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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 31 May 2012 09:51:41 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>daily headspa blog</title><subtitle>daily headspa blog</subtitle><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/atom.xml"/><updated>2012-03-27T00:15:01Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>the end</title><category term="the end"/><category term="the end"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/23/the-end.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/23/the-end.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-22T21:56:14Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:56:14Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>The End<br />BY MARK STRAND<br /><br />Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,<br />Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like<br />When he&rsquo;s held by the sea&rsquo;s roar, motionless, there at the end,<br />Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he&rsquo;ll never go back.<br /><br />When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,<br />When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down<br />No longer appear, not every man knows what he&rsquo;ll discover instead.<br />When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky<br /><br />Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus<br />And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,<br />Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing<br />When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;The End,&rdquo; from The Continuous Life: Poems by Mark Strand, &copy; 1990 by Mark Strand. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.<br /><br /></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>On the move</title><category term="Dune"/><category term="Mondays"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/12/on-the-move.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/12/on-the-move.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-12T10:23:09Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:23:09Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>This week, Dunes.<br /><br />Dunes never stay the same. They are constantly being pulled down and put up. It&rsquo;s like they March across the landscape.<br /><br />Of course, the landscape itself is on the move. Nothing stays still. The tectonic plates shift, the planet spins, the galaxy expands. <br /><br />Like so many things, the &lsquo;fact&rsquo; that the earth is solid is just another convenient fiction by which we choose to live our lives. <br /><br />Most of us choose to say that right now, as I write this, it is 8:46 pm, on Monday, December 12, 2011. At least, those of us who live around here choose to say that. In Sydney, Tokyo and LA they choose to say that it is some other time. We can easily forget all of this; that this is our convenient agreement. We can get ourselves into a lather stating that it really is 8:46, how silly we can be.<br /><br />I like dunes because, if you pay close attention, over weeks, days sometimes you see the movement, the truth of the world.<br /><br /><br />Paul<br /><br />Posted at dailyheadSpa.com</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Priced out of the market</title><category term="Price"/><category term="Sundays"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/11/priced-out-of-the-market.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/11/priced-out-of-the-market.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-11T04:24:57Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T04:24:57Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>You hear it a lot in Australia. First home buyers are being priced out of the market to buy a home.</p>
<p>Surely one of the problems in Australia is that there are so few housing options to choose from. The three-bedroom standard on a housing block, a McMansion with a clutch of bathrooms and a basement pool room and flat/unit/apartment, and that's your lot.</p>
<p>What we need is some lateral thinking.</p>
<p>Here are three sites that help me do that:</p>
<p><a href="http://apps.cadc.auburn.edu/rural-studio/Default.aspx">The Rural Studio</a></p>
<p><a href="http://tinyassapartment.blogspot.com/">The Tiny Ass-Apartment</a></p>
<p><a href="http://tinyhouseblog.com/">Tiny House Blog</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Alcohol and Pills</title><category term="Price"/><category term="Saturdays"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/10/alcohol-and-pills.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/10/alcohol-and-pills.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-10T05:23:51Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T05:23:51Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>The price of fame?</p>
<p>Fred Eaglesmith with his best song.</p>
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<p><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vudWqkXZgLs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p>
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<p>Paul</p>
<p>Posted at dailyheadspa.com</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Paying the price</title><category term="Fridays"/><category term="Price"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/9/paying-the-price.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/9/paying-the-price.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-09T08:17:22Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:17:22Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>Love him or hate him, you can't ignore John Pilger</p>
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<p><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GHn3kKySuVo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>priceless?</title><category term="Price"/><category term="Thursdays"/><category term="price"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/8/priceless.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/8/priceless.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-08T07:47:17Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T07:47:17Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>You know the mastercard ads that show people blissfully spending as the key to their father-son/mother-daughter relationships (and so on)? You ring up that ball glove; those third base line tickets for two; the hotdogs and cokes and voila! priceless family relations are the bonus pack.</p>
