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Brynn

11-18-2008, 07:42 PM

Diary of a Dog vs Diary of a Cat
from White Trash Mom (http://www.whitetrashmom.com/2007/02/scars_from_two_.html)

DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thi ng!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the
carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I
could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this
means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
Guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors
have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is
safe. For now. ...

YsaPur EsChomuw

11-19-2008, 01:44 PM

heh (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubNF9QNEQLA)

12"razormix

11-19-2008, 05:56 PM

Hyakujo's Fox

11-20-2008, 09:47 PM

Suri Cruise, the two-year-old daughter of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, has been named Hollywood's most influential baby by business magazine Forbes.

.

Hyakujo's Fox

11-23-2008, 10:57 PM

In other celebrity news...

For reasons he can't explain, Nohara has been in Terminal 1 of the Benito Juarez International Airport since September 2, surviving off donations from fast food restaurants and passengers and sleeping in a chair.

At first, he frightened passengers, and airport authorities asked the Japanese Embassy to investigate why the foul-smelling man refused to leave.

Now, he's somewhat of a celebrity, capturing Mexico's collective imagination with nearly daily television news reports on his life at the food court.

Tourists stop to pose with him for photographs or get an autograph.

12"razormix

11-30-2008, 12:48 PM

Stephi_B

12-01-2008, 02:34 PM

http://melusine.eu.org/syracuse/mluque/arthurcolors/images/arthurrgb.gif

lukkucairi

12-02-2008, 02:26 AM

the old man's ghost is breathing down the left side of my neck

awld lecher :mad:

brightpearl

12-11-2008, 11:34 AM

Someone in the room with me is humming "Up on the Housetop."

MoJoRiSin

12-16-2008, 10:55 PM

Mo just now googles
"do presbyterians stress the love of Jesus"
Mo grew up just loving God who was also
referred to as "Our Father"
however she is not sure why
thus the inquiry ; )

and this came up in first position ::
the title is "renovatin relationships"
or some such.....

"I believe if we can fix our relationships we can fix everything. Believe me, when relationship is right, nothing is wrong. If you want peace and happiness in your family, renovate your relationship. If you want peace in this world renovate your relationship and help others renovate their relationships. It’s just that simple, even though it’s not that easy.

Anyone that has lived on this earth for three decades or more would have seen enough in life that this world is out of control when it comes to broken relationships. The rate of divorce is now one out of two—50-50—higher than any time in history. Wars and rumors of wars among nations have not decreased after many lessons we learned in each generation. Genocides are happening right at this moment, right where I came from.

The Bible calls broken relationship sin. Sin leads to hell. I am sure anyone who has lived through a broken relationship knows what hell is like. A member of our church told me that she believed there was hell because she had experienced it with her life through broken relationship in her family. Pick up a newspaper and turn on the TV. 90% of the news has to do with broken relationship. No news is good news and all bad news has to do with broken relationships.

But there is good news. The good news is that God has taken the initiative to renovate relationships for us. That’s why we celebrated Christmas a couple of months long ago. God came on earth to rebuild relationship with us and teach us how to relate to God and others. Jesus sealed a new covenant with us with his blood shed on the cross telling us that anyone who joins his family is becoming a peacemaker on the way to rebuild their relationship with God and others.

Jesus taught us how to renovate relationship and keep our relationship healthy. He told us that the first renovation we need to make in our lives—the first step we need to take to make this world a better place to live—is love. Today we will look at what God has taught us about love.

The first thing we must know about love is that...
************************************************** **********

lo9ve is a choice

MoJoRiSin

12-18-2008, 10:48 PM

When I closed my eyes to to think of an answer to Qoftday
immediately those giant Lolliepops from
Munchkin Land
appeared
and that made me imeediately
think of that song
and look up the lyrics
I guess I never really heard it before...

12"razormix

01-11-2009, 02:08 PM

lukkucairi

01-11-2009, 03:00 PM

No woman is safe for long from a trickster's penis (http://oncampus.richmond.edu/faculty/ASAIL/SAIL2/124.html#15); not virgins or other men's wives, not his daughters, not his mother-in-law, not even his grandmother. Nor, consequently, is any social relationship or institution safe. Community well being and harmony, friendship, marriage, family: all fall before trickster's incorrigible penis.

MoJoRiSin

01-11-2009, 03:42 PM

“The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real.”

—Victor Hugo (1802-1885)

MoJoRiSin

01-14-2009, 06:40 PM

btw Gary Busey is from Mo's home town : )
(Tulsa Oklahoma)

note => should be posted under thread killers thread

Frieda

01-19-2009, 03:46 PM

im watching a middle aged business suit order a cassis with his dinner

people scare me sometimes.

Stephi_B

01-20-2009, 05:26 PM

*piping Yankee Doodle Dandy*

:)

loads a tschintarassabumm there on the telly

;)

YsaPur EsChomuw

01-24-2009, 04:22 AM

http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds-14/star-shaped-tree-limbs-snow.jpg
http://z.about.com/d/manhattan/1/5/q/1/centralparkbirdtracks.jpg

Stephi_B

04-15-2009, 06:45 PM

There's an earwig sleeping in my shower.

Odbe

04-16-2009, 07:15 AM

Why would life give a shfit about art, let alone imitate it?

YsaPur EsChomuw

04-16-2009, 06:06 PM

Ah, it was amazing! I thought this kind of magic had been lost for me some time around the age of eight, but no. It was so beautiful, the skill, the art, the music.

Ah, the ease of it, the graceful movement -- it looks so easy, it's so incredibly hard.

rmr

04-17-2009, 02:14 AM

my skin is pretty dry

YsaPur EsChomuw

04-17-2009, 11:48 AM

12"razormix

04-18-2009, 08:56 PM

i say freak!

zero

04-18-2009, 09:01 PM

i say seep!

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:D ME TOO!!!!!!

12"razormix

04-18-2009, 09:02 PM

FRRRRREAK

zero

04-18-2009, 09:04 PM

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:D ME TOO!!!!!!

12"razormix

04-18-2009, 09:09 PM

i'm stuck on that crab video!!! :mad: :mad:

HELP. ME. !

zero

04-18-2009, 09:12 PM

crab video what crab video? do you mean crap video?

12"razormix

04-18-2009, 09:15 PM

NOW FREAK!!!!

zero

04-18-2009, 09:19 PM

the man with the crab on his face video? just look athe bonnie smiling girl instead!

she's got the very same smile as

zero

04-18-2009, 09:23 PM

you

zero

04-19-2009, 04:05 AM

o THAT crab video!

