Anyone who considers protocol unimportant has never dealt with a cat.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
No Matter What It's Called, There's a Whole Lot of It Goin' On
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving
Wishing you a life full of sweets! --KK
There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~
There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Getting Ready!
I don't like food that's too carefully arranged; it makes me think that the chef is spending too much time arranging and not enough time cooking. If I wanted a picture I'd buy a painting.
~ Andy Rooney ~
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Happy Birthday, Abigail!
I've always felt that a person's intelligence is directly reflected by the number of conflicting points of view he can entertain simultaneously on the same topic.
Abigail was born on this day in 1744.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Poetry Friday
The commonplace, the tawdry, the sordid all have their poetic uses if the imagination can lighten them.
~ William Carlos Williams ~
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Don't You Just Love a Friend?
To read a book for the first time is to make the acquaintance of a new friend; to read it a second time is to meet an old one.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Two Ways of Getting There
Art and Religion are, then, two roads by which men escape from circumstance to ecstasy. Between aesthetic and religious rapture there is a family alliance. Art and Religion are means to similar states of mind.
~ Clive Bell ~
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Something to Think About This Time of Year
I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit in which it is offered.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~
Monday, November 17, 2008
A Guinness Record Better Off Forgotten
The longest title of a book is 1,433 characters (290 words) and was written by Davide Ciliberti (Italy) in July 2007. The book describes the idiosyncrasies of the PR world. The full title is "Per favore dite a mia madre che faccio il pubblicitario lei pensa che sono un pierre e che quindi regalo manciate di free entry e consumazioni gratis a chi mi pare, rido coi vips, i calciatori le veline e le giornaliste, leggo Novella e mi fotografano i paparazzi, entro neI privé saltando la coda, bevo senza pagare, sono ghiotto di tartine e gin tonic, ho la casa piena di oggetti di design, conosco Paris Hilton, Tom Ford ed Emilio"
~ Guinness World Records ~
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
On Writing
Writing ought either to be the manufacture of stories for which there is a market demand--a business as safe and commendable as making soap or breakfast foods--or it should be an art, which is always a search for something for which there is no market demand, something new and untried, where the values are intrinsic and have nothing to do with standardized values.
~ Willa Cather ~
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Natural Beauty
It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty; the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Why Do We Never Learn?
When the days of rejoicing are over,
When the flags are stowed safely away,
They will dream of another wild "War to End Wars"
And another wild Armistice day.
~ Robert Graves ~
When the flags are stowed safely away,
They will dream of another wild "War to End Wars"
And another wild Armistice day.
Monday, November 10, 2008
So, How Many Do You Need?
Never set a child afloat on the flat sea of life with only one sail to catch the wind.
~ D.H. Lawrence ~
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Pigs
I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Poetry Friday
The poet and the politician have this in common: their greatness depends on the courage with which they face the challenges of life.
~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy ~
Thursday, November 6, 2008
A Time to Celebrate!
Altogether shout it now.
There's no one
Who can doubt it now.
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
On This Glorious Day!
It's the morning after the election of our new president, Barack Obama, and I think this is an appropriate quote:
We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
~ Woodrow T. Wilson ~
We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Too Bad He Wasn't Around for 2008!
What ass first let lose the doctrine that the suffrage is a high boon and voting a noble privilege? Looking back over my 19 years (of it) I can recall few times when I have voted with anything approaching exhilaration.
~ Henry Louis Mencken ~
Monday, November 3, 2008
Waiting for Tomorrow
Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again. The world is not yet exhausted; let me see something tomorrow which I never saw before.
~ Samuel Johnson ~
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
What a Way to Live
We live in the midst of alarms; anxiety beclouds the future; we expect some new disaster with each newspaper we read.
~ Abraham Lincoln ~
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