If sunbeams were weapons of war, we would have had solar energy centuries ago.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Nothing Romantic About It!
I have read in my earlier years about prisoners in the revolutionary war, and other wars. It sounded noble and heroic to be a prisoner of war, and accounts of their adventures were quite romantic; but the romance has been knocked out of the prisoner of war business, higher than a kite. It's a fraud.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday's Kat Kwote
Photo by PAR1138
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Strange, Indeed
Strangely enough, politics may just be the one realm in which having kids imposes no penalty on women. Kids are practically a necessity. For scientists, or Supreme Court justices, or chief executives, or the woman who wants to learn to fly F-l8s off an aircraft carrier, it works differently.
~ Stacy Schiff ~
Friday, August 27, 2010
Poetry Friday
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Facebook Privacy
Your part is equivalent to the part you place in your everyday life to keep yourself safe: You know which alleys not to walk down at night, when to buckle your seatbelt, when to lock the front door, and when to toss the moldy bread before making a sandwich. Add these to your list:
I use my Facebook privacy settings wisely.
I am careful about what information I expose to lots of people.
~ Carolyn Abram and Leah Pearlman from Facebook for Dummies ~
I use my Facebook privacy settings wisely.
I am careful about what information I expose to lots of people.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sure They Do...
Thieves respect property. They merely wish the property to become their property that they may more perfectly respect it.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Sage Advice!
Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.
Monday, August 23, 2010
YOU
We are CEOs of our own companies: Me Inc. To be in business today, our most important job is to be head marketer for the brand called You.
It's that simple--and that hard. And that inescapable.
~ Tom Peters ~
It's that simple--and that hard. And that inescapable.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Principle
In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock.
Photo by vawa_92
Friday, August 20, 2010
Poetry Friday
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
~ Paul Valery ~
Thursday, August 19, 2010
There Are No Mistakes!
For me, problem solving is a normal part of the art-making process, regardless of the media used. If something happens that I don't like, a creative fix usually results in something better than if I hadn't taken that interesting detour.
~ Traci Bunkers from Print & Stamp Lab ~
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
O Music!
O Music! Miraculous art! A blast of thy trumpet and millions rush forward to die; a peal of thy organ and uncounted nations sink down to pray.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Bookstore Cats
A bookstore cat is a shop's mascot and keeper, equally adept at charming customers and, when the lights go out, chasing away rodents. And so let us celebrate these furry souls--hopefully not an endangered species!--as more and more readers get their books delivered in shrink-wrapped packages from out-of-state corporate behemoths, or transmitted, in blips, to hand-held devices no cat would ever want to cuddle up to.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Pictures
Once when a lady was visiting the painter Matisse in his studio, she remarked 'But surely, the arm of this woman is much too long!' Matisse replied politely 'Madame, you are mistaken. This is not a woman; this is a picture.'
Henri Matisse. Purple Robe and Anemones. 1937. The Baltimore Museum of Art.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Physical Books
To conceive of a world without physical books is to conceive of a world somehow diminished. It may be more efficient—yes, you can take a "stack" of books on vacation with an e-reader. It may spare quite a few forests from the pulpmaker’s ax. But efficiency is no substitute for pleasure. The future may be less cluttered. It may also be less fun.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Poetry Friday
I lived between my heart and my head,
like a married couple who can't get along.
~ Edward Hirsch from "Self-portrait" ~
like a married couple who can't get along.
~ Edward Hirsch from "Self-portrait" ~
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Good Morning!
Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
Photo by Nomadic Lass
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
You Can't Scrimp on Education!
The school is the last expenditure upon which America should be willing to economize.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Dreams
LIBRARY
To dream that you are in a library, denotes that you will grow discontented with your environments and associations, and seek companionship in study and the exploration of ancient customs.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sunday's Kat Kwote
Photo by karindalziel
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Jump!
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at it destination full of hope.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Flying
The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who, in their grueling travels across trackless lands in prehistoric times, looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space, at full speed, above all obstacles, on the infinite highway of the air.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Toys
Toys are among the most important human artifacts. They are learning tools. By guiding play, they foster imagination, creativity, and critical thinking. They socialize us and teach fairness. They reveal what we believed and valued, encouraged and endorsed, dismissed and feared. They remind us of who we were, who we are, and who we hope to become. They help us imagine what’s next.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Caterpillar
The caterpillar does all the work but the butterfly gets all the publicity.
Photo by Martin LaBar
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Sunday's Kat Kwote
The cats went out to serenade
And on a banjo sweetly played;
And summer nights they climbed a tree
And sang, "My love, oh, come to me!"
~ Mother Goose ~
Photo by Sangudo
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