MoJoRiSin

04-19-2009, 01:36 PM

^ if it is not the black and white one, please enlighten me
*************************************************
totally unrelated but still random::

If we do ever band together to start a colony or some such
maybe we could talk one of these guys (gals?) into going with us?
not sure at ALL...... he/she might be somewhat bored initially ...
maybe we could put him/her up on a pedestal part of the time
and have him play and teach our children the rest???
((if we can't convince one of these g/g to come along...
THEN I AM NOT GOING!! :mad: ))

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zero

04-19-2009, 02:01 PM

^
http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/1054ee2873f7414d1a2851e5e0857d8d6cc79d25_m.jpg

anyway, acouldnie hear over the psychedelictastical noodling music but i sincerly hope that guy was PINGing his wee PINGbell (you know, the wee bike bells that go PING) constantly during his bicycle flight

well mo are we deciding whether or not band together to start a colony?? - i must have been seeping when that happened

and finally, here for your enlightenment is the crab video in question (click on the little 'o'):

freak out!

marko (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-rtXgl1xIY) miglia

yours sincereley

-=zero

MoJoRiSin

04-19-2009, 05:02 PM

^:D are you crazy? OF COURSE THEY USE THEIR BELL THINGIES !!

brightpearl

04-20-2009, 12:27 PM

MoJoRiSin

04-20-2009, 09:42 PM

^ :D :D

lukkucairi

04-26-2009, 09:18 PM

http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs037.snc1/3309_76162619689_510989689_1744808_1171761_n.jpg

lukkucairi

04-28-2009, 01:54 AM

Stephi_B

05-01-2009, 08:46 AM

Got a pretty Schnapszahl now!

:)

12"razormix

05-01-2009, 08:51 AM

happy schnapszahl, stephi! :)

Stephi_B

05-01-2009, 08:58 AM

Thank you :)

Oh, now I've lost it.... anyway, there will be 3333 free schnappsies for you today in the pub thread and who get's blothered first wins a fine prize, gotta still figure out something though.... an awesome bucket, mayhap? :D

MoJoRiSin

05-03-2009, 07:44 PM

post something that made you laugh today
(by sequencing things that have come across your desk or you hear randomly on the radio in the last 8 hors)

1. There must be some kind of way out of here said the joker to the theif.
~Jimi Hendrix

2. Comprehending Engineers-Take Eight
An artist, an architect and an engineer were discussing whether it was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. The architect said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an enduring relationship. The artist said he enjoyed time with his mistress, because of the passion and mystery he found there. The engineer said, "I like both." "Both?" Engineer: "Yeah. If you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time with the other woman and you can go to the lab and get some work done!

3. http://www.hallmark-holdings.com/assets/images/800px-NASA_astronaut_with_for_sale_sign_on_EVA_-_to_retrieve_sattlite.jpg

Odbe

05-13-2009, 05:51 AM

Please pass this on to anyone whose marriage needs saving in a cheap paperback fiction kind of way.

Today and friend and I were talking about the stereotype of people who have an affair because their marriage has become too predictable, when I suddenly had this wonderful idea. What if a couple decided to have a secret affair with each other? They have to meet in secret and keep all signs of it from each other in their daily lives. For example, a wife tells her husband she's going to a night-time yoga class, but instead goes to a prearranged place where the husband meets her, having left the house as soon as his wife was out of sight. Afterwards, she fixes up her makeup, he sneaks back home and washes off any trace of lipstick or her perfume and she comes back after the class, both of them pretending nothing has happened. Any gifts they give each other must be hidden to keep the affair secret, or anything else that gives the game away in the stereotype.
The idea is that each partner is not just complacently married, but actively striving to win the favour of a married person from outside the marriage. Ideally, each partner's illicit persona succeeds in luring the other away from their marriage, at which point they can be divorced and remarried as their new adventurous selves.

Actually, this sounds like the makings of a good story.

lukkucairi

05-20-2009, 11:59 PM

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/26/44616925_114a12788a.jpg

MoJoRiSin

05-21-2009, 01:02 AM

http://www.mystudios.com/art/post/van-gogh/van-gogh-shoes.jpg

lukkucairi

05-21-2009, 11:38 AM

fatties hooray! (http://men-in-full.livejournal.com/)

lukkucairi

05-21-2009, 05:58 PM

http://www.lucavergano.com/photos/uncategorized/inochi.jpg

MoJoRiSin

05-21-2009, 08:21 PM

http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fZ7TvbeRp2A/SgMuRoL9LtI/AAAAAAAAC1w/0SmCNpYg6Qk/s400/laughing_buddha_by_Chen-vi.jpg

brightpearl

06-04-2009, 11:21 PM

Pictures of people not smiling. (http://happiestpeopleever.tumblr.com/)

MoJoRiSin

06-08-2009, 08:58 PM

My aversion to judging anyone or anything made me think of this movie ::

Trois Couleurs: Rouge, 1994
[Three Colors: Red]

Red is an intricately constructed parable on the need for connection and the complexity of fate. Valentine (Irene Jacob) is a model whose vacuous existence is disrupted when chance intercedes and, one evening after a runway show, runs over a German shepherd. She meets the dog's owner, Joseph Kern (Jean-Louis Trintignant), a reclusive, retired judge. We later see that the seemingly misanthropic judge has been intercepting the telephone conversations of his neighbors, and amplifying them through his stereo. Through a series of peripheral characters and events, we gain insight into the judge's traumatic past, and a sense of the universality of isolation. It is not accidental that the deepest secrets of the human soul are revealed in moments of absence and separation. But Red is also a love story - a deep intimacy that is cerebral and not corporal. There is an especially poignant scene where the judge, inside the car, places the palm of his hand onto the window, and Valentine, outside, presses her hand against the glass, to match his. It is obvious that they are deeply in love, but are separated by invisible barriers. This is a film of intoxicating beauty and profound revelation that continues to unfold long after the conclusion.

The suffusive use of red throughout the film has an overwhelming intensity reminiscent of Ingmar Bergman's Cries and Whispers. Red is the color of love and blood - life and death. Kieslowski uses the color to portray a contemporary liebestod. Valentine is Joseph Kern's "breath of life". She is the catalyst that can awaken his hollow soul, heal his callous heart, and, in the midst of tragedy, find closure. The element of chance is a recurrent theme in Kieslowski's films (note the near encounters in The Double Life of Veronique). Valentine methodically places a coin in a newsstand slot machine every morning. Two lovers decide what to do for the evening by tossing a coin. The judge tells Valentine, "Perhaps you're the woman I never met." It is a powerful device in the master's hands - a means to explore the need for connection - to find Joseph Conrad's proverbial secret sharer of one's soul. The idea that chance can cause happiness as easily as it causes pain, unite or divide, bring love or loss, is a profoundly unsettling thought.

© Acquarello 1997. All rights reserved.

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brightpearl

06-09-2009, 07:31 PM

There was a snapping turtle in my car earlier.

zero

06-10-2009, 02:19 AM

... a snapping tur..

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MoJoRiSin

06-10-2009, 02:32 AM

my (life and)dreams had meaning
after all !!
thank you for being born
everyone
you are the greatest
bar none

brightpearl

06-10-2009, 10:54 PM

lukkucairi

06-19-2009, 02:34 AM

Végre nem butulok tovább

YsaPur EsChomuw

06-19-2009, 03:56 AM

Végre nem butulok tovább

:) Ez nagyszerű!

