Friday, September 22, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/22/06

Following from yesterday's "artists on music" quotes, here are a few quotes about color and painting, from the perspective of musicians.

Arthur Rubinstein
I'm passionately involved in life: I love its change, its color, its movement. To be alive, to be able to see, to walk, to have houses, music, paintings - it's all a miracle.

Luciano Pavarotti
It's better to have a good acoustic, so you use all the color of your voice.

Leopold Stokowski
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.

Robert Schumann
The painter turns a poem into a painting; the musician sets a picture to music.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Sailing Again?

Yep, I'm heading out. Will post if I can on Friday, and then sporadically over the next two weeks.

Talk amongst yourselves....

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/21/06

Today's quotes are about harmony, from the perspective of famous painters. I like this because I went looking for things related to musical harmony, and found canvas instead. For fun, I've linked each artist's name to one of their paintings that I particularly like. I also went with self-portraits for each artist, just for fun.

Vincent Van Gogh

Still, there is a calm, pure harmony, and music inside of me.

Georges Seurat

Art is harmony. Harmony is the analogy of contrary and of similar elements of tone, of color and of line, conditioned by the dominate key, and under the influence of a particular light, in gay, calm, or sad combinations.

Pablo Picasso

The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.

Quote of the Day, 9/20/06

On silence... the good, the bad and the ugly:

Mother Teresa
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

Martin Luther King, Jr.
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

George Bernard Shaw
Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.

Words on Wednesday: Quote Puzzler

For this week's Words on Wednesday issue, I offer a review of a nifty little site called Quote Puzzler. The puzzles on this site are great for bending and stretching the mind, shaking out the cobwebs, and engaging in a little healthy competition. Oh, and there are prizes and a good chat forum too. Here are the games you'll find at QP:

The Free Games

X-Words - Race against the clock to fill in the missing letters from 5 five-letter words.

My Secret Word - Find the right letters and arrange them to discover the secret word.

In and Out - Similar to hangman, only with each alternating guess you choose a letter that IS in the word, or is NOT in the word.

Word Builder - You are given 12 tiles to place on a game board where a word is already placed. Play and scoring are roughly similar to Scrabble, however, with 12 tiles to play, the word possibilities are better.

The Subscription Games (also available for one week to try without paid subscription)

Top Letters - Use 20 letters to make the best words possible in the shortest time. Each letter may only be used once, and you can make up to 4 total words. Letters in the first word count 4 times, in the second word, 3 times, etc.

Triplet Scramble - Rearrange blocks of letters to spell out a brief quotation.

Quote Puzzler - As the site's creator says, "You can get a Quote Of The Day anywhere...only Quote Puzzler is so cruel we make you unscramble it first."

Coming Soon

In beta testing now, and due to be added to the live mix any moment, is my favorite of all the games, "The Honeycomb."

The Honeycomb - Build words in a hexagonal grid. Use double-letter boxes, bonus points for longer words, and backwards/forwards words to really amp up your score.


Here's a link to some nice things people say about the site. But truly, the best way to sell yourself on it is to try it.

Feel like you don't have time to go to a puzzle site? Well... excluding The Honeycomb and Word Builder, the games above take about 10 minutes to do, in total. The Honeycomb and Word Builder are at your own pace, so you can take as little or as much time as you like. Generally, I take 10 to 15 minutes on Word Builder and 30 on The Honeycomb, so I'm done with all my puzzles in under an hour.

Then I spend 23 hours waiting for the next day's puzzles.

Where's Miss Manners When I Need Her?

Who does these things? It confounds me that there are actually people out there who do things so far beyond the scope of decent behavior....
Who brings their 3 young sons out to a nice neighborhood restaurant, and lets each of the boys watch his personal DVD player at the table? (Yes, 3 sons, 3 personal DVD players. Oh, and a raving lunatic mother who was miserable to the one boy who chose not to watch his DVD.)

