
And be one traveler, long I stood<br />
And looked down one as far as I could<br />
To where it bent in the undergrowth;</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/24/the-road-less-travelled/" class="more-link">Read more on The Road Less Travelled&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Daffodils</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I wander&#8217;d lonely as a cloud<br />
That floats on high o&#8217;er vales and hills,<br />
When all at once I saw a crowd,<br />
A host, of golden daffodils;<br />
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,<br />
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/21/daffodils/" class="more-link">Read more on Daffodils&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Animal Song</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8945473/"><img border="0" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/8945473_3787bb68a8_m.jpg" /></a><br />
When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head<br />
A television freak show cops and robbers everywhere<br />
Subway makes me nervous people pushing me too far<br />
I&#8217;ve got to break away<br />
So take my hand now</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2005/07/20/animal-song/" class="more-link">Read more on Animal Song&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>One more Cup of Coffee for the Road</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/135308453/"><img width="240" height="180" alt="DSC04099 - coffee" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/135308453_b5217dcc35_m.jpg" /></a></p>
<p>Your breath is sweet<br />
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.<br />
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth<br />
On the pillow where you lie.<br />
But I don&#8217;t sense affection<br />
No gratitude or love<br />
Your loyalty is not to me<br />
But to the stars above.</p>
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		<title>People Get Ready</title>
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People get ready<br />
There&#8217;s a train a commin&#8217;<br />
You don&#8217;t need no baggage<br />
You just get on board<br />
All You need is faith<br />
To hear the diesels hummin&#8217;<br />
You don&#8217;t need no ticket<br />
You just thank the lord</p>
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		<title>Kubla Khan</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In Xanadu did Kubla Khan<br />
A stately pleasure-dome decree:<br />
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran<br />
Through caverns measureless to man<br />
Down to a sunless sea.</p>
<p>So twice five miles of fertile ground<br />
With walls and towers were girdled round:<br />
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,<br />
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;<br />
And here were forests ancient as the hills,<br />
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.</p>
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		<title>Rae&#8217;s Anzac biscuits</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I like to make my biscuits chewy on the inside and crisp on the outside. Unlike many recipes I hate the bother of bicarb so use self-raising flour.</p>
<p><strong>Ingredients:</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>1 cup self-raising flour</li>
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		<title>Spanish Is The Loving Tongue</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Spanish is the loving tongue<br />
Soft as music, light as spring<br />
T&#8217;was a girl I learned it from<br />
Living down Sonora way<br />
Well, I don&#8217;t look much like a lover<br />
Still I say her love words over<br />
Mostly when I&#8217;m all alone<br />
&#8220;Mi amor, mi corazon&#8221;.</p>
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		<title>What the weather lights mean</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The building currently known as the Hitachi Building in central Brisbane has a tower on top of it that has two sets of lights which describe the weather</p>
<p>What the lights mean</p>
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		<title>Lochinvar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,<br />
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;<br />
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none.<br />
He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone.<br />
So faithful in love and so dauntless in war.<br />
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.</p>
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		<title>A Bush Christening</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few,<br />
And men of religion are scanty,<br />
On a road never cross&#8217;d &#8216;cept by folk that are lost,<br />
One Michael Magee had a shanty.</p>
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		<title>Clancy of the Overflow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better<br />
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,<br />
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,<br />
Just &#8220;on spec&#8221;, addressed as follows: &#8220;Clancy, of The Overflow&#8221;.</p>
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		<title>Ozymandias</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>CCXLVI. Ozymandias of Egypt</p>
<p>I Met a traveller from an antique land<br />
Who said:<br />
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone<br />
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,<br />
Half sunk, a shatter&#8217;d visage lies, whose frown<br />
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command<br />
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<br />
Which yet survive, stamp&#8217;d on these lifeless things,<br />
The hand that mock&#8217;d them and the heart that fed.<br />
And on the pedestal these words appear:<br />
&#8220;My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:<br />
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!&#8221;<br />
Nothing beside remains: round the decay<br />
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,<br />
The lone and level sands stretch far away.</p>
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		<title>The Rime of the Ancient Mariner</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>IN SEVEN PARTS<br />
ARGUMENT<br />
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole ; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean ; and of the strange things that befell ; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.<br />
PART I<br />
An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding-feast, and detaineth one.<br />
It is an ancient Mariner,<br />
And he stoppeth one of three.<br />
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,<br />
Now wherefore stopp&#8217;st thou me ?</p>
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		<title>Home Is the Sailor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Home is the sailor, home from sea:<br />
Her far-borne canvas furled<br />
The ship pours shining on the quay<br />
The plunder of the world.</p>
<p>Home is the hunter from the hill:<br />
Fast in the boundless snare<br />
All flesh lies taken at his will<br />
And every fowl of air.</p>
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		<title>Elegy Written in a Country Church-yard</title>
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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,<br />
The lowing herd winds slowly o&#8217;er the lea,<br />
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,<br />
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.</p>
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		<title>Beach Burial</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs<br />
The convoys of dead sailors come;<br />
At night they sway and wander in the waters far under,<br />
But morning rolls them in the foam.</p>
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		<title>verbal excercise</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>It is a great misfortune for those<br />
Engaged in learning to take the<br />
Sayings of the sages as mere<br />
Verbal exercises.</p>
<p>- Xue Xuan (1389-1464)</p>
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		<title>subtle sound</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Awakened to this subtle sound.<br />
The nature of body and mind<br />
Is wonderful;<br />
Their functions<br />
Need not be altered.</p>
<p>- Master Fu (497-569)</p>
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		<title>see your nature</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/7523761/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/8/7523761_de0440d46a_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="DSC01966 - side path" border="0" align="right" hspace="15px" /></a>And this nature is the mind.<br />
And the mind is the buddha.<br />
And the buddha is the path.<br />
And the path is zen.<br />
But the word zen is one that remains a puzzle to both mortals an sages.<br />
Seeing your nature is zen.<br />
Unless you see your nature, it’s not zen.</p>
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		<title>Snowy Morning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In field nor mountain,<br />
Nothing stirs<br />
On this snowy morning.</p>
<p>- Chiyo-Ni (1701-1775)</p>
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		<title>cold clouds</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Cold clouds bringing rain<br />
Into the crannies of the mountains:<br />
Everyone was born with the same sort of eyes –<br />
Why do mine keep seeing things as Zen koans?</p>
<p>- Dogen</p>
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		<title>Speak not your every thought</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>With one who does not<br />
Speak his every thought<br />
I spend a pleasant evening.</p>
<p>- Hyakuchi (1748-1836)</p>
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		<title>falling leaves</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Oh leaves,<br />
Ask the wind which of you<br />
Will be the first to fall.</p>
<p>- Soseki (1867-1916)</p>
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		<title>Muddy girl</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Tanzan and Ekido were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling. </p>
<p>Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. </p>
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		<title>No-one passes by</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>No one passes by<br />
