I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
I've Noticed It Too!
I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Poetry Friday
When clever people ask me where
I get a poem, I despair,
I'm apt to tell them in New York
I think I get it via stork
~ Robert Frost from "A-Wishing Well" ~
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Persevere!
After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Yeah, Right...
It's easy to play any musical instrument: all you have to do is touch the right key at the right time and the instrument will play itself.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Spelunker
Within caving circles, I’m told, spelunker now means an untrained and unknowledgeable amateur explorer; the more experienced prefer to term themselves cavers, which is also the usual British term. Scientists and cavers who explore with serious purpose continue to call themselves speleologists.
Photo by scot2342.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Hear, Hear!
I really don't mind paying more taxes. I'd rather pay for taxes than cut "Reading is Fundamental" or Head Start or some of these programs that are really helping kids. This is the greatest country in the world; is it really that much worse if you pay 6% more in taxes? Give me a break. Look at what you get for it: you get to be American.
~ Matt Damon ~
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Sunday's Kat Kwote
"They're a miserable lot," said the old maid, fondling her cats defiantly; "but let 'em. It's Christmas. Ah!" she added, as one of the eight stood up in her lap and rubbed its cheek against hers, "they're innocent. It isn't poor little animals that does the harm. It's men and women that does it to each other."
Photo courtesy Library of Congress.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Hide Quick!
"Hide quick, er you're too late!-—
Them bells is stoppin' at the gate!-—
Git back o' them--'air chairs an' hide,
'Cause I hear Santy's voice outside!"
An' Bang! bang! bang! we heerd the door—-
Nen it flewed open, an' the floor
Blowed full o' snow—-
~ James Whitcomb Riley from A Defective Santa Claus ~
Friday, December 23, 2011
Poetry Friday
There is little that is as deeply satisfying than the apt poem. It’s like chocolate for the soul. Except less fattening. It resolves the nervous system, captures the elusive experience of being alive so we may always have it and never lose it.
Image courtesy Chocolate Reviews.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Oh, Yeah!
Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.
Photo by Curtis McCormick.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Making a Reader
~ Emilie Buchwald ~
Image courtesy Open Clip Art Library.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Music
Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.
Monday, December 19, 2011
R.I.P. Russell Hoban (and Frances)
I do not like the way you slide,
I do not like your soft inside,
I do not like you lots of ways,
And I could do for many days
Without eggs.
Photo by avlxyz.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Sunday's Kat Kwote
Nothing's more playful than a young cat, nor more grave than an old one.
Photo courtesy LollypopFarm.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Why We Need Librarians
It's not enough for children to know how to read--they must be proficient critical thinkers. There is an assumption that today's students know how to effectively and ethically use the technology that is becoming pervasive in our society. But, the reality is that all too often today's students lack the ability to analyze information found online.
~ Carl Harvey ~
Friday, December 16, 2011
Poetry Friday
~ Kay Ryan from "Laugh While You Can: A Consideration of Poetry" ~
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Is This Sad or What?
Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.
World Peace
The structure of world peace cannot be the work of one man, or one party, or one nation...it must be a peace which rests on the cooperative effort of the whole world.
Photo courtesy Franklin D. Roosevelt Presidential Library.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Reindeer
Never judge a reindeer close up if you got it from a rich man, you may find that some of the antlers are missing.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Sunday's Kat Kwote
And let me touch those curving claws of yellow ivory, and grasp
The tail that like a monstrous Asp coils round your heavy velvet paws!
Photo by laihui.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Poetry Friday
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Remembering Pearl Harbor
No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory.
Photo courtesy FDR Library.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Talk to the Animals
Lots of people talk to animals...Not very many listen, though...That's the problem.
Monday, December 5, 2011
So Very Sad
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sunday's Kat Kwote
With tail erect and pompous march,
The proudest puss that ever trod,
Through many a grove, 'neath many an arch,
Impenetrable as a god.
Photo by Iscan.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Secret Sorrows
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Little Snail
little snail
inch by inch, climb
Mount Fuji!
~ Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue ~
Image courtesy Library of Congress.