Who picks up a pear from a box of free pears, takes a few bites, and then drops the half-eaten pear on the sidewalk? (Sorry, the fact that there are other pears there that have fallen from the tree does not make the sidewalk your trash barrel!)

Who emails an old friend and dis-invites her from officiating or even attending his wedding because she is "too fragile" from post-traumatic stress and might make a scene during his special day? (Thank goodness I don't know the couple well enough to have been invited in the first place!)

Miss Manners might not be enough for these three. I think I need Roz from Night Court.

These are my rants for the week. Feel free to add yours in the comments.

Great Antagonists of Children's Literature - the Winner!

And the winner is... Little Willow!

Some interesting contest info:

- Little Willow submitted 86 entries, accounting for over 1/3 of the total bad guys/gals on the list. I am wondering if Little Willow has the same fascination with badness in children's lit that I do. Or perhaps just a fascination with free coffee.

- I selected the winner by putting a random number next to each entry in an excel spreadsheet, and then picking the lowest. That was Little Willow. For kicks, I tried picking the highest to see what would have happened. That was Little Willow.

- I also want to give a special thanks to Erin, who sent in 36 bad guys/gals for the list. Erin, while I never mentioned a second prize, I do have a couple of free Starbucks beverage coupons I'd love to send your way.

- There were 22 total contributers to this list (not including me), and I am extremely grateful to all of you!

Becky
Christine M
Daisy
Eliza
Erin
Gregory K
Jen
Robinson
Julie Danielson
Kimmy
Leila the great
Libby
Little Willow
Loosy
Mary Lee
Readfaced
Renee
RM1(SS) (ret)
Stephanie
Stidmama
TadMack
Thebookdragon
Tim

Well, the contest is done, but the list is still open. So if you think of any more, please feel free to send them my way at any time.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

One Night in Bangkok

So, yeah, there was a coup in Thailand today.

"The coup went largely unnoticed in Bangkok’s popular tourist districts, where foreigners packed bars and cabarets, oblivious to the activity about two miles away."

3 Things to be Cautious of When Picking Pears

1. When you pick one pear, it is possible that 6 others will fall in sympathy. One or more of these may hit you. Most will land on the pavement, and splatter... on your shoes.

2. When you use the fantastic pear picker like mine (see this post), it has a nasty habit of getting stuck in the branches. You can wrangle it free without too much effort, but the tugging at the tree may also induce sympathy pear suicides (see # 1).

3. Your local squirrels will not admire you. In fact, they will scamper immediately to the tree where you are picking, and to the branch you are trying to pick from. They will then glare down at you while trembling in a "ready to pounce" stance. When you move to the other tree, they will follow. If you persist, they will shake the branches of the trees to induce further pear suicides (see #1). If you manage to annoy them enough to leave, they will go to the top of your roof, again poised for pouncing, and they will holler squirrel obscenities at you while you pick pears off their trees.

Note: this picture is not MY squirrel, but it could be.

More in the Spirit of Being Brief

Drunken Volcano
condenses The New Yorker
into haiku form.



Link via A Year of Reading.

Quote of the Day, 9/19/06

To balance the very loooooooong posts from yesterday, I will be brief today.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt
Be sincere; be brief; be seated.

William Shakespeare (Hamlet)
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief.

Baltasar Gracian
Good things, when short, are twice as good.

Antagonists Contest - Deadline 9PM Eastern

We are up to 226 Great Antagonists of Children's Literature, with just 9 hours to go.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/18/06

In honor of Constitution Day (which celebrates the day the Constitutiton was signed), some quotes from John Adams.

I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture, in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.
...
The United States of America have exhibited, perhaps, the first example of governments erected on the simple principles of nature; and if men are now sufficiently enlightened to disabuse themselves of artifice, imposture, hypocrisy, and superstition, they will consider this event as an era in their history. Although the detail of the formation of the American governments is at present little known or regarded either in Europe or in America, it may hereafter become an object of curiosity. It will never be pretended that any persons employed in that service had interviews with the gods, or were in any degree under the influence of Heaven, more than those at work upon ships or houses, or laboring in merchandise or agriculture; it will forever be acknowledged that these governments were contrived merely by the use of reason and the senses.
...
I am well aware of the toil and blood and treasure that it will cost to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States. Yet through all the gloom I can see the rays of ravishing light and glory. I can see that the end is worth more than the means.

