I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is Polynapping MP3 Soundtrack.
SPC Freeman: War and faith, it seems to me, must always have had a close relationship. Ironic, since many mainline forms of religion would consider war antithetical to their charters. That being said, for those close to death, there are few more effective salves for the spirit than faith. Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu, or Pagan — the true…
Helped are those who are enemies of their own racism: they live in harmony with the citizens of this world, and not with those of the world of their ancestors, which has passed away, and which they shall never see again. p. 134
In honor of Terry Kanago, the most loving person I know, and her comment that inspired me, I present a daily passage from Shug’s gospel. It is my hope that readers will contribute their own Helpeds so that we’ll never run out of reminders that as Alice Walker wrote: to bless means to help.
But reading was never dead with the kids. Au contraire, right now it’s probably healthier than the adult version, which has to cope with what seems like at least 400 boring and pretentious ”literary novels” each year.
While the bigheads have been predicting (and bemoaning) the postliterate society, the kids have been supplementing their Potter with the narratives of Lemony Snicket, the adventures of teenage mastermind Artemis Fowl, Philip Pullman’s challenging His Dark Materials trilogy, the Alex Rider adventures, Peter Abrahams’ superb Ingrid Levin-Hill mysteries, the stories of those amazing traveling blue jeans. And of course we must not forget the unsinkable (if sometimes smelly) Captain Underpants.
Also, how about a tip of the old tiara to R.L. Stine, Jo Rowling’s jovial John the Baptist? Stephen King
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
It has been scientifically proven that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than kilo of Escherichia coli (E. coli) bacteria found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop. However, we do not run that risk when drinking wine (or rum, whiskey, beer or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling or filtering and/or fermenting.
Water = poop
Wine = HEALTH
Ergo: It’s better to drink wine and talk stupid than to drink water and be full of shit.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I am doing it as a public service
My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.
This is a passage I copied from We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting For by Alice Walker.
And why is it considered evil and obscene in a patriarchal world? Because it is a remnant of the worship of the Mother, a gesture of gratitude and blessing, that European civilization has denied and tried to wipe out. p. 127
I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is PocketMod For Every Occasion.
Eddie: Our battalion had a lucky day recently. One guy was shot in the hand while on guard duty, by a small caliber weapon. Another guy was shot in the head on guard, but nothing serious; again by a small caliber weapon. A third guy out in sector was shot in the head by a sniper. The round entered the front of his helmet, traveled along the top of his…
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.
This is a passage I copied from We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting For by Alice Walker.
I would certainly never consent to guide my own life by any religion that teaches the inferiority of women and the degradation of people of color. Or the acceptance that poverty is inevitable and husbands should control wives. That people should be stoned for any reason whatsoever. p. 117
August is an empty Paris of the mind and I’ll be filling it with tool-sharpening tasks like getting all my books up on the wall. I have to eliminate about 100 books that are already up there. This afternoon I’ve added the following 12 books to my book crossing file and I’ll be placing them out at the Lee-Road Phoenix in the morning. Enjoy.
Chaining The Lady by Piers Anthony, The Golem”s Eye by Jonathan Stroud, Life Strategies by Phillip McGraw, Ogre, Ogre by Piers Anthony, Prodigal Daughter by Jeffrey Archer, Self Matters by Phillip McGraw, Self Matters Companion by Phillip McGraw, Solo Kill by S. Kye Boult, Tamarind Seed by Evelyn Anthony, Vicious Circle by Piers Anthony, Wild Animus by Rich Shapero and The Worst Hard Time by Timothy Eagan.
I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is Improve Your Mind by Reading the Classics.
SANDBOX DUTY OFFICER David Stanford: The remarkable animated short film below was adapted from Colby Buzzell’s book My War: Killing Time in Iraq. The piece was created by director Richard Robbins as part of his award-winning documentary Operation Homecoming: Writing the Wartime Experience, which evolved out of a National Endowment of…
You are walking down the street in New York City with $10 of disposable income in your pocket. You come to a corner with a hot dog vendor on one side and a beggar on the other. The beggar looks like he”s been drinking; the hot dog vendor looks like an upstanding citizen. How, if at all, do you distribute the $10 in your pocket, and why? Stephen J. Dubner
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Two guys and a woman were sitting in a bar talking about their lives.
One guy said, “I’m a YUPPIE. You know, Young Urban Professional.”
The second guy said, “I’m a DINK. You know, Double Income No Kids.”
They then asked the woman, “What are you?”
She replied, “I’m a WIFE. You know, Wash, Iron, Feck, Etc.”
My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.
This is a passage I copied from We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting For by Alice Walker.
The time of the lone wolf, Capitalism, for instance, is indeed over. I cannot possibly sustain itself without gobbling up the world. p. 77
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