MoJoRiSin

06-21-2009, 01:38 AM

3 things make my post
1. it is fun to put
i like turtles into the
google or yahoo
translator
the tower of babel is coming to mind
for some reason
2.
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album madman across the water
Levon

Levon wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his child jesus
`cause he likes the name
And he sends him to the finest school in town

Levon, levon likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spend his days counting
In a garage by the motorway

He was born a pauper to a pawn on a christmas day
When the new york times said God is dead
And the wars begun
Alvin tostig has a son today

And he shall be levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be levon

Levon sells cartoon balloons in town
His family business thrives
Jesus blows up balloons all day
Sits on the porch swing watching them fly

And jesus, he wants to go to venus
Leaving levon far behind
Take a balloon and go sailing
While levon, levon slowly dies
Send Ringtone to Cell Phone
Send "Levon" Ringtone to Cell Phone Send Ringtone
*********************************
if a boy blows up balloons all day
he develops his lungs just like that woman who had
coal fall on her hand when she was a baby
she screamed and screamed
and as an adult
became a very famouse singer
3.
at some points the word
transaction
loses it's apeal
even to the miserly
(think Levon's father here)

Stephi_B

06-21-2009, 03:17 PM

On the flea market there was an artist today who sold jewellery made from computer and type-writer keys. I bought a pin which now is on my bag, it's a black computer key with white lettering showing the letter

Ä

and I have no fukking clue why I chose that! Why not the + or the X or the <alt> or the shift key?!

zero

06-21-2009, 07:18 PM

http://www.pirtledesign.com/images/projects/marks/work_small/AdvancedLogo[sm].gif

MoJoRiSin

06-21-2009, 07:35 PM

http://www.munic.state.ct.us/BURLINGTON/us_one_dollar_bill/us_dollar_back.gif

12"razormix

06-27-2009, 10:20 AM

trisherina

06-27-2009, 11:15 AM

^^that made me laugh :D

lukkucairi

07-06-2009, 07:46 AM

http://www.nimh.nih.gov/science-news/2009/schizophrenia-and-bipolar-disorder-share-genetic-roots.shtml

brightpearl

07-08-2009, 11:07 AM

http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/images/200711/20071122ho_plaid_500.jpg

Odbe

07-09-2009, 05:11 AM

http://www.iainclaridge.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/roy.jpg!!

trisherina

07-10-2009, 03:18 AM

Make her stop STARING at me! I am not a sheep!

MoJoRiSin

02-06-2010, 05:26 AM

Girls (and everyone)
the link was corrupted somehow
here is the place I hope to visit someday
(holiday?)

http://www.castelldemporda.com/eng/index.aspx

YsaPur EsChomuw

02-08-2010, 02:38 PM

MoJoRiSin

02-10-2010, 04:19 PM

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxn4a4S1jv1qzpl4ko1_400.jpg

MoJoRiSin

02-11-2010, 02:49 PM

Grace notes from a homeless choir (Chorale de l'Accueil Bonneau).

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Every once in a while, I experience a grace note in my life -- something I have the wisdom to recognize at the time as extraordinary and powerful and full of delight. That's what happened on a cold afternoon in February when I listened to the Chorale de l'Accueil Bonneau from Montreal. Some of you know this is the homeless men's choir from the Bonneau shelter in Old Montreal

. And you'll remember the accident in June 1998 when a gas explosion blew up the shelter, killing three people -- including a nun -- and injuring 17 others. The people of Montreal came together to rebuild the shelter; and, when it opened again last fall, the choir was there to celebrate.

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Let me tell you a little about how the choir got started. Pierre Anthian is a young Frenchman, a dental technician

by profession but also a conservatory-trained singer, who had volunteered in a shelter in Paris. When he immigrated to Montreal nearly three years ago, he started volunteering at the Accueil Bonneau. Soon afterward, he decided to found a choir. It began with four men; within months there were 18. They'd go from one metro stop to another, putting out a hat to collect spare change from passers-by. Soon they were making a living for themselves. In November 1998, Anthian took the choir to Paris, where homeless clochards, sleeping in doorways and in the metro, have been fixtures for generations. Few people pay any attention to them. The French, however, paid attention to this unusual little choir. They fell in love with them.

When I discovered the choir was coming to Toronto to sing a couple of songs in a televised gala for Raising the Roof, a national charity dedicated to finding solutions for Canada's homeless, I invited them to put on a concert at my church, St. Andrew's, where we run one of Toronto's Out of the Cold programs. We invited our own homeless guests as well as staff and volunteers from all the city's hostels, shelters and other Out of the Cold programs. We made sure street people throughout the city knew they'd be welcome. We invited the city's francophone community, and they turned up in droves, led by Louis Duclos

, director of the Office of Quebec in Toronto. Some generous sponsors came forward to help. VIA Rail paid for return fares to Toronto. The Crowne Plaza Hotel donated rooms ("They treated us like kings," marvelled one of the men, "and all the rooms had 25-inch televisions!"). Lombard Insurance and the Toronto Star covered the other expenses.

Still, we were a bit nervous. We'd never done anything like this before at St. Andrew's, a bastion of Scottish tradition. For an hour before their concert, the men paced back and forth in our church hall, humming melodies, rehearsing solos and chatting with our volunteers. We discovered they were as nervous as we were, even more so when they realized there was an audience of 500 waiting for them. But two minutes after they began singing -- accompanied by a keyboard player, a drummer, a guitarist and a trombone player -- we were hooked.

Three minutes
later, they had us dancing in the aisles. Sister Susan Moran, one of the founders of Out of the Cold, was bopping at the front of the church with our own staid Presbyterians. Anthian's gift for comedy, for choreography and for lovingly managing his singers -- some of whom are still very fragile -- is a marvel to behold. They gave us the music of Edith Piaf

and Charles Trenet, they gave us the Mamas and the Papas and the Beach Boys. Their soloists, Alberto and Daniel and Guy and Jean-Louis, disarmed us with their talent and energy. We clapped along and cheered and laughed and, at the end when they sang "Auld Lang Syne

," we wept.

If you have the chance to bring this inspiring choir to your community, I urge you to do so. You will never regret it -- or forget it. Let us know if you want more information (elmstreet@m-v-p.com) and we'll send it to you.

This piece first appeared as the "Editor's Letter" in the April 1999 edition of Elm Street. Stevie Cameron is an elder at St. Andrew's King Street, Toronto, and a member of the Presbyterian Record Committee.

YsaPur EsChomuw

02-11-2010, 04:11 PM

blah blah blah...
," we wept.
...blah blah blah

as do I.

MoJoRiSin

02-13-2010, 04:54 AM

http://genea.smugmug.com/popular/19/598513341_JdGx4#598513341_JdGx4

(all rights reserved)
Gene Anderson

MoJoRiSin

02-15-2010, 03:20 AM

http://img714.imageshack.us/img714/6423/loverules.pnghttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofYrt9ymTRo

trisherina

02-15-2010, 01:21 PM

That was really weird, I understood what Mo was talking about. ^^ :D

MoJoRiSin

02-15-2010, 04:47 PM

^ Trish, I get that : )

Odbe

02-17-2010, 08:41 AM

A magician was driving down the road, and he turned into a driveway.