New York Stuff for New York Junkies

Thanks to Tom's contest for Buy-a-Friend-a-Book week, I was introduced to a wonderful site full of all sorts of cool New York City trivia and pictures. I've already ordered three copies of the book, based on 15 minutes spent in fascinated browsing through the site.

Check out Forgotten New York. The site is wonderful. And the book comes out next week.

Happy Constitution and Citizenship Day!

Today is Constitution and Citizenship Day (observed today, the actual holiday being September 17).

In honor of this occasion, here are some interesting points, courtesy of Constitution Facts:

The U.S. Constitution has 4,440 words. It is the oldest and the shortest written constitution of any government in the world.
...
Of the typographical errors in the Constitution, the misspelling of the word Pensylvania” above the signers’ names is probably the most glaring.
...
Thomas Jefferson did not sign the Constitution. He was in France during the Convention, where he served as the U.S. minister. John Adams was serving as the U.S. minister to Great Britain during the Constitutional Convention and did not attend either.
...
The oldest person to sign the Constitution was Benjamin Franklin (81). The youngest was Jonathan Dayton of New Jersey (26).
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The word “democracy” does not appear once in the Constitution.
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When the Constitution was signed, the United States’ population was 4 million. It is now more than 300 million. Philadelphia was the nation’s largest city, with 40,000 inhabitants.
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There was a proposal at the Constitutional Convention to limit the standing army for the country to 5,000 men. George Washington sarcastically agreed with this proposal as long as a stipulation was added that no invading army could number more than 3,000 troops!
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There was initially a question as to how to address the President. The Senate proposed that he be addressed as “His Highness the President of the United States of America and Protector of their Liberties.” Both the House of Representatives and the Senate compromised on the use of “President of the United States.”

Go here for the entire list of Constitution facts and use this Constitution Facts link for all sorts of games, quizzes, documents and other cool things related to U.S. historical documents.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/17/06

People born on this day: William Carlos Williams (physician and poet) and Hank Williams (song writer and singer... no relation). To mark the day, I'm looking at quotes from both, side by side.
Hank Williams

A song ain't nothin' in the world but a story just wrote with music to it.
...
A good song is a good song, and if I'm lucky enough to write it, well....! I get more kick out of writing than I do singing. I reckon I've written a thousand songs and had over 300 published.

-- From "Cold, Cold Heart"

There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you the more we drift apart
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart


William Carlos Williams


Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.
...
When they ask me, as of late they frequently do, how I have for so many years continued an equal interest in medicine and the poem, I reply that they amount for me to nearly the same thing.

-- "Pastoral"

THE little sparrows
hop ingenuously
about the pavement
quarreling
with sharp voices
over those things
that interest
them.
But we who are wiser
shut ourselves in
on either hand
and
no one knows
whether we think good
or evil.

...................Meanwhile,
the old man who goes about
gathering dog-lime
walks in the gutter
without looking up
and his tread
is more majestic than
that of
the Episcopal minister
approaching the pulpit
of a Sunday.
.......These things
astonish me beyond
words.


Raise Your Hand if You've Ever

Raise your hand if you've ever dragged a wagon around the neighborhood selling vegetables from your family's over-producing garden.

I have! At least once it was for the Jerry Lewis telethon, so I had a good cause behind me. But my friend Dori was a raging capitalist as a child, and used to coax me into all sorts of neighborhood sales efforts. At one point, we even discussed going into business selling illustrated poems (I would provide the verse, she the art). That one never panned out, but we sold an impressive amount of candy bars, greeting cards, zucchini and squash.

This afternoon a small cluster of children went up and down my street hollering "Tomatoes! 25 cents! Tomatoes! 25 cents!"

