<?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-923074393346871763</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:23:25.526-08:00</updated><category term='Relaxation'/><category term='Stress Management'/><title type='text'>Infinite Digressions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Troius Goodchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553618614061476696</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923074393346871763.post-647635213903653043</id><published>2010-04-25T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:34:04.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Queen (A poem by Troy Powell)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subtle transformation, wooven under the surface,  a monolithic movement barely noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here we are, standing on the broken pieces of what was once Pangea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unity split and spilled into  cacophonic progenies, we float adrift, reeling under the new status quo. Fruits new and forbidden borne from the divine tree lure us. As they tempt our senses, we realize they are both poisons and panaceas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We behold the mysteries of life, its fragility and ferocity, its protean yield to circumstance, to change. Species, civilizations &amp;amp;  languages, rising and falling like the breathe of man, a gentle and necessary equilibrium maintaining the gestalt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In-between the spaces we can see it all there,  the thread of unity which binds it all, the mother tongue  that was before Babel.  Before misunderstanding, before conflict,  before the illusion that was division. We know better now. In the purview of centuries of struggle, we can see it all clear, was the status quo really new? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We cannot pull through threads that hold us in place, yet answers lie right before us, split apart, misunderstood. Apotheosized into ineffable prophets and holy lands, sacred creeds enshrined and sealed with war and blood. But she whispers, a muffled plea, echoing through cathedrals, synoguges, mosques, laboratories, classrooms and theatres. One voice, primordial and fragmented by the facade that we are uncommon, that there is no common purchase on the truth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We recoil from the harsh realities, the poisonous lessons borne from this fruitless struggle, Atrocities both near and far, wide and deep, concrete and ephemeral. A reaction which also yields an ironic promise the potential panacea, we cannot run from what is, we cannot run from the opportunity to make a difference. Fragments remain the same parts of the whole and it takes all the running you can do to stay in the same place. Perhaps in time, we will rediscover where the fragments fit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/923074393346871763-647635213903653043?l=infinitedigressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/feeds/647635213903653043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=923074393346871763&amp;postID=647635213903653043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/647635213903653043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/647635213903653043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-queen-poem-by-troy-powell.html' title='The Red Queen (A poem by Troy Powell)'/><author><name>Troius Goodchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553618614061476696</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923074393346871763.post-5613175900838043805</id><published>2010-02-17T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:37:08.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress Management'/><title type='text'>The Little Pleasures. (Musings on tipping points and critical mass)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I have to admit I've been having quite the odd week and an even stranger Thursday. All week my thoughts and emotions for the most part have been disjointed. The best way I can describe it is as television static, nothing received, nothing being sent, confusion and disarray. (Warning this will be the first of many cheesy metaphors to follow) It has been really hard to work this week, and I could feel my stress levels responding in kind to all of this, as I've been having a hard time concentrating on life and work. (That endless to -do list and the even more pressing "now") &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I did something a little unexpected today and took a little pit-stop if you will. While racking my brain on how I would relieve this pressure and change my current state, I looked within myself and in my environment. I decided to put the brakes down on what I was working on and do something's that I would enjoy and some other things, that I've enjoyed in the past that I haven't done in a long time.  I dusted off my old saxophone and played along to some new music I've discovered recently, meditated to some ambient music, and massaged my palms with Chinese Stress balls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the fog of all the things that have been pressing down on me this week, I gave myself the opportunity to actively do nothing and it was so liberating. Not too long ago my solution would have included copious amounts of alcohol, a temporary and loud reprieve, complete with massive headache and a return to all my problems the next morning. My breakthrough this evening was more holistic I found.  