The only ones who visit<br />
Are the drifting clouds. </p>
<p>- Han-shan Te-ch’ing (1546-1623)</p>
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		<title>Release the mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If you cling to emptiness and linger<br />
In quiescence, you will bob and sink</p>
<p>Therefore the wise release the mind<br />
To be independent and free. </p>
<p> &#8211; Fu Shan-hui (487-659)</p>
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		<title>Light as a Feather</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Death is light as a feather<br />
Duty as heavy as a mountain<br />
- Robert Jordan (The Wheel of Time)</p>
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		<title>Know your real self</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>When you look for it,<br />
You become further from it;<br />
When you seek it<br />
You turn away from it all the more. </p>
<p>- Linji (d. 867)</p>
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		<title>Gaze at the moon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Many paths lead from<br />
The foot of the mountain,<br />
But at the peak<br />
We all gaze at the<br />
Single bright moon.</p>
<p>- Ikkyu (1394-1481)</p>
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		<title>Mysterious Power</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Producing without possessing,<br />
Doing without presuming,<br />
Growing without domineering:<br />
This is called mysterious power.</p>
<p>- Tao-te Ching</p>
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		<title>Recluse</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>People will learn of this spot;<br />
We’ll see you moving<br />
Higher on the mountain.</p>
<p>- Chia Tao (779-843)</p>
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		<title>The Way of the Sword</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>For the Way of the sword is<br />
folded two;<br />
Like the rose we have thorns,<br />
and like the rose, we unfold.</p>
<p>- Ji Aoi Isshi</p>
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		<title>New Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The sun rises; the sun sets.<br />
Watch it and see.<br />
River and moon<br />
Pine trees and wind,<br />
All old poems to me.<br />
Who needs words for the New Year!</p>
<p>- Tao Kai</p>
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		<title>Year end</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I have no idea where the<br />
Months have gone<br />
Every time I turn around<br />
Another year on earth is over.</p>
<p>- Han-shan Te-ch’ing (1546-1623)</p>
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		<title>deliberation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Right at the moment of dropping off,<br />
Deliberation and discussion<br />
Are one thousand or<br />
Ten thousand miles away.</p>
<p>- Hongzhi (1091-1157)</p>
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		<title>lotus floating</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Not much to offer you,<br />
Just a lotus flower floating<br />
In a small jar of water.</p>
<p>- Ryokan (1758-1831)</p>
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		<title>Sounds of Snow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If only I could share it:<br />
The soft sound of snow<br />
Falling late at night<br />
From the trees</p>
<p>- Hakuin (1686-1768)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2003/09/20/sounds-of-snow/</link>
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		<title>No one on the mountain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>There seems to be no one on the empty mountain,<br />
And yet I think I hear a voice,</p>
<p> &#8211; Wang Wei</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2003/08/13/no-one-on-the-mountain/</link>
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		<title>Illumined within</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The moment we are illumined within<br />
We bypass all barriers.</p>
<p>- Seng-ts-an (d.606)</p>
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		<title>surprise</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Don’t be surprised,<br />
Don’t be startled;<br />
All things will arrange themselves.</p>
<p>- Huai-nan-tzu</p>
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		<title>Grasp the void</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The first thing is not to grasp<br />
The void.<br />
If you sit in meditation<br />
With an empty mind,<br />
You will grasp the<br />
Unrecordable voidness.</p>
<p>- Altar Sutra</p>
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		<title>Grow Old</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>It’s good to grow old content.<br />
Cold and heat change my appearance;<br />
The pearl of my mind stays safe</p>
<p>- Han-shan</p>
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		<title>Sit serenely</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The practice of true reality<br />
Is simply to sit serenely<br />
In silent introspection. </p>
<p> &#8211; Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091–1157)</p>
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		<title>Forget the words</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Inside each sunset.<br />
Trying to talk about it,<br />
I have forgotten the words. </p>
<p>- Tao Yuan Ming (365–427)</p>
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		<title>a new year looms</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Another year about to end<br />
In my empty mountain abode;<br />
Rivers and clouds,<br />
Their trails indistinct;<br />
Pines and cedars,<br />
Their natures the same.<br />
I arise from my nap<br />
To find the taro roots done;<br />
As the incense fades out,<br />
I finish a scripture.<br />
Who knows that real pleasure<br />
Lies within stillness and silence? &#8221;<br />
- Wen-siang (1210-1280)</p>
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		<title>meditation and wisdom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Never under any<br />
Circumstances say that<br />
Meditation and wisdom<br />
Are different;<br />
They are one unity,<br />
Not two things.</p>
<p>- Hui-neng (638-713)</p>
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		<title>bamboo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I like bamboo as the symbol<br />
of constancy and simplicity.<br />
I built my house deep within a grove.<br />
Strike the bamboo<br />
with a piece of brick.<br />
Perhaps the sound could<br />
awaken a passing Zen monk</p>
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		<title>wandering mystic</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>White clouds flying<br />
Mists melt black mountains<br />
And this wandering mystic’s<br />
Wandered astray.</p>
<p>- Yun-K’an Tzu</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/12/17/wandering-mystic/</link>
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		<title>Rest youself in oneness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Do not pursue the outer conditions<br />
nor dwell in the inner void.</p>
<p>Rest yourself in oneness with things<br />
and all barriers will disappear </p>
<p> &#8211; Seng Ts’an</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/11/18/rest-youself-in-oneness/</link>
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		<title>concentration</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>cultivate the path of concentration</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/11/12/23221/</link>
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		<title>Dragons</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Keep your karma in good working order;<br />
many dragons lie in wait. </p>
<p>Wang Wei (701-761)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/11/11/dragons/</link>
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		<title>Liberation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>the truth in untruth,<br />
the light in darkness,<br />
the life in death.<br />
This is real liberation. </p>
<p>- Nityananda</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/11/04/liberation/</link>
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		<title>lightning flash</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In the space of a lightning flash,<br />
the world is built and established.</p>
<p>- Su Shih (1073)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/10/28/lightning-flash/</link>
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		<title>unborn</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>All<br />
things are perfectly resolved in the<br />
Unborn. </p>
<p>- Bankei (1622-1693)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/10/28/unborn/</link>
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		<title>dead trees</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>“Enlightenment” and “Nirvana”?<br />
They are dead trees<br />
to fasten a donkey to.</p>
<p>What can these things<br />
have to do with you<br />
becoming free? </p>
<p>- Te-shan (780-865)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/10/22/dead-trees/</link>
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		<title>cleansing stream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Do you know how to let the<br />
mountain stream cleanse your mind?</p>
<p>Every thought is pulled out along the smooth,<br />
polished stones, disappearing<br />
downstream in the frothy current.</p>
<p>The mind keeps on making more thoughts<br />
until it sees that they are<br />
all being carried away downstream;<br />
until it realizes that they<br />
are all vanishing,<br />
dissolving into an unseen point.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2002/10/17/cleansing-stream/" class="more-link">Read more on cleansing stream&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Morning Sun</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>How elegant is the morning sun<br />
Shining on the rafters and eaves.</p>
<p>- Ni Tsan (1301-1374)</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/09/18/morning-sun/</link>
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		<title>Clear Mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Green waters and verdant mountains<br />
are the places to walk in meditation;<br />
by the streams or under the trees<br />
are places to clear the mind. </p>
<p>- Keizan Jokin</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/09/16/clear-mind/</link>
