Sunday, February 22, 2009

February 22, 2009


Quotes of the week

·         Money is not power. I think that the real power is control over oneself. You can see people in power right now who have no control over themselves and that means they really have no power.~Roland Halle

·         I don't have anything against work. I just figure, why deprive somebody who really loves it. ~Dobie Gillis
  • "The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you." ~David Foster Wallace
·         You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 today and we don't know where the hell she is. ~Ellen DeGeneres
  • You’re not getting older; you’re getting better…medication~ Red Green

Meditation of the week

Aging is not easy, but what's our alternative?
- Helen Casey

The kind of attitude we developed over our lives determined how we saw every detail of each experience. Even now our attitude holds us hostage. The misunderstanding that many of us have is that we think we can't really change how we see our world. Nothing is further from the truth. We can make a large or small shift in our perceptions instantly. The outcome is that everything about our lives changes from that moment forward. Thus, how we perceive the aging process is controlled by our willingness to look at it again.

Helen has aged gracefully. At 86, she still finds time for making new friends, three bridge clubs a week, daily mass and frequent communication with her children and relatives. She carries a positive, hopeful attitude with her wherever she goes, which inspires others, young and old.

It wouldn't appear that aging has been hard on Helen. But the truth of the matter is that she has suffered many losses. What she has managed to hold onto, though, is her willingness to see every "glass as half full."

How lucky we are that we can "tinker" with our attitude for as long as we're alive, and if we aren't completely happy, we have work to do. As Helen says, there is no alternative to aging, except death. What happens now is up to us.

I am only as old as I decide to feel today.

Poem of the Week

6 by Gary Snyder

"In that year, 1914, we lived on the farm
And the relatives lived with us.
A banner year for wild blackberries
Dad was crazy about wild blackberries
No berries like that now.
You know Kitsap County was logged before
The turn of the century—it was easiest of all,
Close to water, virgin timber,
When I was a kid walking about in the
Stumpland, wherever you'd go a skidroad
Puncheon, all overgrown.
We went up one like that, fighting our way through
To its end near the top of a hill:
For some reason wild blackberries
Grew best there. We took off one morning
Right after milking: rode the horses
To a valley we'd been to once before
Hunting berries, and hitched the horses.
About a quarter mile up the old road
We found the full ripe of berrytime—
And with only two pails—so we
Went back home, got Mother and Ruth,
And filled lots of pails. Mother sent letters
To all the relatives in Seattle:
Effie, Aunt Lucy, Bill Moore,
Forrest, Edna, six or eight, they all came
Out to the farm, and we didn't take pails
Then: we took copper clothes-boilers,
Wash-tubs, buckets, and all went picking.
We were canning for three days."

Author of the week

It's the birthday of novelist and short-story writer David Foster Wallace, (books by this author) born in Ithaca, New York (1962). He was a nationally ranked junior tennis player. He went to college at Amherst, where he majored in philosophy and English. For his senior thesis, he wrote a work of fiction. And when he was 24, that thesis was published as his first novel: The Broom of the System (1987).
He decided to write a novel about a future America where everyone is addicted to something — sports, drugs, sex, or entertainment. It was 1,079 pages long, filled with footnotes, complicated sentences, literary and pop culture allusions, and philosophy. And that novel was Infinite Jest (1996), which became a best-seller despite being so long and so difficult.
David Foster Wallace suffered from depression for more than 20 years, and last year he committed suicide at the age of 46. He said: "The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you."

“You couldn’t make this stuff up, I dare you to even try” of the week

Pat Robertson, on Rush Limbaugh's hope that the new president fails:

"That was a terrible thing to say, I mean, he's the president of all the country. If he succeeds, the country succeeds. And if he doesn't, it hurts us all. Anybody who would pull against our president is not exactly thinking rationally."

Other examples of Pat Robertson’s rational thinking:

"Lord, give us righteous judges who will not try to legislate and dominate this society. Take control, Lord! We ask for additional vacancies on the court."