A lot of the time when we are stressed we head to defcon one,   we panic, and our solutions are usually more drastic than the situation itself. If we listen to our system though, we can find a lot of simple solutions within reach. Sometimes when we've overloaded our washing machines, a simple bump will suffice to put it back into a healthy equilibrium. (Last one I swear) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simple comforts can be very powerful tools in stress management, and getting to know ourselves in general. Things we enjoy, things we've forgotten usually help renew us. Tonight I found a very efficient and neglected way to unclog my focus (sorry) doing stuff that I like, (who knew?) taking time to focus on myself, and mind.  The word comfort comes from the French, with etymologic meaning tied to "that which brings strength" It can be so easy to forget ourselves when we are working on life's necessities, and without realizing it start to run on empty and are fighting our battles weakly. (For real, last one) Don't forget yourself in the process, and don't be afraid to take a time out, I promise you,  your body and mind will thank you for it, and you will find those obstacles easier to deal with when you have renewed vigour and focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/923074393346871763-5613175900838043805?l=infinitedigressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5613175900838043805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=923074393346871763&amp;postID=5613175900838043805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/5613175900838043805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/5613175900838043805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-pleasures-musings-on-tipping.html' title='The Little Pleasures. (Musings on tipping points and critical mass)'/><author><name>Troius Goodchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553618614061476696</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923074393346871763.post-3100713946894689137</id><published>2009-11-07T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:35:52.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Above so Below, Musings on Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;As Above so Below, it's a phrase that has analogues in Christian theology, ancient mysticism and modern science. Whether it's Matthew 16:19, the Tree of Life in the Qabbalah, Chakras, or Supervenience and Systems Theory. There is definitely a common theme that has spread not only throughout history but has cut across various religions and creeds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe strongly that fundamental truths are self evident, and when similar concepts are arrived at by civilizations or cultures (separated by ideology, time, and/or geography) one should pay close attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Theology &amp;amp; Jewish Mysticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matthew 16:19 tells us "I will give you the keys of heaven; whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven; whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the Qaballah there are 10 purported Sephira or numeric emanations (aspects) of God. The first being Kether - The Crown and the 10th being Malkuth the Kingdom. The origin and continued existence of both man and universe (existence itself) is explained as a transmission of energy or light from the first to the tenth Sephiroth and through all the others in between (for brevity's sake I've left out the others). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Chakras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The concept of the Sephira and the Qaballah Tree of Life have a close analogue in the Chakras of Dharmic and Hindu ideology. The Chakras are seven points on the body where specific energy vortices reside. The first chakra, the root chakra, is associated with money, physical security, and many of the physical drives associated with our survival essentially it is our connection to the earth. The seventh and last Chakra, the Crown Chakra, completes the system and represents our perceptions of unity / separation, our connection to God (the "Godsource") and the Universal. The crown chakra also concerns intelligence, patterns and context. The Chief function of this chakra is the understanding of how the individual fits within their universe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supervenience and Systems Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supervenience is a concept I first learned in Cognitive Science. In general the concept pertains to the explanation of bi-conditional (mutual) causation emerging within systems. In Cognitive Science and Philosophy of Mind particularly, supervenience holds that mental properties overlay rather than replace physical ones. In essence this explains that a change in one substrate I.e. Neural is followed by a corresponding change within another I.e. Consciousness (Mental). Supervenience is a hallmark of the emergent property theory which seeks to explain the rise of complex phenomena through smaller processes, (I.e. The mind from the body, or culture from a nation state etc.) Similarly in systems theory dynamic systems are described as being composed of both sub and supersystems, with concomitant thresholds and feedback loops operating at and determining the fate of the system as a whole at each level. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been thinking a lot about balance lately in light of these preceding systems of explanation. My brother used to joke (and still does) that I am scholarly minded but of no earthly good. Admittedly my years away at University has put me into an "ivory tower" of sorts, and I've often amused my family by being able to conduct abstract thought and theorization while being completely oblivious to more particular and common sense aspects of life. (This is still an ongoing challenge for me...I blame the overtime hours I've spent in philosophy class) My father when visiting me during one of my post-grad residencies put a sugar coated spin on this. He told me I've spent so much time in heavy study that the "little things" were now beneath my notice. I was flattered and loved that he put it that way, but I recognize that the little and big things, go hand in hand, both are important in light of the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depression and Anxiety can also be viewed as a harbinger of an unbalanced system in this respect. From two tours of duty I've spent on the battlefield of depression I've learned first hand how tightly bound the mental and physical is. In a sense changes in the physical and mental aspects of our lives directly supervene on the other. I recall being locked into certain thought patterns, such as over rumination, and catastrophic (and global) negative thought which cemented over time and had an indelible impact on my sleeping patterns, and reaction to stress and regular stimuli. The solution (one of many) lies in recognizing these habits for what they are, and slowly debunking them. Interrupting negative feedback loops as it were. Anxiety for example, can be subdued by not focusing on large inundating every day challenges that have become catastrophized, but focusing rather on the smaller (easier to swallow) sub goals of which they are apart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Returning back to the idea of chakras, it's important to balance our intellectual needs (Crown) with our physical / survival needs (Root). This is reflected in the much needed ability for people to have both book smarts and street smarts. In some research I have done in the past few weeks I've learned that its possible for anyone of the seven chakras to become unbalanced, with adverse effects occurring pertaining to the domains they represent. How many times have we suffered under the tutelage of teacher that could not teach for the life of them? (albeit brilliant). How many brilliant plans have we concocted with out being able to bring them to fruition? There's the plan, and there's the implementation of it. There's knowledge, and there's the transmission of that knowledge. There is context and there is content. Neither of these elements have much force or relevance without the other. Even in our learning it is important that we test and continually update our precepts. As Nietzsche once said "One repays a teacher poorly if they remain a student." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether it's Supervenience, the Qabbalah or Chakras the underlying message is clear. Balance is an indispensable ingredient for structured, harmonious and flaw-free living. It isn't always easy to achieve but the continued quest for it may very well be our defining moments, I know they have been for me personally. Balance not only is required in the personal realm but extends to the interpersonal national, the environmental and even the international sphere.* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*More of this to come on my upcoming Essay on International Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/923074393346871763-3100713946894689137?l=infinitedigressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3100713946894689137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=923074393346871763&amp;postID=3100713946894689137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/3100713946894689137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/3100713946894689137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-above-so-below-musings-on-balance_07.html' title='As Above so Below, Musings on Balance'/><author><name>Troius Goodchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553618614061476696</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923074393346871763.post-7158497774535854513</id><published>2009-04-16T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:54:35.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Information? Musings on Unity, Information, Knowledge and Connection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;So  I've been in some  in an impromptu "pit stop" mode of sorts lately, taking a break from everything , trying to put together what is next on the agenda. I've been reading a lot, and thinking about things I have been studying. I had a strange dream last year that I had an old friend interpret for me not too long ago. For brevity's sake  I'll spare the details of the dream, but her verdict of the meaning of the dream was that I was "in-between space". My dear friend was an art/paradigm and psychology major during her undergraduate years of study so I trust her judgement.  As I mentioned in an earlier post I am quite the ambivalent person, however I have often used this trait to my advantage by actively searching for variegated points of view. I did this during my undergraduate years committing myself to both the study of Psychology and Philosophy. It was an interesting ride, rough but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am reading two books right now that both follow in the same theme of finding common ground amongst the inundating sea of information/disciplines that are seemingly contradictory or mutually inimical. Consilience by Edward Wilson attempts to find underlying laws/ connections between the sciences arts and the humanities. Wikinomics by Don Tapscott explores how collaborative tools such as Wikipedia, Youtube and the like are changing society and business.  A common theme found in both works is the that of Epigenesis. This is a developmental concept that emphasises how one's environment provides critical options or base tools from which the individual may build themselves from, essentially this evinces a kind of mutual dependence between nature and environment. From a macroscopic perspective we can see this in how man both creates and is created by his culture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In our current information laden age it is easy to see first hand how overwhelming information has become. From the blogosphere, to twitter, to Facebook, internet memes, e-mail, text messages etc etc ad infinitum, we are awash in a sea of facts, tidbits, or data ranging from the inane to the profound. Based on ones perspective this can be either a blessing or a bane.  