The following, is an exercise I have to do for one of my “concept” classes. It was a bit difficult for me, but it really made me “reflect” on some things.
Thought you might enjoy it too.
List five people you wish you had met who are dead. Then list five people you would hang out with for eternity.
Two of my five were Albert Einstein, and Gilda Radner. Not saying which list…….
Which now brings me to the next question, which came up over dinner tonight. “Do you believe in ghosts?”
Do they believe in you………
I’ve been told I need to switch to decaf…..
Maybe just having one cup at a time would be a better place for me to start……..
I see this happening more and more when I am out and about….
CONFLICTS in NATURE……. (also titled “I told you NOT to touch my carrot!”)
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” – Oscar Wilde
Who knew, really. There is a “Cloud Appreciation Society” and its membership is world wide. They currently have 23527 members, living in 83 different countries. Apparently, there are clouds every where. (And people who appreciate them.) Again, who knew?
There is a Cloud Appreciation Society Handbook. A Cloud Spotters Guide (NOW THIS, I would like to SEE…… Chapter ONE: Instructions for Cloud Spotting. Step 1: Look up.)
Well, I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now, I’ll tell you. From up and down, and still somehow, it’s cloud illusions I recall. The illusions. Sometimes, I think for a little minute, that I really don’t know clouds at all.
No joke about the Society. ( http://cloudappreciationsociety.org/ ) Yearly dues and everything. Serious. Cirrus.
On this very day of September 25th, in the year of 1888, the amazing poet and writer, T.S. Eliot was born in St. Louis, Missouri. Ten years later, to the day, the very gifted composer George Gershwin was born in Brooklyn, New York. What a day! Oh, what a day it was.
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917. 1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
George Gerswhin (1898–1937) Our Love is Here to Stay.
It’s very clear
Our love is here to stay ;
Not for a year
But ever and a day.
(I probably shouldn’t mention that Olivia Newton John also has a birthday today. It kind blows the whole romanticism of this thing….unless, of course, you are a big Grease fan. I like grease, but only on my french fries….. and my car engine.
……we go together like, rama lama lama, ke ding a de dinga a dong, remembered for ever like, shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yipitty boom de boom……)
This is our neighbor dog. Well, one of them. I call him Henry, but I don’t think that it’s really his name. Henry thinks of himself more like a “Goliath” or a “Zeus” or something. One of his big jobs in life is to bark at me, senselessly, every time I see him.
I bark back. Everyday, back and forth, Henry and I just standing in the middle of the road, barking at one another.
And so it goes.
Pictured below: Henry warms up for our morning session.
And then he always starts it. Never me. Always, him!
Some days, you get chased by cows, some days you don’t.
Today was one of those days. Yes, I was chased by a bunch of cows, had a foot race with a crazy squirrel, and was nearly bumped into by a loopy groundhog. (I won’t even mention the horse incident. ) This probably doesn’t happen to folks in big cities.
See the one in back? Yeah. All the way there, between 903 and 865? She was the real leader. She started the whole dang thing.
“Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death.” – Gen Michel Aoun
On September 22, 1862, President Abraham Lincoln issued the preliminary Emancipation Proclamation, declaring all slaves in rebel states should be free as of January 1, 1863.
Did you know it has been around this long??? (I sure the heck didn’t… but here’s the fact:)
Tuesday, September 21, 1937. “The Hobbit” by J.R.R. Tolkien was published.
Happy Fall Equinox.