Capitalism is alive and well in today's 7-year-olds. I'm not so sure about fair market pricing: they were cherry tomatoes.

206 Bad Guys Captured!

Yeeee haaaa!

And Little Willow has just taken a decided lead in the # of entries.

Still accepting entries to the contest until 9PM (EDT) Tuesday.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

148 Bad Guys Captured So Far

With just under 4 days to go in the Great Antagonists of Children's Literature contest, we are up to 148 bad guys captured.

I'd love to get to 200. Is it possible?

Erin has certainly done her part. So far 25 of our antagonists have come from her suggestions. That's 25 chances to win the free coffee. Better than a 1 in 6 chance.

Quote of the Day, 9/16/06

I was inspired by this great review from Disco Mermaids. My Saturday night adventure will include tequila, good food, good friends, and my new Choose Your Own Adventure DVD. Today's quote theme, appropriately, is adventure.

G. K. Chesterton
An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Plunge boldly into the thick of life, and seize it where you will, it is always interesting.

Tennessee Williams
Security is a kind of death.

As a postscript, one of the quotes I came across was from Peter Pan: "To die will be an awfully big adventure." Only trouble is, the place I found it credited that quote ... to Aristotle. Somehow, "awfully big adventure" just doesn't sound much like Aristotle to me. What do you think?


Friday, September 15, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/15/06

Some thoughts on Autumny things...

Andrew Wyeth
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.

Annie Dillard
Nature is, above all, profligate. Don't believe them when they tell you how economical and thrifty nature is, whose leaves return to the soil. Wouldn't it be cheaper to leave them on the tree in the first place?

Dorothy Parker
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Buy a Friend a Book Week Approaches

BAFAB week approaches and Debra over at Book-blog is hosting an event. You can win an autographed copy of her book, Trying Neaira, if your entry is chosen. For details on how to play, see this post.

Debra, here is my entry, from my review of an imaginary thriller I'm calling "Spreads like Wildfire." (Johnson is in for a world of trouble tomorrow, according to this story....)

Johnson is alone on the grounds, oblivious that the girls left the Washbrooks’ mansion buzzing with gossip worth reading in a small Maryland newspaper.

A Little Poetry for You (Robert Frost)

Fall seems to be in the air this week, which makes me think of New England and the taste of apples and the smell of wood fires and the sound of leaves sweeping across the earth.

It also makes me think of Robert Frost, who seems like such an autumny poet. For this Poetry Friday, I've selected excerpts from "Mending Wall."
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
...

I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"

...

. . . . . I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
...


Go here for the rest of the poem. It's really quite good, and you'll see I left the classic line out, twice.

I suppose I could have gone with "After Apple-Picking" to be more in line with the Autumn theme, but "Mending Wall" makes me smile more.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/14/06

New hot water heater, rain, water off the pear trees, laundry, thirst, planning two more trips to the Maine coast.... I've got water on the brain today.

Annie Dillard
The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.

William Wordsworth
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

Norman Maclean
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

At Peace with Pears

News from the Pear-Front:

The street-cleaner came, and swerved AROUND the pears and pear puree. I had a very friendly chat with him about this on Tuesday, explaining about the bees, the children who walk by on their way to school, and the smell. I was extremely nice. I am hoping that this Monday's street-cleaning will be an improvement.

The last few days, teenagers have been leaping off my porch steps to get to the pears, now that the lower ones have fallen or been picked. I brought a step ladder out for one of them the other day, fearing otherwise he would break his neck. I made him promise not to leap off the ladder. I also told him that in a few days, I would have another way for him to get to the pears....

Which leads me to my big news. On Tuesday, I ordered this:

It arrived this afternoon, and I've already put it together, and I've picked 5 pears with very little effort. It was dark and raining, so I put off further harvesting till tomorrow.

Boy oh boy, the pears are coming down! Yeeeeee haaaaaah!!!