We could see this with a sense of futility and assume there's nothing to be gained, or learned, subscribing to nihilistic mindset. There is no underlying truth, it's all subjective, or at worst all ultimately pointless. Alternatively we could see all this information as an untapped resource. In an elective course on information communication's technology I learned a profound insight, stating that information is the raw resource that is distilled into knowledge.  Almost anything can be found within a relevant context and qualified as knowledge. Looking at the personal network, Facebook could be seen vehicle of boredom and futility, (do I really need to now that Johnny Public is watching Grey's Anatomy in 2hrs?) or as a springboard to enrich old or new friendships and find common ground, partnerships, ideas for joint ventures etc. (This has obvious repercussions for networking in the professional aspect)   Ultimately we will get what we put in, with respect to the tools we have at our disposal.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Personally I prefer the view that information resources however fast and inundating can be shaped and employed to meet our needs and values (professional and recreational). Academia is no exception, I found myself most inspired at school when finding connections and parallels amongst seemingly unrelated disciplines of study, in fact I think it's safe to say it was only during those moments when learning was activity I valued as an end in itself instead of a hoop I was jumping through for some other reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can imagine how easier life in general would be if we consistently committed ourselves to the childlike curiosity of the new. Instead of demonizing those who don't share our religious credes and instead finding and emphasising our common humanity, how long would religiously inflamed conflict and war persist? How much longer would international politics hamper national securities if they ceased to be framed ethnocentrically? In a world of confusion and misunderstanding I believe strongly that synergy and continual crossing of perspectives is our sole saving grace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/923074393346871763-7158497774535854513?l=infinitedigressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7158497774535854513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=923074393346871763&amp;postID=7158497774535854513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/7158497774535854513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/7158497774535854513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-much-information-musings-on-unity.html' title='Too Much Information? Musings on Unity, Information, Knowledge and Connection.'/><author><name>Troius Goodchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553618614061476696</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923074393346871763.post-1303007142160568710</id><published>2008-10-25T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:03:20.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Introduction type thingy</title><content type='html'>To Whom It May Concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        My name is Troy, and I like to think as I enjoy the activity very much, (almost too much in my own humble opinion) You'll eventually get used to my ambivalent and perpetually questioning nature if you choose to follow this blog. (please don't hold it against me)  I'll be honest and level with whoever's reading this, I am doing this more for myself than for anybody else. My thinking patterns and abstractions are labrynthine, so my taking part in this activity is purely cathartic, untangling the mess if you will. It's kind of like how a dog needs to go on regular walks so they don't go crazy and start clawing at the walls. (yes I just made that comparison :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little about me, I am a recent graduate of Queen's University, with an honours Bachelors Degree in Psychology and Philosophy. I am currently studying a Masters Degree program in Security Defence Management and Policy at the Royal Military College of Canada. I am 24, a virgo, I wear Boxer Briefs, I have arachnaphobia, and my childhood dream was to be an actor. (there's a faint glimmer in the back of my head that hasn't written that option out) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to keep myself sane in setting out on this blog, but as an added bonus, connecting with some likeminded individuals, and maybe even entertaining some of you with my musings, and God-forbid even spark some interesting debates. That's about all I can think of for now, i'm happy to have slain that beast procrastor, and by finally starting this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and I hope you enjoy the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy Powell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/923074393346871763-1303007142160568710?l=infinitedigressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1303007142160568710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=923074393346871763&amp;postID=1303007142160568710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/1303007142160568710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/923074393346871763/posts/default/1303007142160568710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinitedigressions.blogspot.com/2008/10/lil-introduction-type-thingy.html' title='Lil Introduction type thingy'/><author><name>Troius Goodchild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16553618614061476696</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