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		<title>Think Not</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Though I think not<br />
To think about it,<br />
I do think about it<br />
And shed tears<br />
Thinking about it.</p>
<p>- Ryokan (1758-1831)</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/09/15/think-not/</link>
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		<title>weak as water</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>There is nothing in the world<br />
So weak as water,<br />
Nor anything strong enough<br />
To overcome it.<br />
The person of great wisdom<br />
Is like water which,<br />
Though benefiting all things,<br />
Never strives. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2002/09/13/weak-as-water/" class="more-link">Read more on weak as water&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/09/13/weak-as-water/</link>
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		<title>Sit up</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I lie at peace in moonlight.<br />
Or, hearing water plashing on the rock,<br />
Sit up.</p>
<p>- Ryushu Shutaku (1308–1388)</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/08/23/19806/</link>
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		<title>Empty truth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The substance of a sage<br />
Is nameless and cannot be spoken of;<br />
The empty door of truth as it really is<br />
Cannot be tarried in. </p>
<p> &#8211; Pai-chang (720–814)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/08/23/empty-truth/</link>
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		<title>white clouds</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Who can break from the snares of the world<br />
And sit with me among the white clouds?</p>
<p>- Han-shan</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/08/21/20107/</link>
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		<title>Solitary Crane</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>shall climb up the magnificent mountain peak,<br />
To await the arrival of a solitary crane. </p>
<p>- Shide (8th century)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/08/12/solitary-crane/</link>
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		<title>My mind is motionless</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>With the moon emerged,<br />
My mind is motionless.<br />
Sitting on this frosty seat,<br />
No further dream of fame.<br />
The forest, the mountain<br />
Follow their ancient ways,<br />
And through the long spring day,<br />
Not even a shadow of a bird.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2002/08/08/20303/" class="more-link">Read more on My mind is motionless&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Doubt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If your ears see,<br />
And eyes hear,<br />
Not a doubt you’ll cherish</p>
<p>- Daito Kokushi</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/08/05/doubt/</link>
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		<title>Gray Hair, Red Flowers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Someday our hair will turn gray,<br />
Yet the flowers will be this red each year;</p>
<p>- Fa Yen (885–958)</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/08/05/gray-hair-red-flowers/</link>
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		<title>Breeze</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>One and the same breeze passes<br />
Over the pines on the mountain<br />
And the oak trees in the valley;<br />
Why do they give different notes? </p>
<p>- Shinkage-ryu</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/06/05/breeze/</link>
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		<title>Garments of dew</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>My robe has become a garment of dew.<br />
Unable to sleep I<br />
Walk out into the woods<br />
Suddenly, above the highest peak,<br />
The full moon appears. </p>
<p>- Ryokan (1758-1831)</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/05/02/garments-of-dew/</link>
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		<title>Certificate IV in Workplace Assessment and Training</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In 2002 I studied for my Certificate IV in workplace assessment and training, gaining the certificate in April that year.</p>
<p><span id="more-909"></span></p>
<div id="attachment_911" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 228px"><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/certIV1.jpg"><img src="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/certIV1-218x300.jpg" alt="Certificate IV" title="certIV" width="218" height="300" class="size-medium wp-image-911" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Certificate IV</p></div>
<div id="attachment_912" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 226px"><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/results-certIV.jpg"><img src="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/results-certIV-216x300.jpg" alt="Results card for cert IV" title="results-certIV" width="216" height="300" class="size-medium wp-image-912" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Results card for cert IV</p></div>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2002/04/17/certificate-iv-in-workplace-assessment-and-training/" class="more-link">Read more on Certificate IV in Workplace Assessment and Training&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/04/17/certificate-iv-in-workplace-assessment-and-training/</link>
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		<title>Tiger claws</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Into a person,<br />
Absolutely free<br />
From thoughts and emotions,<br />
Even the tiger finds no room<br />
To insert its fierce claws. </p>
<p>- Shinkage</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/04/15/tiger-claws/</link>
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		<title>Birth and death</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The buddha way is, basically, leaping clear of the many and the one; thus there are birth and death, delusion and realization, sentient beings and buddhas.</p>
<p>Yet in attachment blossoms fall, and in aversion weeds spread.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2002/04/15/birth-and-death/" class="more-link">Read more on Birth and death&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/04/15/birth-and-death/</link>
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		<title>Fear</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If fear is banished,<br />
Where does it go?</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/03/09/fear/</link>
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		<title>Still Place</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In this still place<br />
I follow my nature,<br />
Be what it may.</p>
<p>-Reizan</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/02/27/still-place/</link>
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		<title>Clear thoughts</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>With thoughts clear,<br />
Sitting silently,<br />
Wander into the center<br />
Of the circle of wonder.</p>
<p>- Hongzhi Zhengjue</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/01/12/clear-thoughts/</link>
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		<title>Sleep</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>What does it matter,<br />
The new year, the old year?<br />
I stretch out my legs<br />
And all alone have a<br />
Quiet sleep.</p>
<p>- Bankei</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/01/11/sleep/</link>
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		<title>Now</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Now<br />
it&#8217;s all you have</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/01/09/now/</link>
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		<title>Difficult Tasks</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Undertake difficult tasks<br />
by approaching what is easy in them;<br />
Do great deeds<br />
by focusing on their minute aspects.<br />
All difficulties under heaven arise from what is easy,<br />
All great things under heaven arise from what is<br />
minute.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2002/01/07/difficult-tasks/" class="more-link">Read more on Difficult Tasks&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/01/07/difficult-tasks/</link>
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		<title>The Essential Mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Day and night,<br />
Everything is wonderful.<br />
Nothing you encounter confuses you.<br />
These are the essentials of mind.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/01/03/the-essential-mind/</link>
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		<title>New Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/01/02/new-year/</link>
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		<title>Flowers in the sky</title>
		<description><![CDATA[]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2002/01/01/flowers-in-the-sky/</link>
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		<title>Going Back</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;How does an enligthtened one return to the ordinary world?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;A broken mirror never reflects again; fallen flowers never go back to the old branches.&#8221; </p>
<p>I often wonder if this is the zen equivalent of &#8220;you can never go back&#8221;</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/12/14/going-back/" class="more-link">Read more on Going Back&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/12/14/going-back/</link>
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		<title>The Moon in Heaven</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The water flows,<br />
but back into the ocean;<br />
The moon sinks,<br />
but is even in Heaven.</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/11/21/the-moon-in-heaven/</link>
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		<title>Attachment and aversion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In attachment blossoms fall,<br />
and in aversion weeds spread.</p>
<p>- Genjo Koan</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/10/22/attachment-and-aversion/</link>