Hyakujo's Fox

02-17-2010, 11:16 AM

we are in the world mostly unintentionally

MoJoRiSin

02-17-2010, 01:53 PM

Context
H erman Melville was born in New York City in 1819, the third of eight children born to Maria Gansevoort Melville and Allan Melville, a prosperous importer of foreign goods. When the family business failed at the end of the 1820s, the Melvilles relocated to Albany in an attempt to revive their fortunes. A string of further bad luck and overwork, however, drove his father to an early grave, and the young Melville was forced to start working in a bank at the age of thirteen.

After a few more years of formal education, Melville left school at eighteen to become an elementary school teacher. This career was abruptly cut short and followed by a brief tenure as a newspaper reporter. Running out of alternatives on land, Melville made his first sea voyage at nineteen, as a merchant sailor on a ship bound for Liverpool, England. He returned to America the next summer to seek his fortune in the West. After settling briefly in Illinois, he went back east in the face of continuing financial difficulties.
Finally, driven to desperation at twenty-one, Melville committed to a whaling voyage of indefinite destination and scale on board a ship called the Acushnet. This journey took him around the continent of South America, across the Pacific Ocean, and to the South Seas, where he abandoned ship with a fellow sailor in the summer of 1842, eighteen months after setting out from New York. The two men found themselves in the Marquesas Islands, where they accidentally wandered into the company of a tribe of cannibals. Lamed with a bad leg, Melville became separated from his companion and spent a month alone in the company of the natives. This experience later formed the core of his first novel, Typee: A Peep at Polynesian Life, published in 1846. An indeterminate mixture of fact and fiction, Melville’s fanciful travel narrative remained the most popular and successful of his works during his lifetime.
Life among these natives and other exotic experiences abroad provided Melville with endless literary conceits. Armed with the voluminous knowledge obtained from constant reading while at sea, Melville wrote a series of novels detailing his adventures and his philosophy of life. Typee was followed by Omoo (1847) and Mardi and a Voyage Thither (1849), two more novels about his Polynesian experiences. Redburn, also published in 1849, is a fictionalized account of Melville’s first voyage to Liverpool. His next novel, White-Jacket; or The World in a Man-of-War, published in 1850, is a generalized and allegorical account of life at sea aboard a warship.
Through the lens of literary history, these first five novels are all seen as an apprenticeship to what is today considered Melville’s masterpiece, Moby-Dick; or The Whale, which first appeared in 1851. A story of monomania aboard a whaling ship, Moby-Dick is a tremendously ambitious novel that functions at once as a documentary of life at sea and a vast philosophical allegory of life in general. No sacred subject is spared in this bleak and scathing critique of the known world, as Melville satirizes by turns religious traditions, moral values, and the literary and political figures of the day.
Melville was influenced in the writing of Moby-Dick by the work of Nathaniel Hawthorne, author of The Scarlet Letter, whom he met in 1850 and to whom he dedicated Moby-Dick. Melville had long admired Hawthorne’s psychological depth and gothic grimness and associated Hawthorne with a new, distinctively American literature. Though the works of Shakespeare and Milton and stories in the Bible (especially the Old Testament) influenced Moby-Dick, Melville didn’t look exclusively to celebrated cultural models. He drew on sources from popular culture as well; whaling narratives, for example, were popular in the nineteenth century. Melville relied on Thomas Beale’s encyclopedic Natural History of the Sperm Whale and the narrative Etchings of a Whaling Cruise, by J. Ross Browne.

By the 1850s, whaling was a dying industry. Whales had been hunted into near extinction, and substitutes for whale oil had been found. Despite its range of cultural references and affiliation with popular genres, Moby-Dick was a failure. Its reception led Melville to defy his critics by writing in an increasingly experimental style and eventually forsaking novels in favor of poetry. He died in 1891.
Moby-Dick remained largely ignored until the 1920s, when it was rediscovered and promoted by literary historians interested in constructing an American literary tradition. To these critics, Moby-Dick was both a seminal work elaborating on classic American themes, such as religion, fate, and economic expansion, and a radically experimental anachronism that anticipated Modernism in its outsized scope and pastiche of forms. It stands alongside James Joyce’s Ulysses and Laurence Sterne’s Tristram Shandy as a novel that appears bizarre to the point of being unreadable but proves to be infinitely open to interpretation and discovery.
"context" copy and pasted from sparknotes 度tこm

MoJoRiSin

02-20-2010, 01:00 AM

The msg. made her think of this song (see below) and that made me chuckle quite some bit :)

Went to the fortune teller
To have my fortune read
I didn't know what to tell her
I had a dizzy feeling in my head

Siad she'd take a look at my palm
She said "Son, you feel kinda warm"
And she looked into her crystal ball
Said "You're in love"

Said it could not be so
Not with all the girls I know
She said when the next one arrives
Looking into her eyes

I left there in a hurry
Looking forward to my big surprise
The next day I discovered
That the fortune teller told me a lie

I hurried back down to that woman
As mad as I could be
I told her I didn't see nobody
Why'd she make a fool out of me

Then something struck me
As if it came from up above
While looking at the fortune teller
I fell in love

Now I'm a happy fellow
Well I'm married to the fortune teller
We're happy as we can be
Now I get my fortune told for free

Now I'm a happy fellow
Well I'm married to the fortune teller
We're happy as we can be
And I get my fortune told for free
~The Rolling Stones
Fortune Teller

Brynn

02-22-2010, 07:03 AM

It's all so astonishing, every bit of it.

brightpearl

02-23-2010, 08:21 PM

http://99.198.101.98/~demo2587/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/arthritis-hands-300x235.jpg

brightpearl

03-01-2010, 09:23 PM

Unhappy Hipsters: It's lonely in the modern world (http://unhappyhipsters.com/).

http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxwu83S3vE1qam6ylo1_500.jpg
"Lucite walls. Another idea that he’d preemptively moved from 'theory' to 'reality' without considering the consequences."

MoJoRiSin

03-02-2010, 07:25 PM

"There is the strange case of Catherine Weldon, the middle class woman from Brooklyn who goes out west and becomes one of Sitting Bull's wives.
~Paul Auster (fiction novel)

Odbe

03-03-2010, 01:11 AM

Mosquitoes love my elbows.

MoJoRiSin

03-05-2010, 02:30 PM

http://mrdoob.com/lab/javascript/effects/zoomblur/03/

YsaPur EsChomuw

03-07-2010, 02:59 AM

Odbe

03-19-2010, 07:56 AM

Wonderful
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MoJoRiSin

03-19-2010, 09:18 AM

^ :D it is actually better with no audio (in my humble opinion)

brightpearl

03-19-2010, 03:26 PM

http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/tumblr_kzghx9jiwh1qz72j6o1_500.gif

Frieda

03-20-2010, 06:11 AM

^that's just idunno

freaky? scary? wrong? :eek: :eek: :eek:

YsaPur EsChomuw

03-20-2010, 12:21 PM

^^ That looks exactly like something I'd like to decorate next year's Xmas tree with!