<p>Well, here's a little YouTube spoof on those from WikiLeaks. Raising the question, on the surface and in the deeper reaches of our collective psyche, "What price, freedom?"</p>
<p>-just asking,</p>
<p>Jana</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G7kFC6KSNVc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>What price progress?</title><category term="Price"/><category term="Wednesdays"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/7/what-price-progress.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/7/what-price-progress.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-07T06:22:39Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:22:39Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>How about this from Cornell University, by Susan Lang</p>
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<p>Diners in an "upscale casual" restaurant spent an average of $5.55 -- about 8 percent -- more when the menu did not use dollar signs, reports a Cornell study published in the International Journal of Hospitality Management (28:1).<br />"Changing the menu typography is like picking the low-hanging fruit," says doctoral student Sybil Yang, who co-authored the study with Sheryl E. Kimes, professor of operations management at the School of Hotel Administration, and Mauro Sessarego of the Culinaty Institute of America in Hyde Park, N.Y. "The yield may not be large, but it is easy to do, and there is very little downside to form a typographical strategy for the menu," Yang said.<br />However, the researchers found no difference in spending when the prices were listed as numerals with dollar signs or were spelled out.<br />One possible reason why diners spend less when the word "dollars" or the dollar sign is used is that "references to dollars, in words or symbol, reminds people of the 'pain of paying,'" said Kimes, the Singapore Tourism Board Distinguished Professor of Asian Hospitality Management at the Cornell School of Hotel Administration.<br />The researchers based their conclusions on a study of 201 diners at a caf&eacute; at the Culinary Institute of America. Diners were randomly given one of the three menus, on which prices were written as numerals with the dollar sign; as numerals without the dollar sign; or spelled out. For example, the price was listed either as 20, $20 or twenty dollars.<br />The study is available free from the Center for Hospitality Research at <a href="http://www.hotelschool.cornell.edu/research/chr/pubs/reports/2009.html.">http://www.hotelschool.cornell.edu/research/chr/pubs/reports/2009.html.</a></p>
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<p>Paul<br /><br />Posted at dailyheadSpa.com</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Price, worth, cost</title><category term="Price"/><category term="Tuesdays"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/6/price-worth-cost.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/6/price-worth-cost.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-06T11:30:24Z</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:30:24Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>Price, worth, cost. They might all mean the same thing, or they might not.<br /><br />Price - what the owners or seller is trying to get for a thing.<br /><br />Worth - what a thing is actually worth to me.<br /><br />Cost - all that it actually costs to get; the cost to get it from where it is to where I want it, cost to insure it, maintain it, fix it, worry about it, think about it, dispose of it.<br /><br />Paul<br /><br />Posted at dailyheadSpa.com</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The true price</title><category term="Mondays"/><category term="Price"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/6/the-true-price.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/6/the-true-price.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-06T06:18:38Z</published><updated>2011-12-06T06:18:38Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>Here is a story. I have no idea if it actually happened and I don&rsquo;t care, I know it is true <br /><br />Someone broke into a high-end jewelry store and all they did was switch around all the price tags.<br /><br /><br />Paul<br /><br />Posted at dailyheadSpa.com</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Summer You Learned to Swim </title><category term="Summer"/><category term="Sundays"/><id>http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/4/the-summer-you-learned-to-swim.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com/dailyheadspa-blog/2011/12/4/the-summer-you-learned-to-swim.html"/><author><name>dailyheadspa</name></author><published>2011-12-04T04:33:01Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T04:33:01Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-AU"><![CDATA[<p>The Summer You Learned to Swim <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;for Lea <br /><br />The summer you learned to swim<br />was the summer I learned to be at peace with myself.<br />In May you were afraid to put your face in the water<br />But by August, I was standing in the pool once more<br />when you dove in, then retreated to the wall saying<br />You forgot to say Sugar! So I said&nbsp;Come on Sugar, you can do it<br />and you pushed off and swam to me and held on<br />laughing, your hair stuck to your cheeks&mdash;<br />you hiccupped with joy and swam off again.<br /><br />And I dove in too, trying new things.<br />I tried not giving advice. I tried waking early to pray. I tried<br />not rising in anger. Watching you I grew stronger&mdash;<br />your courage washed away my fear.<br /><br />All day I worked hard thinking of you.<br />In the evening I walked the long hill home.<br />You were at the top, waving your small arms,<br />pittering down the slope to me and I lifted you high<br />so high to the moon. That summer all the world <br />was soul and water, light glancing off peaks. <br />You learned the turtle, the cannonball, the froggy, and the flutter<br />And I learned to stand and wait for you to swim to me.<br /><br />Michael Simms<br /><br />Paul<br /><br />Posted at <a href="http://www.dailyheadspa.com">dailyheadSpa.com</a><br /><br /></p>]]></content></entry></feed>