Earlier posts on pears:
#1 - pretty picture
#2 - confessions of a pear-hater
#3 - pear taste tests

Rowling's Harry Potter Not a Threat to Air Travel Safety

J. K. Rowling's manuscript of Harry Potter book 7 is safe for air travel.

Apparently, Harry Potter almost didn't make it out of the U.S. a few weeks back. Luckily, J. K. Rowling was able to convince security officials that her manuscript posed no immediate threat. See this article for details.

We can all breathe a sigh of relief that Harry Potter did not end up in Scottsboro, Alabama.

Meanwhile, Ms. Rowling, might I suggest you invest in this product?

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/13/06

Coffee, coffee, coffee...

Honore de Balzac
This coffee falls into your stomach... sparks shoot all the way up to the brain. From that moment on, everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; on imagination's orders, sharpshooters sight and fire; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink - for the nightly labor begins and ends with torrents of this black water, as a battle opens and concludes with black powder.


Charles de Secondat Montesquieu
The coffee is prepared in such a way that it makes those who drink it witty: at least there is not a single soul who, on quitting the house, does not believe himself four times wittier than when he entered it.



Words on Wednesday: Trivia Every Word-Maven Should Know

For this week's installment of Words on Wednesday, I offer you a link to this Collection of Word Oddities and Trivia.

Here are the 3 most fun things I learned on a quick browse of this site.

1. There are 10 A's in the name of this Massachusetts lake:
Chargoggagoggmanchauggauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg
I like this one, because I have relatives living close to this lake, and I remember as a child being soooooooo impressed by anyone who could rattle off the name without mistakes.

Myth has it that the translation of Chargoggagogg...maugg is "You fish on your side of the river, I'll fish on my side of the river, nobody fish in the middle." Not true! This humorous translation was made up by a journalist and simply caught on. For the real translation and other fun facts, click on the very long link below.

CHARGOGGAGOGGMANCHAUGGAUGGAGOGGCHAUBUNAGUNGAMAUGG

2. Imagine if you took a list of nth's, for instance, first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and so on to the highest nth you could make. If you alphabetized this list, this is what would be at the TOP of the list:
eight billion eighteen million eighteenth

And here is what would be at the BOTTOM of the list:
two vigintillion two undecillion two trillion two thousand two hundred twenty-third

Why should we care? Well now when we finish a competition in eight billion eighteen million eighteenth place, it will feel like winning.

3. The highest scoring word possible in Scrabble is QUIZZIFY, when played with the Q on one triple-word, the Y on the next triple-word space (over or down), one of the Z's on a double-letter space, and the other Z represented by a blank tile previously played in a different word. The point value for this, including the "bingo" points for using all 7 tiles, would be 419.
That's right, 419.
I know some of my blog readers are people I play Scrabble with online. Watch out, because the second I get QUIZIFY in my tiles, you are doomed, doomed, doomed! In fact, I'm going to make a point of using any blank tiles I get as Z's along the edge, perfectly positioned to prepare for my total Scrabble-world domination.

I've Got a Starbucks Gift Card with Your Name on it

This contest closed on September 19. Please check the Contests list periodically for more contests. Thanks!
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Okay, one thing I've learned in these two months of blogging. Contests get people's attention.

In fact, it was a contest that first drew me into the blogging world -- specifically, the Starbucks Ultimate Coffehouse Challenge, which is where I first found Crossword Bebop and the wonderful community of people who joined forces there to solve the puzzles. At the end of the contest, 3 of the winners were part of the Crossword Bebop multitude. It happened that I had offered some support to each of them, and two sent me Starbucks gift cards as a thank you, which was very kind and much appreciated as a gesture.

Sadly, I don't drink coffee, or pretty much any beverage sold by Starbucks except maybe cocoa and water (ooh, and their good ginger ale)....

So, here I sit, with perfectly wonderful gift cards ($25 each) and no real inspiration to use them. One can only drink so much ginger ale.

Are the coffee-drinkers out there listening? I got free coffee, right here in my hot little hands!

