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.
1557 Concentrating hip
1644 Jewish House Rock: How to spell Channukkaa
Earlier this year I was fortunate enough to hear Dr. Temple Grandin speak in Cleveland. She gave me a number of insights into my students with Autism and helped me to better shape the strategies I use. The brain is fascinating beyond belief. Everything is in there. We just have to figure out how to read it.
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 Charlestonian’s Recollections 1846-1913 by Daniel Elliot Huger Smith.
The XIV Amendment to the Constitution was never legally adopted and ratified, yet this and the XV Amendment have given birth to an amount of usurpation, injustice, fraud and misrule that would stagger a Mexican.
To “encamp outside the Constitution” as a temporary expedient of revolutionary politics is doubtless efficacious, but he cruel effect ahs been that the country has been kept thus encamped for two generations, and it has been necessary to fortify this encampment by “interpretations,” rendered from time to time by the Supreme Court. p. 162
From SGT Sack: The weather here in Iraq has been phenomenal of late. Back home I’m sure you are familiar with the term Top 10 day. I would say that we have had roughly 40 Nebraska Top 10 days in a row at lovely LSA Anaconda. The high has been around 65 or 70, with very little breeze, and sunny. It really doesn’t get much better in my book. The low has been…
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.
Only seven days until Christmas…
Q: Why did Santa spell Christmas N-O-E?
A: Because the angel had said, “No L!”
Q: What goes Ho, Ho, Swoosh, Ho, Ho, Swoosh?
A: Santa caught in a revolving door!
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 Charlestonian”s Recollections 1846-1913 by Daniel Elliot Huger Smith.
The police, largely composed of negroes, [In “76. JH] stood idly by, and permitted, indeed encouraged, the shameful deeds of violence. p. 150
From SSG Emily Joy Schwenkler: It is extremely hard to be here and not question the people and events that led to our being here. I don’t question my own personal choice to be here. I ran, not walked, to my local recruiter with the desire to serve my country. And I am much more fortunate than many soldiers serving here. I am on a large, well maintained FOB (Forward…
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.
Only eight days until Christmas…
Q: What do snowmen eat for breakfast?
A: Snowflakes.
Q: Why did the elf push his bed into the fireplace?
A: He wanted to sleep like a log.
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 Charlestonian”s Recollections 1846-1913 by Daniel Elliot Huger Smith.
Dr. Joseph A. Huger was for a considerable time Quarantine Officer of the Port of Savannah… He must have been about the first who destroyed [mosquitoes] by putting oil in the water. He told me that a spoon full or two of sweet oil poured into the cistern spread over the surface and prevented the escape of the young mosquito. p. 147
From Grunt MP: The responses to my post/memorial to my fallen comrade, Scott Lundell, and the responses to others posts on this blog, brought to my attention the fact that many people have a difficult time differentiating between Iraq and Afghanistan, and the very different reasons for entering into these two very different conflicts. I implore you to arm yourself…
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.
Only nine days until Christmas…
Q: What did the ghosts say to Santa Claus?
A: We’ll have a boo Christmas without you.
Q: What did Santa shout to his toys on Christmas Eve?
A: Okay everyone, sack time!
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 Charlestonian”s Recollections 1846-1913 by Daniel Elliot Huger Smith.
In 1867 was the beginning of the Cotillion Club…. About a dozen of us, headed by Captain Joseph Manigault, agreed to pay for a band, and once a week or perhaps twice a month Miss McKay would invite a number of ladies to meet us, and at her house we dance the German Cotillion. p. 143
From SGT “Roy Batty” : The ocean is deep, shadowed dark, full of the keening whispers of whale song and the lunar musing of the tide. I swim mindlessly in the liquid womb of its embrace, the half-felt shadows of distant sharks sliding over the sun-dappled pillars of light above, undulating. Life is safe, unseen but bodyfelt, bloodwarm and thick with the musk of…
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.
Only 10 days until Christmas…
Q: What do you call a bunch of grandmasters of chess bragging about their games in a hotel lobby?
A: Chess nuts boasting in an open foyer!
Q: What do you get if you deep fry Santa Claus?
A: Crisp Cringle.
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 Charlestonian”s Recollections 1846-1913 by Daniel Elliot Huger Smith.
Through all those years therefore it was believed to be the duty of every able-bodied white man to be present at the poll of his precinct to over-awe the masses of blacks against whom the police were, or professed to be, impotent. p. 141
From Eric Coulson: It’s that time again; time for the evening repast. I dread the 700-meter walk to the dining facility; the sun is down, a moonless, cloudless night, the chill wind blowing from the east, from Baghdad and Falluja. It will be so cold and dark; there is no external lighting on Camp Ramadi. Illumination is provided by the headlights of trucks and tanks, sparkling the…
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.
Only 11 days until Christmas…
Q: What do you call a cat on the beach at Christmas time?
A: Sandy Claus!
Q: How do sheep in Mexico say Merry Christmas?
A: Fleece Navidad!
Compared to that man sitting across the room,
Marooned with his drink
And yellow notebook, trying to write
A way off his little island.
From Crusoe by George Bilgere.
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 Charlestonian”s Recollections 1846-1913 by Daniel Elliot Huger Smith.
Yet in those years after the war I was not heedless of the need of combination for general protection. The streets of Charleston were shamefully insecure. Men and women were constantly liable to insult and injury, and at times mobs of disorderly negroes would parade the streets with foul threats.
I think every respectable white man in the city must have belonged to the organization for mutual protection. This had precinct and ward commanders. There were a number of “summoners” whose duty it was to summon each man to attend, armed, at the gathering point of his squad….
Our gathering point was a the corner of Church and Atlantic Streets. The next to the north was at the corner of Queen and Church Streets, and to the west at King and Lamboll… p. 140
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