<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:36:16.837+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Gaines</title><subtitle type='html'>Notes on creativity training and a world that works</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-110352616262239966</id><published>2004-12-20T18:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T18:02:42.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today the air was so full of perfume that by the very act of breathing I turned into a blossom myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/110352616262239966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/110352616262239966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110352616262239966' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-110282450315700101</id><published>2004-12-12T15:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:08:23.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are in the business of creating a world that works – a fantastically wonderful society.  We are not in the business of fighting corporate oppression – our purpose is vastly larger and more wonderful.  We may succeed, or we may fail, but magnificent well-being is what we are about.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/110282450315700101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/110282450315700101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110282450315700101' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-109805795457772569</id><published>2004-10-18T10:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:05:54.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orientation for Our TimeBob Nadeau, an advanced Aikido teacher in San Francisco, would come onto the mat for his class and ask, "What's needed now?"  Tuning in, he would say, “We need to work on centring…” or turning, or extending ki, and he would create the class based on what he saw was appropriate for the moment.Now that the Australian-US free trade agreement has been passed, and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/109805795457772569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/109805795457772569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109805795457772569' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-109071245747884597</id><published>2004-07-25T09:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:10:11.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catching up with the BuddhaIn Ancient Futures Helena Norberg-Hodge discusses the Buddhist doctrine that just as a tree depends on soil, air and water for its existence, so we as individual bodies do not have an existence separate from the world that sustains us.  Indeed, if we extend aware of necessary connections far enough, they include the whole of evolution this point.This perception of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/109071245747884597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/109071245747884597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109071245747884597' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-109000792597242135</id><published>2004-07-17T05:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:13:20.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear of Greatness Not once, but twice during the on-court interview immediately after defeating world champion Venus Williams at Wimbledon, Maria Sharapova said, "I'm sorry I beat you."  Given that she obviously wanted to become Wimbledon champion, her comment seems odd.  Marianne Williamson, in a justly famous quote, said, “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/109000792597242135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/109000792597242135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109000792597242135' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-108929189800348666</id><published>2004-07-08T23:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T23:04:58.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AG</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/108929189800348666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/108929189800348666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929189800348666' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-108920276962755391</id><published>2004-07-07T22:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:20:42.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this description of myself for a speakers bureau recently.  It seems like a pretty good summary of what I'm on about these days.My primary commitment is to contribute to the evolution of a world that works.  In my view this will be a world that is ecologically sustainable and humane.  I believe that we are at a tipping point in human evolution where either we commit ourselves to social </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/108920276962755391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/108920276962755391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108920276962755391' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-107043936119209251</id><published>2003-12-03T19:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T19:16:11.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CONNECTING THE DOTS TO SEE THE NEW FASCISMThe current Australian government and the US are negotiating a Free Trade Agreement that I believe surrenders Australia's right to regulate itself democratically in certain important respects.  Some members of a group I am part of have agreed that there is a threat here, but have resisted taking a public stand against the Free Trade Agreement in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/107043936119209251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/107043936119209251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043936119209251' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-106895195573687792</id><published>2003-11-16T14:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T14:23:56.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEING AUTHENTICDinner last night with Doug and Joan.  Doug is a closet genius, far more knowledgeable than appears at first sight.  Joan is an exceptional art teacher.  She has the ability to go into tough classrooms in rough neighbourhoods, ask a few questions, and thereby touch something in kids that gets them excited about making art.  Joan draws a lot of her ideas from the works of artists </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/106895195573687792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/106895195573687792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106895195573687792' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-106458073972951334</id><published>2003-09-26T22:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T23:46:25.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a friend who has been breathing depleted uranium.  She did not mean to.  Before she went to help in Afghanistan she did some research, and found out the southeast corner of Kabul has the highest concentration of depleted uranium in the world.  So she made it a point not to go there.  But – Kabul is dusty.  Very dusty.  The wind blows yellow dust everywhere, and the dust is filthy not only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/106458073972951334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/106458073972951334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106458073972951334' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5860858.post-106453037695831294</id><published>2003-09-26T08:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T08:52:57.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brains are like yachts  Brains are like yachts.  All too often they sit idle in the harbor, when they could be catching the fresh breeze of thought and sailing to new vistas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/106453037695831294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5860858/posts/default/106453037695831294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewgaines.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106453037695831294' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694947544500436711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