MoJoRiSin

03-20-2010, 06:41 PM

"I'm Madeline! I'm Madeline! I'm not afraid at all. I'm Madeline! I'm Madeline! I'm bravest of all."

YsaPur EsChomuw

03-21-2010, 05:03 PM

The visiting fireman's Dick
Tracy was the favorite comic
And his favorite count-
erpunch would amount

Odbe

03-22-2010, 07:23 AM

^^^^^
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brightpearl

03-22-2010, 07:55 AM

^AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Hahahaha!
:D
That thing has awesome sauce all over it.

Frieda, it started out as a fortuitously funny snapshot of a family cat running pell-mell through the yard (probably for dinner), but once the interwebs got a hold of it, it turned into Hovercat...

...which is indeed freaky, scary, and wrong. :)

YsaPur EsChomuw

03-23-2010, 04:53 PM

This is unbelievable! Somebody has come up with a yolk and eggwhite separator...

http://www.catalogfavorites.com/prodimages/K7431B.jpg

I think I might give up baking altogether after doing some separating.

Frieda

03-23-2010, 05:48 PM

^haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa omg no! :eek: :D :D

Odbe

03-24-2010, 05:01 AM

^^Quite astonishing that they not only invented it but made a little face on it :eek:

YsaPur EsChomuw

03-24-2010, 05:13 AM

The point is that the nose hole is too small for the yolk to run through, while the white passes through it easily. Any resemblance to snot is entirely coincidental...

MoJoRiSin

03-24-2010, 03:26 PM

The eagles were transported in a hand luggage , with the zipper not totally closed to allow air to enter. The bird smuggler, a Thai resident, took connecting flights from Bangkok to Brussels, with a stopover in Vienna; he placed his hand luggage in an overhead compartment during both flights. When interviewed, the Thai man declared that he "bought the eagles on a major Bangkok market, a few days before departure, as a present for [his] brother living in Belgium." The eagles reportedly had no contact with domestic animals before departure. A few days later, a Belgian falconer declared he had ordered the eagles and offered 7,500 for each bird

YsaPur EsChomuw

03-31-2010, 07:30 AM

action movie title generator (http://www.randomsentences.com/generate_phrase.asp?file=action-movies.xml&submit1=Randomize+Again)

the wine generator is also fun:

A creamy strawberry flavor and loud urine flavors are mixed in the 2005 Red Zinfandel from Pepperoni Bros Vineyards.

MoJoRiSin

04-02-2010, 04:24 PM

http://media.oregonlive.com/news_impact/photo/visiblesatjpg-c1bd2fac79fb3938_large.jpg

YsaPur EsChomuw

04-02-2010, 05:55 PM

Did you see the Google logo today? Did you notice that if you keep clicking on the picture you get five different ones? :cool:

Brynn

04-05-2010, 01:15 PM

http://media.oregonlive.com/news_impact/photo/visiblesatjpg-c1bd2fac79fb3938_large.jpg
Is this our recent weather??? Interesting to get some perspective....what's that black thing, I wonder?

lukkucairi

04-07-2010, 08:51 PM

Asian kid sounds just like Whitney.

Uncanny.

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MoJoRiSin

04-08-2010, 01:31 AM

^ that was awesome !! Mo has tears in her eyes

MoJoRiSin

04-09-2010, 12:43 PM

the message you have entered is too short

ARTIST: The Hollies
TITLE: Bus Stop
Lyrics and Chords

Bus stop, wet day, she's there I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus go, she stays love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine

/ Am - - - / / / Am - - AmG / C G Am - /
/ Dm - Em - / Am - - - / Am Em Am -/

{Refrain}
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same

/ C B7 Em C / Am B7 Em - / :

That's the way the whole thing started
Silly, but it's true
Thinking of a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue
Came the sun, the ice was melting
No more sheltering, now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow

{Refrain}

Bus stop, wet day
She's there I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus go, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine

i hear this today while in trader joes

and it reminded me that this song was popular
when i was in somewhere between the 2nd and fourth grades
and i always wondered what "by august she was mine"
i did not get that part
i couldn't wrap my mind around that
i did distinctly remember r thinking
then what?
i loved to thinking of then at the bus stop
but she was his? that was a let down somehow

once when i was at girl scout camp
everyone was playing on a carousel over and over
while i was trying to sleep and thinking
there will someday be a
last song ever written
i wonder if it was this song
would the world be different without any new songs
or stay the same
the gist:: could people go on living etc if no one ever wrote another song ??

long winded due to thinking of
"the hollies"

bye for real :)
OX L,Mo

MoJoRiSin

04-12-2010, 02:37 PM

:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

?

Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn’t worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never set up la

YsaPur EsChomuw

04-17-2010, 01:41 AM

look! lego in the hole! (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturepicturegalleries/7421926/Jan-Vormann-travels-the-world-repairing-crumbling-monuments-with-Lego.html)

Coffee

04-21-2010, 02:45 PM

YsaPur EsChomuw

04-30-2010, 05:47 PM

theri writing is like mystery writing, but much more profound

it's so deep you cannot hear the pebble drop

MoJoRiSin

05-07-2010, 10:54 AM

mo has always had trouble understanding this and accepting this ::

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Anne

why? for the same reson that Job's son would never be labled a saint just because his dad was one or his own
dad
for that matter

MoJoRiSin

05-08-2010, 12:21 PM

Is everyone starting to understand why peopl bothered to start a new country?
In the olden days it happened when you finally had stollen enough gold from others to do so.
I want to start a country more like the Heinz catch up company during the depression

huge smiley goes here of course

the meaning of life is not money
~so says mo

xfox

05-08-2010, 07:26 PM

Ya'know the number of cars on LA freeways is just incredible!

Bman

05-09-2010, 01:01 PM

You'd think a simple "testing...testing" would do. No, she just started SCREAMING and went back to her tiny little inside voice. Late night, strange birds, old clothes.

brightpearl

05-18-2010, 04:08 PM

there are dinosaurs in this
awesome
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Odbe

05-19-2010, 11:41 PM

In some small way this image makes my heart happy.
http://images.cheezburger.com/imagestore/2009/11/4/587600d0-f7c0-473e-8e46-ee0b75d85024.jpg

Brynn

05-21-2010, 09:05 PM

time lapse - Icelandic volcano (http://www.wimp.com/icelandicvolcano/)

Jack Flanders

05-22-2010, 12:59 AM

Do not even want to post photos of the BP FVCK_UP. My heart is broken for all the damage this has caused for years.

brightpearl

05-22-2010, 07:13 AM

Watch this.
It'll make you feel better.