I've decided to hold a few contests to unload these cards. The details of the first follow below. The other contests I don't know about yet, but I'll let you know as soon as I do.

CONTEST #1

Prize: One $25 Starbucks gift card

Contest Topic: Great Antagonists in Children's Books (ha, you thought I'd forgotten about this!)







How to Play: Simply submit your ideas for great antagonists in children's books in the comments of the post that this link takes you to. For EACH antagonist you submit, you will get one entry into the drawing. Submissions are due by 9PM, Eastern, September 19, 2006. The winner will be randomly selected from all entries on September 20, 2006.

Fine Print: If multiple people submit the same antagonist, I will only count the first entry. All submissions must be "bad guys/gals" from kids' books, and will be authenticated by me before being included in the drawing. Residents of the states of Shock, Unconsciousness, or Disbelief are not eligible to participate. Employees of Journey Woman's blog (ooh, that's me!) are not eligible (curses, foiled again!) to particpate.

For everyone who suggested antagonists for this list when it was originally posted, you are already entered -- good job! Keep the suggestions coming for even more chances to win!

A Note to the Non-Kids-Lit Readers of this Blog: I know some of you have hesitated to comment on posts about children's books in the past. Please don't feel that you are excluded from this contest. If you've ever read a children's book, just think of who the bad guys were and throw them in a comment for me. And remember, antagonists range from the sometimes dislikeable to the truly evil, so there's a lot of room in there for plenty of entries.

To refresh your memory about the Great Antagonists list, see this post here, and also this post here.

Oh, and spread the word please. My goal is to get at least 100 antagonists listed, but I think we can get to 200 without too much of a stretch, frankly.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/12/06

I nearly forgot to post a quote today, so in my rush to find a topic, I have landed on forgetting.

Friedrich Nietzsche
To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.

Laurence J. Peter
Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear but forgetting where you heard it.

William James
In the practical use of our intellect, forgetting is as important as remembering.

I Thought I had the Plague, but All Along it Was Only...



Congratulations! You have Leprosy! One of the trademarks of the Middle Ages, it is actually a hard to catch bacterial infection that you probably caught years ago through respiration. Now that it is making itself known, you have noticed white patches on your skin and numbness in your fingers. Things will only go from bad to worse as more areas become numb, making you prone to hurt yourself without knowing it and thus causing massive infections. The good news is you will be given a free bell or clapper! The bad news is you will need this as you travel the countryside unwanted in rags warning people of your approach.



Which Medieval Plague Do You Have?
Take this quiz!





Thanks Liz for sharing!

Monday, September 11, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/11/06

Quotes on friendship. Okay, yes the first quote is from a greeting card writer. But it fits, darn it, so I'm using it!

Susan P. Schutz
Good friends must not always be together; it is the feeling of oneness when distant that proves a lasting friendship.

Samuel Johnson
True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice.

Albert Schweitzer
Impart as much as you can of your spiritual being to those who are on the road with you, and accept as something precious what comes back to you from them.

Things that are Good to Hold on to

I've been at a loss for ideas on how to mark the day today. I have complete writer's block when it comes to the many things one might write about concerning 9/11. A few weeks back I read a quote that said (essentially) the best writing comes from the head instead of the heart.... maybe that's why I'm stuck.

Finally, around 7PM it struck me that today is a day custom-made for wallowing, and yet wallowing seems the exact wrong thing to do. The trick, I decided, was to do something that would renew my commitment to the people in this world whom I love.

Call my mother? Okay, good, but I do that pretty regularly.

Better I think to reach out to someone I've lost touch with, to remind her that I still think of her, and that I still consider her a good friend, even though I've not picked up the phone to call her in a couple of years.

Thank goodness for the internet. Michelle is listed, and now I have her updated address and phone number. And we've had a good long chat. And we've made plans to see each other in a few weeks.

I met Michelle in junior high, on the bleachers in the gymnasium. That would make it... about 25 years ago, maybe 26. It's good to hold on to things like that I think.