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		<title>Old Year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Closed out the old year<br />
And held a dream of spring behind<br />
My shut eyes…til now<br />
This morning I opened them to see<br />
It’s really come into the world. </p>
<p>- Saigyo (1118 – 1190)</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/10/10/old-year/" class="more-link">Read more on Old Year&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/10/10/old-year/</link>
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		<title>Myriad things</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>To carry yourself forward and experience myriad things is delusion.<br />
That myriad things come forth and experience themselves is awakening.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/10/06/myriad-things/</link>
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		<title>close your eyes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>It is only when you are able to fully close your eyes,<br />
that you will see the world as it is</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/28/close-your-eyes-2/</link>
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		<title>Tea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Student:`In phenomena, what is true?&#8217;<br />
Master: `The very phenomena are themselves truth.&#8217;<br />
Student: `Then how should it be revealed?&#8217;<br />
The master lifted the tea tray.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/26/tea/</link>
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		<title>Tears</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Though I think not<br />
To think about it,<br />
I do think about it<br />
And shed tears<br />
Thinking about it.</p>
<p>- Ryokan (1758-1831)</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/24/tears/</link>
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		<title>Live in work</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Live in love<br />
And do your work;<br />
Make amends of your sorrows;<br />
For just as the jasmine<br />
Releases and lets fall<br />
Its withered flowers,<br />
Let fall willfulness and hatred.</p>
<p>- The Dharmapada</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/22/live-in-work/" class="more-link">Read more on Live in work&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/22/live-in-work/</link>
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		<title>The Journey</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Do not feel overwhelmed by the length of this journey.<br />
All you ever need do is focus on one thing,<br />
what you are doing. </p>
<p>Stay on the path,<br />
put one foot in front of the other<br />
- that is all.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/21/the-journey/" class="more-link">Read more on The Journey&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/21/the-journey/</link>
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		<title>The Moon Emerging</title>
		<description><![CDATA[]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/14/the-moon-emerging/</link>
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		<title>River</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>You never step in the same river twice.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/09/07/river/</link>
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		<title>Beginner Mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>so the most difficult thing<br />
is always to keep<br />
your beginner&#8217;s mind&#8230;.</p>
<p>If you start to practice zazen,<br />
you will begin to appreciate<br />
your beginner&#8217;s mind.</p>
<p>It is the secret</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/08/24/beginner-mind/</link>
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		<title>Where can dust fall?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Neither is there Bodhi-tree,<br />
Nor yet a mirror bright;<br />
Since in reality all is void,<br />
Whereon can the dust fall?  </p>
<p>- Hui Neng (638-713)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/08/17/where-can-dust-fall/</link>
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		<title>The Search for the Bull</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In the pasture of the world,<br />
I endlessly push aside the tall<br />
Grasses in search of the bull.<br />
Following unnamed rivers,<br />
Lost upon the interpenetrating<br />
Paths of distant mountains,<br />
My strength failing<br />
And my vitality exhausted,<br />
I cannot find the bull.<br />
I only hear locusts chirring<br />
Through the forest at night. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/08/10/the-search-for-the-bull/" class="more-link">Read more on The Search for the Bull&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Staff and Sandals</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Now cold, now warm;<br />
Staff and sandals<br />
Sometimes home,<br />
Sometimes out. </p>
<p>- Chugan Engetsu</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/08/03/staff-and-sandals/</link>
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		<title>Gibbon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>A lone gibbon howls on the ridge.<br />
What else do I cherish? </p>
<p>- Cold Mountain</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/08/02/gibbon/</link>
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		<title>Rivers at last.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/08/02/rivers-at-last/</link>
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		<title>Travel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes it&#8217;s a little better to travel than to arrive. </p>
<p> &#8211; Robert M. Pirsig &#8211; <i>Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance</i></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/08/01/travel/</link>
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		<title>Wandering Mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Let your mind wander in simplicity,<br />
blend your spirit with the vastness,<br />
follow along with things the way they are,<br />
and make no room for personal views,<br />
then the world will be governed.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/30/wandering-mind/" class="more-link">Read more on Wandering Mind&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/30/wandering-mind/</link>
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		<title>Garden Gate</title>
		<description><![CDATA[]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/27/garden-gate/</link>
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		<title>Moon in the pond</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I contemplate:<br />
Moon in the pond.<br />
Of my old friends,<br />
How many know the Way?<br />
- Zengetsu</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/23/moon-in-the-pond/</link>
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		<title>Close your eyes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;It is only when you are able to fully close your eyes,<br />
that you will see the world as it is.&#8221;</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/20/close-your-eyes/</link>
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		<title>Death poetry</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Coming and going, life and death;<br />
A thousand hamlets, a million houses.<br />
Dont you get the point?<br />
Moon is the water, blossom in the sky.</p>
<p>- Gizan</p>
]]></description>
		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/17/death-poetry/</link>
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		<title>Moon in heaven</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The water flows,<br />
but back into the ocean;<br />
The moon sinks,<br />
but is even in Heaven.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/13/moon-in-heaven/</link>
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		<title>Dancing maple leaves</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Inside the zendo<br />
also dancing evening maple leaves </p>
<p>- Soen Nakagawa.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/12/dancing-maple-leaves/</link>
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		<title>The Ocean of your essence</title>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/11/the-ocean-of-your-essence/</link>
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		<title>Apple tree</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;highest branch of the apple tree, was my favourite place to be, I could see them breaking free&#8221;<br />
(Neil Finn)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/06/apple-tree/</link>
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		<title>Trees</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Just think of the trees:<br />
they let the birds perch and fly,<br />
with no intention to call them when they come<br />
 and no longing for their return when they fly away.<br />
If people&#8217;s hearts can be like the trees,<br />
they will not be off the Way.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/06/trees/" class="more-link">Read more on Trees&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Ulcers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>When you&#8217;re deluded,<br />
every statement is an ulcer;<br />
when you&#8217;re enlightened,<br />
every word is wisdom. </p>
<p>- Zhiqu</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/07/03/ulcers/</link>
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		<title>Method as a silvery stream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Be soft in your practice.<br />
Think of the method as a fine silvery stream, not a raging waterfall.<br />
Follow the stream, have faith in its course.<br />
It will go its own way, meandering here, trickling there.<br />
It will find the grooves, the cracks, the crevices.<br />
Just follow it.<br />
Never let it out of your sight.<br />
It will take you.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/29/method-as-a-silvery-stream/" class="more-link">Read more on Method as a silvery stream&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/29/method-as-a-silvery-stream/</link>
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		<title>Winter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In winter,<br />
the seven stars<br />
walk upon a crystal forest</p>
<p>- Soen Nakagawa.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/22/winter/</link>