<object width="400" height="320"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11712103&server=vimeo.com&sh ow_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fu llscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11712103&server=vimeo.com&sh ow_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=1&color=&fu llscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="320"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/11712103">Meet the sloths</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2714304">Amphibian Avenger</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>

Jack Flanders

05-22-2010, 04:53 PM

^ Thank you Pearla, that did bring a smile to my face. :) I loved the last shot of the old man sitting in the swing chair!

brightpearl

05-22-2010, 08:04 PM

^He is my favorite, too. :)
I'm so glad you liked it...I had no idea that I need to quit my job, move to South America, and foster parent orphaned sloths until I saw it.

Bman

05-23-2010, 02:38 AM

Brynn

05-23-2010, 07:38 AM

YsaPur EsChomuw

06-10-2010, 08:05 AM

Where did all the bees go? (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/wildlife/7778401/Mobile-phones-responsible-for-disappearance-of-honey-bee.html)

noxxville

08-02-2010, 11:53 AM

What could be more random?

Frieda

08-02-2010, 05:01 PM

^omg omg!!111~!

it's noxx not doing a noxx! :eek: :eek: :)

noxxville

08-03-2010, 06:25 PM

^omg omg!!111~!

it's noxx not doing a noxx! :eek: :eek: :)

Must be an impostor. A lazy one at that.:eek:

MoJoRiSin

08-14-2010, 11:44 PM

^Ok, finally, I figured it out ^^^ the line is still bus, please hold

MoJoRiSin

08-21-2010, 01:47 PM

tartan

MoJoRiSin

08-23-2010, 09:13 AM

Toward the end of the story*
when everyone
returns to the tomb
she is referred to as ::

The othe Mary

*before the revelation

MoJoRiSin

08-27-2010, 09:52 AM

when I woke up and found no one had posted recently I was a little sad......

kiss god is a sort of anagram fpr sikc dog

MoJoRiSin

08-27-2010, 09:53 AM

when I woke up and found no one had posted recently I was a little sad......

kiss god is a sort of anagram fpr sikc dog

(This just occurred to me this instant)

MoJoRiSin

08-30-2010, 09:35 AM

"out of dry ground"

(as per Hosea)

MoJoRiSin

08-30-2010, 09:36 AM

^THE ORIGININAL ON3

Brynn

09-02-2010, 10:34 PM

Money faces (http://www.smosh.com/smosh-pit/photos/30-funny-money-faces)

Brynn

09-10-2010, 02:06 AM

what the kids are watching (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaCZN2N6Q_I)

Jack Flanders

09-10-2010, 03:50 AM

^ WTF was THAT?

trisherina

09-10-2010, 10:27 AM

It was a good way to start a Friday with a laugh! :p

lukkucairi

09-10-2010, 04:59 PM

12"razormix

09-18-2010, 05:17 PM

12"razormix

09-18-2010, 05:51 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Shyd2m4P6h0&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssxsTOdQe1k&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjaqqIfSPCo&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0npkYM5Sj7Q

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzNfB_Xials&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5IX45-5hMc&feature=related

Odbe

09-19-2010, 09:37 AM

^^ Thanks :)

YsaPur EsChomuw

09-19-2010, 12:13 PM

^^^ thank you

MoJoRiSin

09-20-2010, 03:22 PM

yes, thank you so much zormix!
most amazing thing on the planet
man made
(save maybe the computer/internet)
in my opinion

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

i LOVE the video that ze posted today
i sent it to my sister and she claimed she was going
to keep it FOREVER

(did you see the goat at 2:50? HOW PERFECT IS THAT?)
:) :) :)

MoJoRiSin

10-05-2010, 10:23 AM

"My name is XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"<insert your childs' name there :)

ironicgoose

10-06-2010, 12:09 AM

It's not the kind of thing that you're suposed to read, really
[7:03:07 PM] liamposrgray: You're suposed to think about it
[7:03:21 PM] liamposrgray: But now I'm getting too abstract...

Odbe

10-09-2010, 09:44 AM

Forget spilled milk, the real tragedy is burnt toast.

YsaPur EsChomuw

10-15-2010, 02:07 AM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqO2fXukLJk&feature=player_embedded

MoJoRiSin

08-09-2011, 04:54 PM

1ST MOST COMMON CROSSWORD ANSWER

ERA

source:
http://www.xwordinfo.com/Finder?word=ERA
^if you click on that you will see that there are
375 clues from the nytimes
Mo is thinking
that is overkill ....

Date Type Grid Clue Author
April 17, 2011 panda 54D Stat that pitchers are concerned about Mel Taub
October 17, 2010 diagramless 6D Noteworthy time Paula Gamache
August 23, 2009 diagramless 6D Part of B.C.E. Paula Gamache
July 26, 2009 panda 25A 243 years, perhaps Mel Taub
July 12, 2009 diagramless 44A All alternative Jim Hyres
May 18, 2008 diagramless 36A Noteworthy time Jon Weems
October 24, 2004 diagramless 26D The Clinton years, e.g. Ed Early
August 31, 2003 diagramless 3D Greek or Roman time, e.g. Trip Payne
May 26, 2002 diagramless 13D Time line division Frank Longo
August 5, 2001 diagramless 4D Roaring 20's or Gay 90's Frank Longo
June 24, 2001 diagramless 17D Pitcher's stat Peter Gordon
April 15, 2001 panda 51D Kind of sable Mel Taub
March 19, 2000 diagramless 52A Historian's concern Frank Longo
February 6, 2000 diagramless 2D Failed amendment Fred Piscop
July 11, 1999 diagramless 65D Timeline segment Patrick Berry
December 13, 1998 diagramless 43D Significant span Frank Longo
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Athena
Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom, war, the arts, industry, justice and skill. She was the favorite child of Zeus. She had sprung fully grown out of her father's head. Her mother was Metis, goddess of wisdom and Zeus' first wife. In fear that Metis would bear a son mightier than himself. Zeus swallowed her and she began to make a robe and helmet for her daughter. The hammering of the helmet caused Zeus great pain in the form of headaches and he cried out in agony. Skilled Hephaestus ran to his father and split his skull open and from it emerged Athena, fully grown and wearing her mother's robe and helmet. She is the virgin mother of Erichthnonius.

Athena and her uncle Poseidon were both very fond of a certain city in Greece. Both of them claimed the city and it was decided that the one that could give the finest gift should have it. Leading a procession of citizens, the two gods mounted the Acropolis. Poseidon struck the side of the cliff with his trident and a spring welled up. The people marveled, but the water was as salty as Poseidon's sea and it was not very useful. Athena's gift was an olive tree, which was better because it gave the people food, oil and wood. Athena named her city Athens.

Athena's companion was the goddess of victory, Nike, and her usual attribute is the owl. Athena possessed the Aegis.

