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 Important. And pass it on…
SGT Roy Batty: It was beautiful, once, in that brief, halcyon era of aggressive building, fueled by rising oil prices and the limitless credit of the newest despot on the block, in a yesterday where the Americans were friends, Arab-on-Persian warfare was still a few years away, and the power of Tikrit’s favorite son ran unchecked. In that gleaming age, this building was a shopping…
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.
[Update — 12 March — Andrew adds Bob Novak to the mix.]
Andrew Sullivan this morning gives a nod of agreement to Dinesh D’Souza’s hypothesis that President George Bush sent American men and women into harm’s way; to suffer, be wounded and die in Iraq because he wanted to mimic John Wayne as the new sheriff in town. But he forgets Iraq was in the cards before 11 September.
And I thought I was cynical.
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 A Strategy For Daily Living by Ari Kiev.
“Wealth is in applications of mind to nature; and the art of getting rich consists not in industry, much less in saving, but in a better order, in timeliness, in being at the right spot.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
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 shovel full is Timeline.
SGT Brandon White: He was that tiny baby, who stared in bright-eyed wonder; into his mother”s eyes, the blanket of security that he was under. He was that three-foot toddler, who let you have it; when he asked his Daddy, if you were pregnant. He was that neighbor boy, who was always into something; he pulled your flowers, and sent your hubcaps sailing. He was…
Part of being a good citizen of the blogosphere is visiting, reading and, most importantly, taking the time to leave a comment on other’s blogs. It’s all about the conversation. In the interest of setting an example I’ve decided to link to those blog posts that have compelled me to leave a comment.
0843 “Tons of Planes Streak The Sky Over Akron
0705 The Dead – Billy Collins Animated Poem
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 Indians and a West Virginia Hillbilly were walking through the woods. All of a sudden one of the Indians ran up a hill to the mouth of a small cave. “Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!”he called into the cave and listened closely until he heard an answering, “Wooooo! Wooooo! Woooooo! He then tore off his clothes and ran into the cave.
The Hillbilly was puzzled and asked the remaining Indian what it was all about. “Was the other Indian crazy or what?” The Indian replied “No, It is our custom during mating season when Indian men see cave, they holler ‘Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!’ into the opening. If they get an answer back, it means there’s a beautiful woman in there waiting for us.”
Just then they came upon another cave. The second Indian ran up to the cave, stopped, and hollere d, “Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!” Immediately, there was the answer. “Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!”from deep inside. He also tore off his cl othes and ran into the opening.
The Hillbilly wandered around in the woods alone for a while, and then spied a third large cave. As he looked in amazement at the size of the huge opening, he was thinking, “Hoo, man! Look at the size of this cave! It is bigger than those the Indians found. There must be some really big, fine women in this cave!” He stood in front of the opening and hollered with all his might “Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!”
Like the others, he then heard an answering call, “WOOOOOOOOO, WOOOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOO!”
With a gleam in his eye and a smile on his face, he raced into the cave, tearing off his clothes as he ran.
The following day, the headline of the local newspaper read: Naked Hillbilly Run Over By Train.
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 A Strategy For Daily Living by Ari Kiev.
Behaviors to modify – cease creating clutter: toss, act or file.
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 Broken Mirrors: A Theory of Autism.
I was a high school senior when the wheels came off of President Richard Nixon’s administration. I remember not having any interest in the Watergate Hearings and that shocked people who knew me. How could I not be glued to the TV? they’d ask. My reply was that there wasn’t anything new there for me.
I’d known that Nixon was a bad actor in 1968. It just took the rest of the country five years and a landslide election to catch up with me.
So, while I continue to applaud the gradual awakenings of Conservatives and Republicans like Andrew Sullivan, I’m finding myself less and less interested in their realizations.
I think I’m really channeling my inner Sparky.
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.
So, you think you know everything?
“Stewardesses” is the longest word typed with only the left hand and “lollipop” with your right. No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple. “Dreamt” is the only English word that ends in the letters “mt.” (Are you doubting this?)
Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.
There are only four words in the English language which end in “dous”: tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous. There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in order: “abstemious” and “facetious.”
Typewriter is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.
A cat has 32 muscles in each ear. A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds. A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes. A snail can sleep for three years. An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.
A “jiffy” is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.
Almonds are a member of the peach family. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite!
Babies are born without kneecaps They don’t appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age.
February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon. In the last 4,000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.
Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated. The cruise liner, QE2, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel that it burns.
The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.
The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely solid.
Women blink nearly twice as much as men.
Now you know everything!
For several months now I’ve been reading Life Hack a couple times a week. I’m a total geek for organizational systems. I’ve re-read the three Grandmasters on the topic — Dale Carnegie, Napoleon Hill and my personal hero, Charles Hobbs — dozens of times and I constantly make new discoveries when I do.
This past week I created an aid that I’m particularly happy with and I, in the spirit of Life Hack, thought I’d share it with my readers.
For nearly 15 years before I bought my first laptop back in ’98, I used the Day Timer two-pages-per-day 24-hour, pocket-size planner to do all my daily action lists. I really loved that system, but once I had the laptop it became more and more difficult to write what I could just type.
The downside of typing lists and appointments into Outlook or any one of dozens of other computer programs is that if the planning-program window is hidden behind something else it’s too easy to forget about it. I need something in my face.
So I started taping index cards to my laptop.
But I was unhappy with that for two reasons: first, it was a hassle taping the card down and peeling off the old tape every day; and second, my handwriting sucks. I needed a better attachment system and a way to print my lists onto index cards.
Scrap booking provided the solution to the first problem. I bought a box of transparent photo corners and placed four of them on the lower, left-hand corner of my key pad to hold a 3×5-inch index card.
My trusty HP IIIP laser printer provided the second solution.
Using the table function in my word processor, I created a 3×3 table and resized it to match my index cards. Next I made the top and bottom rows 1/4-inch and merged the three middle cells into two cells.
Lastly, I grayed-out or hid all of the table lines so that they wouldn’t print on the index card itself, inserted a fresh card and typed my action list onto this template.
It really is a lot better to be able to see the card there right now, resting underneath my left wrist as a reminder. Even the feel of the card there encourages me to look at the list many times a day.
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 A Strategy For Daily Living by Ari Kiev.
Keep alert for situations that generate the five great enemies of peace: avarice, believing that I need certain things when I probably don”t, and feeling that what I depend on will be taken from me; ambition, dissatisfaction with myself and my activities to the point where I set unattainable goals and become to focused on outcomes; envy, irrational comparison of what others have achieved and what I have achieved.
Lack of what others posses does not cause frustration, but failure to develop your assets does; anger, destroys incentive. Must I depend upon others” opinions; pride, the mature individual acknowledges his limitations, acts humbly and tolerates differences with others. Distress vanishes with the admission of fallibility.
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 bit of shovel work is the Timecave.
Rob: Men go to war with three things: equipment that is unreliable, their fellow comrades, and their training. The last two bring them back alive and with an earful of war stories. [We don’t fight for a flag, a Constitution, a country or even the family back home. When you’re in it you fight for the person on your left and the person on your right.]
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