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		<title>The penetrating sword</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The penetrating brilliance<br />
Of swords<br />
Wielded by followers of the Way<br />
Strikes at the enemy<br />
Lurking deep within<br />
Their own souls and bodies.</p>
<p>- Morihei Ueshiba</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/20/the-penetrating-sword/</link>
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		<title>attaining happiness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I cannot tell if what the world considers &#8216;happiness&#8217; is happiness or not.</p>
<p>All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/07/6871/" class="more-link">Read more on attaining happiness&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>poison zen</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Eyes blinded by three poisons,<br />
Yet once all ties are cut,<br />
How restful.<br />
Wicker hat donned,<br />
Cane held firm,<br />
How vast the sky!</p>
<p>- Ungo (1583-1659)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/07/poison-zen/</link>
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		<title>Japanese Proverb</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The reverse side also has a reverse side.</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/04/japanese-proverb/</link>
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		<title>Seasons</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Summer at its height<br />
and snow on the rocks!<br />
The death of winter<br />
and the withered tree blossoms!</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/04/seasons-2/</link>
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		<title>Various</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.<br />
- Helen Keller</p>
<p>To know that we know what we know, and that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge.<br />
- Henry David Thoreau</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/01/924/" class="more-link">Read more on Various&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Just some funny sayings .. sort of zennish</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Indecision is the key to flexibility.</p>
<p>If you find something you like, buy a lifetime supply, because they will stop making it.</p>
<p>All things being equal, fat people use more soap.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/01/just-some-funny-sayings-sort-of-zennish/" class="more-link">Read more on Just some funny sayings .. sort of zennish&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/06/01/just-some-funny-sayings-sort-of-zennish/</link>
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		<title>leave me alone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead.<br />
Do not walk ahead of me,for I may not follow.<br />
Do not walk beside me, either; just f**k off and leave me alone.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/05/01/1161/" class="more-link">Read more on leave me alone&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Project management</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Completed my project management training in March 2001</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/03/05/project-management/</link>
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		<title>Seasons</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Spring has its hundred flowers,<br />
Autumn has its many moons.<br />
Summer has cool winds,<br />
Winter its snow.<br />
If useless thoughts do not<br />
Cloud your mind,<br />
Each day is the best of your life.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/02/21/seasons/" class="more-link">Read more on Seasons&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>My mind remains wide</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>My hut settled among neighbors,<br />
I ignore the noise of horses and carts.<br />
You ask how I get along -<br />
My mind remains wide,<br />
So my place is naturally remote.</p>
<p>- Tao Yuan Ming (365-427)</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/01/23/4641/" class="more-link">Read more on My mind remains wide&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Unruly life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If I were a tree among trees,<br />
a cat among animals,<br />
this life would have a meaning,<br />
or rather this problem would not arise,<br />
for I should belong to this world.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2001/01/03/unruly-life/" class="more-link">Read more on Unruly life&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Observing life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>we do not so much look at things as overlook them</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/01/02/observing-life/</link>
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		<title>A way of life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Ride your horse along the edge of a sword;<br />
hide yourself in the middle of flames</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2001/01/01/a-way-of-life/</link>
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		<title>Mist clears</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Mist clears from ancient cedars and days last<br />
forever&#8230; right and wrong don&#8217;t enter the<br />
clouds.</p>
<p>- Stone House</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2000/12/29/4251/</link>
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		<title>Original Face</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Original Face is the reality of realities:<br />
Stretch your hand to the winging bird.<br />
Vertical nose, horizontal eyes &#8211; and then?<br />
What if your mind is empty?<br />
- Tokugaku (15th Century)</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/30/2514/" class="more-link">Read more on Original Face&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>true emptiness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>If you have not<br />
Linked yourself<br />
To true emptiness,<br />
You will never understand.<br />
- Morihei Ueshiba</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/29/2740/</link>
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		<title>moonlight</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The moonlight<br />
High in the sky,<br />
Shining through the eves,<br />
Falls on a mind<br />
Undisturbed by what<br />
Might have been.</p>
<p>- Rikyu</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/09/2976/</link>
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		<title>Truth is perfect</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Truth is perfect and complete in itself.<br />
It is not something newly discovered;<br />
It has always existed.<br />
Truth is not far away.<br />
It is nearer than near.<br />
There is no need to attain it,<br />
Since not one of your steps leads away from it.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/06/3280/" class="more-link">Read more on Truth is perfect&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>a simple hut</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Deep in the mountains,<br />
on an isolated peak,<br />
I live on my own in a stand of pines.</p>
<p>In a simple hut,<br />
I sit meditating without concerns,<br />
silent and alone, dwelling peacefully, lighthearted.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/03/a-simple-hut/" class="more-link">Read more on a simple hut&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/03/a-simple-hut/</link>
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		<title>old mirror</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Traceless, no more need to hide.<br />
Now the old mirror reflects everything,<br />
Autumn light moistened by faint mist.</p>
<p>- Suian (Southern Sung Dynasty)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/02/3564/</link>
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		<title>before the first step</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Before the first step is taken the goal is reached.<br />
Before the tongue is moved the speech is finished.<br />
More than brilliant intuition is needed,<br />
to find the origin of the right road.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/02/before-the-first-step/" class="more-link">Read more on before the first step&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>fragrance of virtue</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The perfume of sandalwood,<br />
rosebay or jasmine<br />
cannot travel against the wind.<br />
But the fragrance of virtue<br />
travels even against the wind,<br />
as far as the ends of the world.</p>
<p>- Buddha</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/01/4082/" class="more-link">Read more on fragrance of virtue&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>deadly dragon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Meditating quietly I rout the deadly dragon.</p>
<p>- Wang Wei (699-761)</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2000/11/01/3613/</link>
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		<title>swimming carp</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Two masters were walking by a pool in which carp were swimming.<br />
One master said &#8220;Look at those carp. How happy they are swimming in the pool.&#8221;<br />
The other master said &#8220;How can you presume to know whether the carp are happy or not?&#8221;<br />
The first master replied &#8220;How can you presume to know I don&#8217;t know how the carp feel&#8221;</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/10/30/2265/" class="more-link">Read more on swimming carp&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>any season is a good season</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In spring, hundreds of flowers;<br />
In autumn, a harvest moon;<br />
In summer, a refreshing breeze;<br />
In winter, snow will accompany you.<br />
If useless things do not hang in your mind,<br />
any season is a good season for you.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/10/26/2003/" class="more-link">Read more on any season is a good season&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>morning glory</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The morning glory blooms but an hour.<br />
Yet it differs not in heart from a giant pine,<br />
That lives for a thousand years.</p>
<p>- Matsunaga Teitiku</p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/2000/10/25/1734/</link>