MoJoRiSin

08-10-2011, 05:24 PM

Definitions for word AREA

Date Grid Clue Author
Wednesday, July 20, 2011 11D Domain Peter A. Collins
Wednesday, July 13, 2011 14A Two-dimensional extent Joon Pahk
Tuesday, June 21, 2011 11D Base times height, for a rectangle Kelsey Boes
Friday, May 13, 2011 24D Staging ___ Joe Krozel
Tuesday, April 26, 2011 65A Region Brendan Emmett Quigley
Tuesday, April 19, 2011 27D Field of study Randall J. Hartman
Monday, March 21, 2011 56D Vicinity Patrick Blindauer and Steve Salitan
Monday, February 14, 2011 13A Word after rest or residential Victor Fleming and Lynn Lempel
Tuesday, January 25, 2011 23A Wall-to-wall measure Randall J. Hartman
Wednesday, January 19, 2011 15A Locale Kristian House
Monday, December 27, 2010 2D Environs C. W. Stewart
Wednesday, December 08, 2010 63A Gray ___ Mike Nothnagel
Tuesday, October 26, 2010 38A Pi r squared, for a circle Chris Handman
Monday, October 18, 2010 9D Square footage Lynn Lempel
Monday, October 11, 2010 21D General location Robert Fisher
Wednesday, October 06, 2010 4D Turf Ian Livengood
Sunday, September 05, 2010 2D Word with gray or rest Will Nediger
Monday, August 23, 2010 3D Region Oliver Hill
Monday, June 28, 2010 60A Side x side, for a 4-Down Joel Fagliano
Wednesday, June 09, 2010 21A
a few hundred more examples for area can be found here:

http://www.xwordinfo.com/Finder?word=AREA

Field of expertise Gary Whitehead
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Poseidon
by Paige Sellers
Poseidon is a god of many names. He is most famous as the god of the sea. The son of Cronus and Rhea, Poseidon is one of six siblings who eventually "divided the power of the world." His brothers and sisters include: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Zeus. The division of the universe involved him and his brothers, Zeus and Hades. Poseidon became ruler of the sea, Zeus ruled the sky, and Hades got the underworld. The other divinities attributed to Poseidon involve the god of earthquakes and the god of horses. The symbols associated with Poseidon include: dolphins, tridents, and three-pronged fish spears.

Poseidon Poseidon was relied upon by sailors for a safe voyage on the sea. Many men drowned horses in sacrifice of his honor. He lived on the ocean floor in a palace made of coral and gems, and drove a chariot pulled by horses. However, Poseidon was a very moody divinity, and his temperament could sometimes result in violence. When he was in a good mood, Poseidon created new lands in the water and a calm sea. In contrast, when he was in a bad mood, Poseidon would strike the ground with a trident and cause unruly springs and earthquakes, ship wrecks, and drownings.

Poseidon was similar to his brother Zeus in exerting his power on women and in objectifying masculinity. He had many love affairs and fathered numerous children. Poseidon once married a Nereid, Amphitrite, and produced Triton who was half-human and half-fish. He also impregnated the Gorgon Medusa to conceive Chrysaor and Pegasus, the flying horse. The rape of Aethra by Poseidon resulted in the birth of Theseus; and he turned Caeneus into a man, at her request, after raping her. Another rape involved Amymone when she tried to escape from a satyr and Poseidon saved her. Other offspring of Poseidon include: Eumolpus, the Giant Sinis, Polyphemus, Orion, King Amycus, Proteus, Agenor and Belus from Europa, Pelias, and the King of Egypt, Busiris.

One of the most notorious love affairs of Poseidon involves his sister, Demeter. Poseidon pursued Demeter and to avoid him she turned herself into a mare. In his lust for her, Poseidon transformed himself into a stallion and captured her. Their procreation resulted in a horse, Arion. Poseidon is Greek for "Husband" (possibly of wheat), and therefore it is thought that he and Demeter (goddess of wheat) are a good match because they reign as the god and goddess of fertility.

Poseidon Another infamous story of Poseidon involves the competition between him and the goddess of war, Athena, for the city of Athens. To win the people of the city over, Poseidon threw a spear at the ground and produced the Spring at the Acropolis. However, Athena won as the result of giving the people of Athens the olive tree. In his anger over the decision, Poseidon flooded the Attic Plain. Eventually, Athena and Poseidon worked together by combining their powers. Even though Poseidon was the god of horses, Athena built the first chariot. Athena also built the first ship to sail on the sea over which Poseidon ruled.

Poseidon often used his powers of earthquakes, water, and horses to inflict fear and punishment on people as revenge. Though he could be difficult and assert his powers over the gods and mortals, Poseidon could be cooperative and it was he who helped the Greeks during the Trojan War. Poseidon is an essential character in the study of Greek mythology.

copy and pasted from wikipedia dot com

YsaPur EsChomuw

08-23-2011, 12:10 AM

good luck, baby boy!

MoJoRiSin

09-02-2011, 02:24 PM

a verbatim copy and past from an email mo received today

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Today's Old Testament reading: Psalm 137-139
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By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion.
There on the poplars
we hung our harps,
for there our captors asked us for songs,
our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"

How can we sing the songs of the LORD
while in a foreign land?
If I forget you, Jerusalem,
may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem
my highest joy....

...read the rest online: (http://click.lists.biblegateway.com/?qs=dd35d8fa8d485e2b044cbc6c7726a0b7402b3e2adccc63 dda6fdefcee89ee328) click here

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Today's New Testament reading: 1 Corinthians 13
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If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

...read the rest online:click here (http://click.lists.biblegateway.com/?qs=dd35d8fa8d485e2b044cbc6c7726a0b7402b3e2adccc63 dda6fdefcee89ee328)

*please feel free to get back to me at your leisure*

ox L,Mo

xfox

09-03-2011, 03:11 PM

I am, I am about to write a dithyramb
but not like Marcus who is master
of the department of poetry,
now caught up in time of mine
I'll just quit this rhyme.

YsaPur EsChomuw

09-11-2011, 09:08 AM

Coffee

09-11-2011, 12:23 PM

I honestly believe our civilization is doomed. I'm an optimist.
~T Pamperin

YsaPur EsChomuw

09-15-2011, 01:47 AM

fox (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/picturegalleries/picturesoftheday/8762155/Pictures-of-the-day-14-September-2011.html)

Brynn

09-15-2011, 09:09 PM

MoJoRiSin

09-16-2011, 01:06 PM

^:D
(just out of curiosity Brynn, did you see that first at star.me the other day when people pasted what they had copied?)

MoJoRiSin

09-23-2011, 03:44 AM

"When I was growing up, my father would pass by my room where I was doing homework and mutter a line or two of poetry, such as: “Great Caesar’s bust is on the shelf / And I don’t feel so well myself.” Or, “I grow old…I grow old…/ I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.” Or, “Candy is dandy, / But liquor is quicker.” Or, “O, I have been to Ludlow Fair / And left my necktie God knows where.” Or, “The light that lies in women’s eyes / And lies and lies and lies.” I remember these lines. I remember the voice speaking them. I remember the wry intimations of mortality and danger. The same occurs with John’s best songs: “I keep a close watch on this heart of mine…” “I’m like a soldier getting over the war…” “Oh, I am weak / Oh, I know I am vain / Take this weight from me / Let my spirit be unchained…”
~Gill Dennis

MoJoRiSin

09-23-2011, 08:34 PM

i just read
"exercise in insanity" quoted in the
Oregonian (hometown newspaper)
i honestly had no idea
the gist was a silly movie
starring
Sarah Jessica Parker
honest
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where is everyone?