Now I'll call my mother.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Quote of the Day, 9/10/06

Some thoughts today about heroes....

Tom Brokaw
Heroes are people who rise to the occasion and slip quietly away.

Edward F. Croker
I have no ambition in this world but one, and that is to be a fireman. The position may, in the eyes of some, appear to be a lowly one; but we who know the work which the fireman has to do believe that his is a noble calling. Our proudest moment is to save lives.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And each man stands with his face in the light of his own drawn sword. Ready to do what a hero can.

9/11

Day starts in sunlight.
Then three thousand birds in flight
and heroes ash-white.
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For a much better poem remembering 9/11, please take the time to read "The New Century" by Linsey Abrams here.
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Thanks to Susan over at Chicken Spaghetti, who linked to Abrams' poem for poetry Friday.

Pear-Hating, a Follow-up

An update to the pear battles, recorded faithfully, this 10th day of September, 2006

Small boy in front of my house:
"It says free pears! Look! The sign says free pears! They're free!"

Me, inside the house, thinking:
"Please, please take the pears. Take them all away. Pick more. I'll get the ladder."

Two children outside my house:
Laughter, giggling, indecipherable chatter. This goes on for a while.

Me, inside the house, thinking:
"What is so amusing, and are they still in front of my house? Didn't they take the pears yet?"

So I walk to my front door, and see two children sitting on my front steps next to the box of pears. The boy is about 4, the girl 5 or 6. The boy, cute as a button, is putting a pear back in the box. The pear has two bites taken out of it.

Me, actually thinking I am smarter than the 4-year-old:
"Oh, don't put it back! Please throw the pear away if you don't want to finish it."

Me, taking a closer look at the 20 pears in the box:
"Oh no! You took bites out of all the pears?"

Small boy, picking up another pear and grinning:
"Not yet!"

(I never remember to grab my camera at the most opportune moments....)

Me, in despair:
"No! Please don't eat that pear!"

Small boy, in guilt-inducing voice of the wrongfully accused:
"I'm sorry."

Me, finally growing a sense of humor:
"That's okay. Let me just get a plastic bag so we can throw those away."

Girl:
"He started it."

16 of the pears went in the trash. I let the each child take one, with strict instructions to take them away. I took one of the remaining pears, and now my box of free pears has become a box of free pear.

PS: And did I mention wasps? Not just bees and yellow-jackets, but wasps, and maybe even hornets. And odeur de poire putréfiée. The street cleaner comes tomorrow, unless it rains. Please God hold the rain off for 24 hours.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Quote of the Day: 9/9/06

Some thoughts on trees...
Robert Louis Stevenson
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Thornton Wilder
The planting of trees is the least self-centred of all that we do. It is a purer act of faith than the procreation of children.

Rabindranath Tagore
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

My Inner Pear-Hating Demons

Two weeks ago I posted a charming picture of two butterflies dining on a (slightly decaying) pear in one of the trees just outside my door. I will post another similar image here, as a reminder.
















Now let me describe a new picture. No wait, I'll lead up to it gradually.

When I first visited this house last year, there were many rotten smushed pears on the sidewalk in front of the house. In fact, it was the first thing I noticed at the open house, and I was a little disgusted. Who were these people who didn't bother picking up the putrid pear mush from in front of their house? Well, I bought the house anyway, and by mid-December when I moved in, the pear-puree was gone.

At Easter I decorated the tree by hanging little white and yellow fuzzy chicks from all the lower branches. Adorable. Even when a vicious rain storm knocked most of the chicks to the ground where they would expire in the mud, and left the rest to drown while still hanging on the tree, I chuckled and thought, well it's an interesting if not so adorable tableau.

In mid-Spring, the tree blossomed. Who knew that pear trees were so pretty when in bloom? Not me, I had never lived with pear trees up close like this. My mother had removed all the fruit trees from our yard when I was very young, which I found incomprehensible. Wasn't I lucky now? "Wait until the bees come," my neighbors warned me. "Wait until the pears come!" I thought to myself.