"I know this is painful for the ladies to hear, but if you get married, you have accepted the headship of a man, your husband. Christ is the head of the household and the husband is the head of the wife, and that's the way it is, period."
"Just like what Nazi Germany did to the Jews, so liberal America is now doing to the evangelical Christians. It's no different. It is the same thing. It is happening all over again. It is the Democratic Congress, the liberal-based media and the homosexuals who want to destroy the Christians. Wholesale abuse and discrimination and the worst bigotry directed toward any group in America today. More terrible than anything suffered by any minority in history."

Video of the week

Websites of the week

http://www.randombuddha.com/

High Dynamic Range-technique (HDR) can create incredibly beautiful pictures which blur our sense of the difference between reality and illusion.
You’re not getting older; you’re getting better…medication~ Red Green

Your presidents weekly address and much more is at http://www.whitehouse.gov/

The funniest show on TV is www.thedailyshow.com

And finally, the culmination of millennia of scientific endeavor

Sunday, February 15, 2009

February 15th 2009


Quotes of the week

I hold the maxim no less applicable to public than to private affairs, that honesty is always the best policy.
~George Washington

Honesty in a person means nothing until he is tested under circumstances when he is sure he could get away with dishonesty.
~Unknown

Anyone who would to-day learn the art of effective speech may well give careful attention to reading aloud.
~T. A. Clark

Yet in the meanwhile I will not deny that it is profitable to contemplate from time to time in the mind, as in a picture, the idea of a larger and better world; lest the mind, becoming wonted to the little things of everyday life, grow narrow and settle down altogether to mean businesses.
~Thomas Burnet

Meditation of the week

No person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave.
--Calvin Coolidge

There's really only one way to achieve self-respect and that is to act respectably. We can't go back and undo our past. But we can act and behave respectably today, so that when we close our eyes tonight to go to sleep, we can say we have self-respect. A day at a time or an hour at a time, it's our actions now that count. If we put our self-respect on hold, saying something like "I'll have self-respect when I graduate," or "I'll have self-respect when I get a good job," we are putting off what we should do today. But when we live in the present, knowing it's all we have, we can give our best effort to life today.

Today let me treat myself and all those I encounter with respect.

Songwriter of the week

Sarah Groves

You Cannot Lose My Love

 (For Lee and Rob and for Pam)

You will lose your baby teeth.
At times, you'll lose your faith in me.
You will lose a lot of things,
But you cannot lose my love.

You may lose your appetite,
Your guiding sense of wrong and right.
You may lose your will to fight,
But you cannot lose my love.

You will lose your confidence.
In times of trial, your common sense.
You may lose your innocence,
But you cannot lose my love.

Many things can be misplaced;
Your very memories be erased.
No matter what the time or space,
You cannot lose my love.
You cannot lose,
You cannot lose,
You cannot lose my love.

Good Idea of the week

Always on My Mind

The image of a drug dealer driving a Mercedes is a Hollywood favorite, so maybe it's not surprising that the African-American preacher, speaking on a panel about how to shut down urban drug markets, went for the cliché. It's hard to get the dealers off the corners and into straight jobs, said the preacher, since selling drugs pays so well. A voice piped up. "This is not true," said David Kennedy. "They're scraping by, living at home." Kennedy offered advice: when confronting dealers who say they're getting rich, tell them, "I'm calling bulls–––."
January 31, 2009 | National News | By Suzanne Smalley
And

A Turnaround Strategy

We're better at creating enemies in Afghanistan than friends. Here's how to fix that—and the war, too.
By Fareed Zakaria | NEWSWEEK Published Jan 31, 2009

Websites of the week

Parkinson’s on Frontline

Love Is a Chemical Reaction, Scientists Find

America, Rebuilt The projects begun by the New Deal

Your weekly address and much more is at http://www.whitehouse.gov/

The funniest show on TV is www.thedailyshow.com

And finally, the culmination of millennia of scientific endeavor

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Delete Me First for February 8, 2009