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		<title>Do not deny not by denying</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Do not deny not by denying.</p>
<p>- zen saying</p>
<p>&#8220;It has been told that Nature abhors a vacuum.<br />
I disagree.<br />
Nature doesn&#8217;t mind a vacuum.<br />
It is man that continually insists on filling them.&#8221;</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/10/24/in-the-beginning/" class="more-link">Read more on Do not deny not by denying&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>More sayings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>The facts, although interesting, are generally irrelevant.</p>
<p>The world gets a little better every day,  and worse in the evening.</p>
<p>Someone who thinks logically is a nice contrast to the real world.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/2000/10/01/more-sayings/" class="more-link">Read more on More sayings&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Transcript: Launch of &#8220;The Backyard&#8221; in 1999</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Launch of The Backyard: ABC Local Online</p>
<p>Tuesday 28 September  1999 </p>
<p>Good evening and thank you all for attending this launch. We see here today a culmination of the ABC’s response to two prodigious challenges: budget cuts and the new media.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1999/09/28/transcript-launch-of-the-backyard-in-1999/" class="more-link">Read more on Transcript: Launch of &#8220;The Backyard&#8221; in 1999&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1999/09/28/transcript-launch-of-the-backyard-in-1999/</link>
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		<title>First corporate web site for 612 ABC Brisbane</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In 1998 I built my first web site, a corporate brochure site for 612 ABC Brisbane, then called 4QR.</p>
<p>Looking back on the frames based navigation, the animated email gif, and the rather cumbersome graphics it seems somewhat naive.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1998/12/05/first-corporate-web-site-for-612-abc-brisbane/" class="more-link">Read more on First corporate web site for 612 ABC Brisbane&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1998/12/05/first-corporate-web-site-for-612-abc-brisbane/</link>
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		<title>Negotiation skills</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In November of 1998 I took part in, and completed an intensive &#8220;Negotiation Skills&#8221; course.</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/negotiation_skills.jpg"><img src="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/negotiation_skills-300x214.jpg" alt="negotiation_skills" title="negotiation_skills" width="300" height="214" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-928" /></a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1998/11/20/negotiation-skills/</link>
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		<title>Straw Bale House</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In the late 1990&#8242;s I stopped off in Maleny, Queensland where I interviewed architect Ahtee Chia about the straw bale house he had built.</p>
<p>[See post to listen to audio]</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1998/03/15/straw-bale-house/" class="more-link">Read more on Straw Bale House&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>4WD defensive driving</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In 1996, I took part in and completed a defensive driving coursde for 4WD.</p>
<p>The course was arranged after several accidents involving ABC staff unused to the power of the 4WD, nor used to driving on roads that leave a bit to be desired.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1996/10/26/4wd-defensive-driving/" class="more-link">Read more on 4WD defensive driving&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Robert Jordan, author</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In 1993 I interviewed, Robert Jordan, a fantasy author from the United states.</p>
<p>Probably best known for his mammoth series &#8220;<em>The Wheel of Time</em>&#8220;, he also wrote a number of the &#8220;<em>Conan the Barbarian</em>&#8221; books, and is less well know for a period romance trilogy &#8220;<em>Fallon</em>&#8221;</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1993/04/15/robert-jordan-author/" class="more-link">Read more on Robert Jordan, author&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Charles Perkins, activist</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div id="attachment_1148" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 215px"><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/1991/07/IMGP4795_charles-perkins.jpg"><img src="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/1991/07/IMGP4795_charles-perkins-205x300.jpg" alt="Charles perkins book cover" title="IMGP4795_charles-perkins" width="205" height="300" class="size-medium wp-image-1148" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Cover of the Charles Perkins biography</p></div>
<p>It would be difficult to work in the Northern Territory in the last half of the 20th century,  and not have come across Charles Perkins.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1991/07/01/charles-perkins-activist/" class="more-link">Read more on Charles Perkins, activist&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Molly Ferguson, teacher, School of the Air</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve always enjoyed it when I get the chance to happen upon a bit of living history.</p>
<p>In 1991 the Alice Springs School of the Air celebrated its 40th anniversary, and one of the people who turned up to share her story was one of the original teachers, Molly Ferguson,\.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1991/06/07/molly-ferguson-teacher-school-of-the-air/" class="more-link">Read more on Molly Ferguson, teacher, School of the Air&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1991/06/07/molly-ferguson-teacher-school-of-the-air/</link>
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		<title>Winston Peters, MP</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div id="attachment_773" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 193px"><img src="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/winston-peters.jpg" alt="Winston Peters" title="winston-peters" width="183" height="275" class="size-full wp-image-773" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Winston Peters PR photo</p></div>
<p>I met Winston Peters in 1990 while he was traveling through the Northern Territory.</p>
<p>At the time he was a Maori member of the NZ National Party, and his star was such he was tipped to become New Zealand&#8217;s first Maori Prime Minister.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1990/08/03/winston-peters-mp/" class="more-link">Read more on Winston Peters, MP&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Larapinta trail</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/6643272/"><img alt="Larapinta trail" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/8/6643272_32f47a8c58.jpg" title="Larapinta trail" width="500" height="327" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Taking a break on the Larapinta trail</p></div>
<p>While many think of Central Australia as a desert, there is real beauty in this arid environment.<br />
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In 1990 the Northern Territory government opened the Larapinta Trail, a 250km walking trail along the West MacDonnell Ranges.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1990/04/27/larapinta-trail/" class="more-link">Read more on Larapinta trail&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>AIM manager of the year</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In 1990 while working as Manager Regional Stations for the Northern Territory, the Central Australian branch of the Australian institute of Management presented me with their inaugural &#8220;Manager of the Year&#8221;  award.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1990/03/01/aim-manager-of-the-year/" class="more-link">Read more on AIM manager of the year&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>First cell phones arrive in Darwin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes it appears that mobile phones have been with us always, yet in 1988 the arrival of a cellular phone network in Darwin was big news.</p>
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<p>Talent: Ray Nugent, Mobiltronics</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1988/01/21/first-cell-phones-arrive-in-darwin/" class="more-link">Read more on First cell phones arrive in Darwin&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Journalist of the year 1987</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/12445393/"><img alt="Journalist of the year" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/11/12445393_cdd6e3c85e_m.jpg" title="Journalist of the year" width="240" height="164" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Receiving the award from the Administrator Commodore Eric Johnstone, and President of the NT Branch of the Australian Journalists Association, Richard Creswick.</p></div>
<p>In 1987, primarily through a body of work surrounding the world heritage listing of Kakadu National Park, I was the joint winner of the Electronic Journalist of the Year award for the Northern Territory.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1987/12/14/journalist-of-the-year-1987/" class="more-link">Read more on Journalist of the year 1987&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Pine Gap protests</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8939714/"><img alt="Covering Pine Gap demonstration" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/4/8939714_cdab73ac46_m.jpg" title="Covering Pine Gap demonstration" width="240" height="161" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Covering Pine Gap demonstration</p></div>
<p>In 1987, the lease on the satellite monitoring base, Pine Gap, near Alice Springs was up for re-signing by the Federal Government.<br />
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<p>In the days leading up to the leases expiry, a range of demonstrations were organised by the peace movement.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1987/10/19/pine-gap-protests/" class="more-link">Read more on Pine Gap protests&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Barra classic</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>It wouldn&#8217;t be the Top End without a bit of barramundi fishing.</p>