In early summer, the pears began to grow. Between these two trees, there were easily over a thousand pears. Easily.

In late July, I noticed that the squirrels loved the pears. Very cute. They'd knock a pear off the tree, then squat on the ground and take two bites, then leave the pear there for the next guy. The next guy was usually me, as I kicked the pear out into the street hoping the weekly visit of the street-cleaner would take care of it. No big deal, a couple pears a day. I laughed about it with the neighbors, and wondered what I would do with all those wonderful pears when they got ripe.

In August, the butterflies came. More beauty. Life was good.

Pears began to drop more frequently, and by late August, I was gathering them from the sidewalk and street and sealing them in double plastic bags for the Friday trash collection. This was getting tiring, but the pears -- They were nearly ripe!

Then the pears got messier. They started getting smushed on the sidewalk, and the cleanup became a little dicier. There was a hose involved, and some footwork to separate bad pears from pesky insects. The Thursday before Labor Day I filled three grocery bags with bad pears. I also picked about 40 good pears, even though they were not yet ripe, and left them on my porch with a sign saying FREE PEARS. At least those 40 wouldn't fall.

On the Friday before Labor Day, we were hit with a big storm -- wind and rain and the PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK of falling pears.

PLUNK: they hit the sidewalk.
PLUNK: they were blown onto the roof.
PLUNK: they bounced off the car.
PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK.

I awoke the next morning to find at least 50 freshly-fallen pears on the sidewalk and street. Stubbornly refusing to face reality, I hopped in the car and left for the holiday weekend, with the best of intentions for cleaning up the mess as soon as I returned.

"Just wait till the bees come," my neighbors had said....

This past week has been quite the adventure in pear-puree-madness. The bees, and yellow-jackets, have indeed arrived. Along with an army of nasty flies. There are pear guts everywhere. I have washed the sidewalk twice, at no minor peril to myself (I am surprised to find that bees do not appreciate being hosed down while eating). I have collected 4 bags of pear trash, which is barely half of what was on the ground this week. There are pears I can't even approach because they are being feasted upon by the biggest bees I've ever seen. And each day, about an hour after I finish cleaning up, I look outside and see new pear rot on the sidewalk. It is a mystery to me how this happens and I'm considering a stakeout tomorrow so I can catch this in action.

Meanwhile, all the school kids pass my house every morning, stepping carefully around the putrid pears and stirring up the swarms of flies and other fun insects. I'm sure now my house will be known as the Fly-lady House, or Chateau Bug, or Rot Manor. Which is sad, because Halloween is coming, and who wants to go trick-or-treating at Rot Manor?

I'm secretly plotting the mysterious offing of two quite lovely pear trees. One morning I will call the police and tell them I am shocked -- shocked to discover that someone has chopped down my precious pear trees!

Oh, and I have an apple tree in the back yard that goes next.

And the pears are still not ripe enough to eat.

PLUNK!
PLUNK!
Aaaaargh!

Friday, September 08, 2006

How Lord of the Rings Should Have Ended



Many thanks to Fuse #8 for bringing this to my attention!

Quote of the Day, 9/8/06

Today's word, in honor of Ogden Nash, is "silly."

Ludwig Wittgenstein
If people did not sometimes do silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done.

Horace
Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans: it's lovely to be silly at the right moment.

Ralph Waldo Emerson
Be Silly. Be honest. Be kind.

A Little Poetry for You (Ogden Nash)

For Poetry Friday, I went with an old favorite of mine, Ogden Nash. I've posted the first two lines of 6 of his classics. If you click on the last word of each couplet, it will link to a page with the rest of the poem.
Tell me, O Octopus I begs
Is those things arms, or is they
legs?
...
Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to
us...
...
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the
pachyderm.
...
The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is
narra.
...
The one-L lama, he's a priest
The two-L llama, he's a
beast
...
A panther looks like a leopard
Except that it hasn't been
peppered


Link to a selection of Ogden Nash animal/insect poetry

Link to other good children's poetry selections