Quotes of the week

"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds."
It’s a cruel universe who has played this trick on men and women, made us so very different, and yet attracted us, one to another!~Dave S.
When every autumn people said it could not last through the winter, and when every spring there was still no end in sight, only the hope that out of it all some good would accrue to mankind kept men and nations fighting. When at last it was over, the war had many diverse results and one dominant one transcending all others: disillusion.
~Barbara Tuchman

Poem of the Week

Sky Blue and Black

by Jackson Browne

In the calling out to one another
Of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
Of the seagulls circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low

I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty
Of the promises we made

If you ever need holding
Call my name, Ill be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, Ill see you through
Sky blue and black

Where the touch of the lover ends
And the soul of the friend begins
There’s a need to be separate and a need to be one
And a struggle neither wins
Where you gave me the world I was in
And a place I could make a stand
I could never see how you doubted me
When Id let go of your hand

Yeah, and I was much younger then
And I must have thought that I would know
If things were going to end

And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it’ll never fold back
Sky blue and black

And I’d have fought the world for you
If I thought that you wanted me to
Or put aside what was true or untrue
If I’d known that’s what you needed
What you needed me to do

But the moment has passed by me now
To have put away my pride
And just come through for you somehow

If you ever need holding
Call my name, I’ll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I’ll see you through

You’re the color of the sky
Reflected in each store-front window pane
You’re the whispering and the sighing
Of my tires in the rain
You’re the hidden cost and the thing that’s lost
In everything I do
Yeah and Ill never stop looking for you
In the sunlight and the shadows
And the faces on the avenue
That’s the way love is
That’s the way love is
That’s the way love is
Sky blue and black

Author of the week

Of The Terrible Doubt Of Appearances

 

Good Idea of the week

Health Is a Human Right

By Paul Farmer

Video of the week

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President Obama’s video of the Week

After

Websites of the week

Man Buys Dinner for his Mugger

Google Earth 5.0 travels oceans, time, and space

And finally, the culmination of millennia of scientific endeavor

Sunday, February 1, 2009


Quotes of the week

·         Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
Mark Twain
·         The ability to focus attention on important things is a defining characteristic of intelligence.
Robert J. Shiller, Irrational Exuberance
·         There is a higher form of patriotism than nationalism, and that higher form is not limited by the boundaries of one's country; but by a duty to mankind to safeguard the trust of civilization.
Oscar S. Strauss
·         What a monk thinks he dares to do.
Proverb, (French)

 

Meditation of the week

“For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?’ And whenever the answer has been ‘No’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.” –
Steve Jobs, in Commencement Address to Stanford students

 

Poem of the Week

Letter Home

I love you forever
my father's letter tells her
for forty-nine pages,
from the troopship crossing the Atlantic
before they'd ever heard of Anzio.

He misses her, the letter says,
counting out days of boredom, seasickness,
and changing weather,
poker games played for matches
when cash and cigarettes ran out,
a Red Cross package—soap,
cards, a mystery book he traded away
for The Rubaiyyat a bunkmate didn't want.
He stood night watch and thought
of her. Don't forget the payment
for insurance, he says.

My mother waits at home with me,
waits for the letter he writes day by day
moving farther across the ravenous ocean.
She will get it in three months and
her fingers will smooth the Army stationery
to suede.

He will come home, stand
beside her in the photograph, leaning
on crutches, holding
me against the rough wool
of his jacket. He will sit
alone and listen to Aïda

and they will pick up their
interrupted lives. Years later,
she will show her grandchildren
a yellow envelope with
forty-nine wilted pages telling her

of shimmering sequins on the water,
the moonlight catching sudden phosphorescence,
the churned wake that stretched a silver trail.
"Letter Home" by Ellen Steinbaum, from Container Gardening. © Custom Words, 2008. Reprinted with permission.

 

Author of the week

Anton Chekhov

Difficult People

http://www.online-literature.com/anton_chekhov/1185/

Good Idea of the week

Newspapers from around the world

President Obama’s video of the Week

Websites of the week

Mac at 25: Readers reminisce

Mad Men is a great TV series

Napping: the expert's guide

And finally, the culmination of millennia of scientific endeavor

Wikihow How to do anything