<p>While a keen fisherman myself, in 1987 I covered the annual Barra Classic, on its return to Corroboree Billabong.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1987/09/18/barra-classic/" class="more-link">Read more on Barra classic&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>INXS newser</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>One of the benefits of working in smaller TV newsrooms is that you do get to do a bit of everything.</p>
<p>In August 1987, I was heading for an early finish to my day when asked to cover a media conference with Australian band INXS, and songstress Jenny Morris.<br />
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<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1987/08/27/inxs-newser/" class="more-link">Read more on INXS newser&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Victoria River murder</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In June 1987 I was asked to take a camera crew and helicopter to Victoria River to cover the search for two Western Australian fishermen who had gone missing.</p>
<p>The two men, father and son Marcus and Lance Bullen, had left their wives at the Victoria River Roadhouse to go fishing. They had spent the night at the roadhouse and were expected to be back in time to move on that day.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1987/06/11/victoria-river-murder/" class="more-link">Read more on Victoria River murder&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Gurig National Park</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8938480/"><img alt="Port Essington ruins" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/8938480_915431e809_m.jpg" title="Port Essington ruins" width="240" height="119" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Port Essington ruins</p></div>
<p>Sometimes as a reporter you get to go to those beautiful, out-of-the-way places most only dream about.</p>
<p>One of these is Coburg Peninsula, the original European settlement in the Top End.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1987/05/29/gurig-national-park/" class="more-link">Read more on Gurig National Park&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Manbulloo mangoes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><img alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/3/6116363_2122dee1c3_m.jpg" title="Mangoes" width="240" height="180" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Mangoes</p></div>
<p>One of the countries largest mango plantations was established on Manbullo station. </p>
<p>The plan: to take advantage of an earlier growing season to get mangoes on supermarket shelves before the Queensland crop arrives.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1987/05/20/manbulloo-mangoes/" class="more-link">Read more on Manbulloo mangoes&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Wildlife on Woolner Station</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8979342/"><img alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/8979342_5ef6e28d47_m.jpg" title="Wild buffalo" width="240" height="163" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Wild buffalo</p></div>
<p>While in the Top End I came across a number of cattle properties which were diversifying into tourism.</p>
<p>One of these was Woolner Station, where the pastoralists were using off-season mustering helicopters as observation platforms. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1987/04/13/wildlife-on-woolner-station/" class="more-link">Read more on Wildlife on Woolner Station&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Pig-nosed turtles returned to wild</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Growing up in the bush I&#8217;ve always enjoyed doing stories on wildlife.</p>
<p>In this case the story was about some unusual pig-nosed turtles, something I had never come across before.</p>
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<p>The turtles have been hatched in captivity in a Conservation Commission hatchery, but were being released into the Daly River after they had been used in a study by local scientists.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/12/30/pig-nosed-turtles-returned-to-wild/" class="more-link">Read more on Pig-nosed turtles returned to wild&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1986/12/30/pig-nosed-turtles-returned-to-wild/</link>
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		<title>Pope John Paul II vists Alice Springs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/6707610/"><img alt="Pope John Paul II in Alice Springs" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/7/6707610_06aefa63b3_m.jpg" title="Pope John Paul II in Alice Springs" width="240" height="167" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Pope John Paul II in Alice Springs</p></div>
<p>In 1986 Pope John Paul II visited Australia.</p>
<p>My colleague Phil Smith got the job of covering the Pope&#8217;s visit to Darwin while I was sent to Alice Springs to cover his visit to the Centre.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/11/27/preparing-for-the-popes-vist-to-alice-springs/" class="more-link">Read more on Pope John Paul II vists Alice Springs&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1986/11/27/preparing-for-the-popes-vist-to-alice-springs/</link>
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		<title>Kapalga research station, Kakadu</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8941677/"><img alt="Kakadu Dunnart" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/8941677_e51d62d1f2_m.jpg" title="Kakadu Dunnart" width="240" height="156" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Kakadu Dunnart</p></div>
<p>Along the western border of Kakadu National Park lies Kapalga Station, in 1986, a research facility for the CSIRO.</p>
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<p>In November of that year I went to Kapalga to shoot an extended story on the research being done at the centre, and how that fed back into our knowledge of the Kakadu ecosystem.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/11/26/kapalga-research-station-kakadu/" class="more-link">Read more on Kapalga research station, Kakadu&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>World heritage listing of Kakadu</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8557125/"><img alt="Jumping crocodile" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/4/8557125_0b45ae9eee_m.jpg" title="Jumping crocodile" width="240" height="180" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Jumping crocodile - East Alligator</p></div>
<p>While the original section of Kakadu National Park had been granted World heritage listing, it didn&#8217;t stop the 1986/87 debate over the listing of stage 2 of the park.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/11/14/world-heritage-listing-of-kakadu/" class="more-link">Read more on World heritage listing of Kakadu&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1986/11/14/world-heritage-listing-of-kakadu/</link>
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		<title>Bushfire research</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>On 16 February 1983, more than 180 fires fanned by winds of up to 110km  per hour (68 mph) caused widespread destruction across the states of Victoria and South Australia.  According to Wikipedia, the fires were the deadliest in Australian history, until the Black Saturday bushfires in 2009.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/10/16/bushfire-research/" class="more-link">Read more on Bushfire research&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Barramundi disease</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>While I like my fishing, and in particular barramundi fishing, this was under threat in 1986 with a disease running rampant through top end fish stocks.</p>
<p>The disease was call red-spot, or more accurately by the scientists, Epizootic ulcerative syndrome, and concern was raised that it may affect both commercial and amateur stocks, as well as the NT tourist industry itself.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/09/25/barramundi-disease/" class="more-link">Read more on Barramundi disease&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Mining in Kakadu National Park</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8613584/"><img alt="Jabiluka billabong" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/8613584_60588d2efa_m.jpg" title="Jabiluka billabong" width="240" height="154" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Jabiluka billabong</p></div>
<p>In 1986, the Senate Standing Committee on Natural Resources came to do a personal inspection of Kakadu National Park, with the view to making a recommendation on mining in the park.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/09/16/mining-in-kakadu-national-park/" class="more-link">Read more on Mining in Kakadu National Park&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1986/09/16/mining-in-kakadu-national-park/</link>
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		<title>Litchfield National Park</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>While I spent a lot of time in Kakadu National Park, and while Kakadu is the best known park in the Top End, I always had a soft spot for Litchfield National Park.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/07/30/litchfield-national-park/" class="more-link">Read more on Litchfield National Park&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Feral horses</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>You sometimes forget how big the Northern Territory is until you find yourself engrossed in a story like this about feral horses.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s estimated the number of feral horses in the Territory is in the hundreds of thousands, and considering how much a horse eats, you can imagine the impact on the environment.<br />
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In June 1986 I went to Alice Springs to cover the debate over feral horse control in that region.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/06/06/feral-horses/" class="more-link">Read more on Feral horses&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Mimosa pigra weed control</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8977663/"><img alt="Magpie geese eggs" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/7/8977663_692044ec77_m.jpg" title="Magpie geese eggs" width="240" height="161" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Magpie geese eggs</p></div>
<p>One of the perks of working in a place like the Northern Territory is the opportunity to cover stories in some of the most beautiful parts of Australia.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/06/03/mimosa-pigra-weed-control/" class="more-link">Read more on Mimosa pigra weed control&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1986/06/03/mimosa-pigra-weed-control/</link>
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		<title>Marshall Perron moves to the back bench</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>A constant through my time political reporting in the Northern territory was Marshall Perron.</p>
<p>I interviewed him in all guises, while he was a minister, the Treasurer, the Attorney General, and Chief Minister.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1986/04/28/marshall-perron-moves-to-the-back-bench/" class="more-link">Read more on Marshall Perron moves to the back bench&#8230;</a></p>
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		<link>http://www.raeallen.net/1986/04/28/marshall-perron-moves-to-the-back-bench/</link>
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		<title>Mary River closed to commercial fishing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Barramundi fishing is not just a recreational sport, but big business in the Northern Territory.</p>
<p>The tension however has always existed between the recreational and tourism aspects to barramundi fishing, and the commercial imperatives of our restaurant tables.<br />
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In 1985, The NT government closed the Mary River system to commercial fishing, a move welcomed by the amateurs, but criticised by commercial fishermen as the thin edge of the wedge.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1985/11/26/mary-river-closed-to-commercial-fishing/" class="more-link">Read more on Mary River closed to commercial fishing&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Big Bill Neidjie, custodian and elder of the Gagadju</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><div id="attachment_1153" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 214px"><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/1985/11/IMGP4796_bill-neidjiejpg.jpg"><img src="http://www.raeallen.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/1985/11/IMGP4796_bill-neidjiejpg-204x300.jpg" alt="Kakadu Man" title="Kakadu Man" width="204" height="300" class="size-medium wp-image-1153" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Cover from Kakadu Man</p></div><br />
When you are a reporter you sometimes come across people with a clean vision of what they want to do, and how they want to do it.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1985/11/16/big-bill-neidjie-custodian-and-elder-of-the-gagadju/" class="more-link">Read more on Big Bill Neidjie, custodian and elder of the Gagadju&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>B52 arrives for training</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8977012/"><img alt="View from refueling plane" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/8977012_23da6f6880_m.jpg" title="View from refueling plane" width="240" height="161" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">View of B52 from refueling plane</p></div>
<p>While working in Darwin, TV reporters tend to do a number of stories relating to the military and Australia&#8217;s defence forces.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1985/11/13/b52-arrives-for-training/" class="more-link">Read more on B52 arrives for training&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>HMAS Darwin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 176px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/8976390/"><img alt="HMAS Darwin" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/8976390_ec0c760d3a_m.jpg" title="HMAS Darwin" width="166" height="240" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Sunset from HMAS Darwin</p></div>
<p>In 1985 I covered the maiden voyage of the HMAS Darwin. </p>
<p>A guided missile frigate, the ship was built in the United States and on shake-down had undertaken its maiden voyage to Australia, its first landfall being the port of the same name, Darwin.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1985/10/30/hmas-darwin/" class="more-link">Read more on HMAS Darwin&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Warramungu land claim</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/12446120/"><img alt="Devils Marbles" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/9/12446120_52f9dafd37_m.jpg" title="Devils Marbles" width="240" height="135" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Devils Marbles</p></div>
<p>An early experience of Aboriginal land rights came when I went to Tennant Creek to cover the Warramungu land claim.</p>
<p>What I found was no firebrand politics and protests, but a system where all parties seemed to want to make sure the right thing was done.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1985/07/16/warramungu-land-claim/" class="more-link">Read more on Warramungu land claim&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Dead crocodile</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>This was one of the first stories I covered on arriving in Darwin in 1985. </p>
<p>In March 1985 a large crocodile was worrying workers building a bridge over the the Elizabeth River, south of Darwin. Conservation Commission rangers set a trap for the crocodile however the animal was found dead in the trap.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1985/03/26/dead-crocodile/" class="more-link">Read more on Dead crocodile&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Kakadu fishing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/6644836/"><img alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/6644836_126c094254_m.jpg" title="Saratoga" width="240" height="160" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Saratoga on the Mary River</p></div>
<p>While the conflict between commercial and recreational fishing interests was significant in the Territory, so was the conflict between recreational fishing and conservation interests.<br />
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In this story from 1985, recreational anglers were complaining about the uncertainty conservation measures were having on their sport.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.raeallen.net/1985/03/21/kakadu-fishing/" class="more-link">Read more on Kakadu fishing&#8230;</a></p>
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		<title>Nuclear submarine</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Not long after I arrived in Darwin, the city received one of its more unusual military visitors, the USS Pogy, a nuclear submarine.</p>
<p>At the time it was standard policy from the US Navy to &#8220;neither confirm nor deny&#8221; they carried nuclear weapons when entering Australian ports.</p>
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		<title>Fishing in Kakadu</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/6644836/"><img alt="Blair with Saratoga, Corroboree Billabong" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/6644836_126c094254_m.jpg" title="Blair with Saratoga, Corroboree Billabong" width="240" height="160" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Blair with Saratoga, Corroboree Billabong</p></div>
<p>With the more stringent conservation methods being applied in many national parks, 1985 saw conflicts arise between those who wanted to see National parks conserved entirely, and those who saw recreational pursuits such as fishing remain a credible part of that conservation.</p>
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		<title>Draught horses in modern agriculture</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 250px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/4605289038/"><img alt="Draught horses" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/4605289038_cb009feb93_m.jpg" title="Working draught horses" width="240" height="156" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Working draught horses</p></div>
<p>While working in Tasmania for the Rural Department, One of our commitments was a 15 minute radio documentary each Friday.</p>
<p>Normally interviews mixed with voice-overs and actuality, their production was sometimes the last thing anyone wanted to do on a Friday, but at a time of 2 to 5 minute interviews I found it a pleasure to have a time frame to get my teeth into.</p>
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		<title>Calling Antarctica</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>Up until the mid-1980s, Antarctica was more or less cut off from the world for 6 months of the year.</p>
<p>In 1984 telephone communication was established with Mawson base in Antarctica and I was one of the first half dozen people to call the research station.<br />
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		<title>Abalone farming</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>In March 1984 while working in Tasmania I interviewed the worlds first abalone farmer.<br />
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<div class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 354px"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raeallen/4585393692/"><img alt="dive buddy" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4585393692_34ced81ac0.jpg" title="Dive buddy" width="344" height="500" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text"><strong>My dive buddy getting ready.</strong></p></div></p>
<p>In Tasmania at the time, most abalone were wild abalone, and licenses to dive for abalone were expensive and highly sought after. </p>
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		<title>Buffalo damage to the Top End wetlands</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<p>My first stretch of work in the Territory was in 1982 when I was a Rural Reporter filling behind the incumbent on extended leave.</p>
<p>This interview is with Peter Fogarty a researcher with the Conservation Commission who had ben studying the damage caused by free roaming feral buffaloes in the fragile wetlands.<br />
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