MoJoRiSin

09-28-2011, 03:06 AM

The species is named after the Neander valley, located about 12 km (7.5 mi) east of Düsseldorf, Germany. This ravine formed by the river Düssel, widened out by mining, was named Neanderthal in the early 19th century to honour the clergyman and hymn writer Joachim Neander: "Tal" (spelled "Thal" until the German spelling reform of 1901) is the German word for valley
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Joachim Neander (Neumann) (1650 – 31 May 1680) was a German Reformed (Calvinist) Church teacher, theologian and hymn writer whose most famous hymn, Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of Creation (German: 'Lobe den Herren, den mächtigen König der Ehren') is generally regarded as one of the greatest hymns of praise of the Christian church and, since being translated into English by Catherine Winkworth in the 19th century, it has appeared in most major hymnals.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~P
raise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of Creation
O my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear,
Now to his temple draw near,
Join me in glad adoration!

mo thinks if you try it you will like it
:) :) :)

Coffee

09-28-2011, 12:13 PM

Other than perhaps Michael Jackson (and perhaps the artist formerly know as Prince) are there any black goth people?

MoJoRiSin

09-29-2011, 12:00 AM

this
today
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"While due credit must be given to Quimby as a sincere and courageous experimenter in the phenomena of magnetism, no doubt should be permitted as to the essential nature of his practice. It was not what Mrs. Patterson later discovered as Christian Science, nor did it even contain the germ from which Christian Science could originate; neither does the fact that Mrs. Patterson was temporarily cured of physical ills of long standing by Quimby’s method militate against this conclusion, nor indeed the further fact that Mrs. Patterson herself imagined Quimby to possess an understanding of God’s law and was ready to proclaim him as the discoverer of the true nature of the healing done in Bible times. The trend of her thought inevitably gave his practice a religious significance.

Mrs. Patterson was deeply grateful for her relief, but Mr. Quimby did not understand her religious explanation of his practice, and there seems to have remained in his mind only a confused belief that it was God as Principle who mesmerized. It was not until later years that Mrs. Patterson herself reached the conviction that mesmerism was not of God.

In course of time, Mrs. Patterson learned that the mesmeric magnetic method of treating disease was in fact a subtle counterfeit of the true, a method at once destructive to health and dangerous to character. For some years, from the time of her relief from invalidism until her discovery of Christian Science in 1866, she was apparently under the impression that the solution of true mental healing long sought by her was represented by Quimby’s method.

In 1862 and in 1864 Mrs. Patterson wrote down her impressions of his system and turned over the manuscripts to him. In view of their collaboration Mrs. Patterson signed Quimby’s name to these manuscripts, and this gave rise in later times to the report of Quimby manuscripts being in existence from which Mrs. Patterson was assumed to have derived Christian Science. For information on the Quimby manuscripts hoax, click here."
http://www.endtime.org/intro/mbe.html
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then this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Val_Kilmer
_________________

how did i get there?
i searched my maternal grandmothers name at ancestry dot com
and the name Ora Baker came up in the top position
so that reminded me of Mary's sister in law..
who is the mother of :
http://www.sufiorder.org/images/Noor_leftpic.jpg

~the end

Odbe

09-30-2011, 12:17 AM

http://imaginaryimageblog.tumblr.com/

MoJoRiSin

10-12-2011, 11:42 PM

aparently
Bman shares his birthday with the guy who was the creator of Gumby (http://books.google.com/books?id=aWsP1Jw0POcC&pg=PA162#v=onepage&q&f=false)
the Google Doodle for today is not to be missed
make sure to click on the balls though....

12"razormix

10-26-2011, 10:25 AM

http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles3/233636/projects/1671542/670dadb432f9b2d5d3c86a7d339d9aef.jpg (http://player.vimeo.com/video/25513979)

http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles3/233636/projects/1671542/a577b947e7ab3c6bf92de3e4d512d798.jpg (http://player.vimeo.com/video/25186640)

MoJoRiSin

10-27-2011, 10:37 PM

London
SERVICE & PATON
5 HENRIETTA STREET
1897

_The Illustrations_
_in this Volume are the copyright of_
SERVICE & PATON, _London_

TO
W. M. THACKERAY, ESQ.,

This Work
IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED

BY
THE AUTHOR

PREFACE

A preface to the first edition of "Jane Eyre" being unnecessary, I gave
none: this second edition demands a few words both of acknowledgment and
miscellaneous remark.

My thanks are due in three quarters.

To the Public, for the indulgent ear it has inclined to a plain tale with
few pretensions.

To the Press, for the fair field its honest suffrage has opened to an
obscure aspirant.

To my Publishers, for the aid their tact, their energy, their practical
sense and frank liberality have afforded an unknown and unrecommended
Author.

The Press and the Public are but vague personifications for me, and I
must thank them in vague terms; but my Publishers are definite: so are
certain generous critics who have encouraged me as only large-hearted and
high-minded men know how to encourage a struggling stranger; to them,
_i.e._, to my Publishers and the select Reviewers, I say cordially,
Gentlemen, I thank you from my heart.

Having thus acknowledged what I owe those who have aided and approved me,
I turn to another class; a small one, so far as I know, but not,
therefore, to be overlooked. I mean the timorous or carping few who
doubt the tendency of such books as "Jane Eyre:" in whose eyes whatever
is unusual is wrong; whose ears detect in each protest against
bigotry--that parent of crime--an insult to piety, that regent of God on
earth. I would suggest to such doubters certain obvious distinctions; I
would remind them of certain simple truths.

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To
attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the
face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of
Thorns.

These things and deeds are diametrically opposed: they are as distinct as
is vice from virtue. Men too often confound them: they should not be
confounded: appearance should not be mistaken for truth; narrow human
doctrines, that only tend to elate and magnify a few, should not be
substituted for the world-redeeming creed of Christ. There is--I repeat
it--a difference; and it is a good, and not a bad action to mark broadly
and clearly the line of separation between them.

The world may not like to see these ideas dissevered, for it has been
accustomed to blend them; finding it convenient to make external show
pass for sterling worth--to let white-washed walls vouch for clean
shrines. It may hate him who dares to scrutinise and expose--to rase the
gilding, and show base metal under it--to penetrate the sepulchre, and
reveal charnel relics: but hate as it will, it is indebted to him.

Ahab did not like Micaiah, because he never prophesied good concerning
him, but evil; probably he liked the sycophant son of Chenaannah better;
yet might Ahab have escaped a bloody death, had he but stopped his ears
to flattery, and opened them to faithful counsel.

There is a man in our own days whose words are not framed to tickle
delicate ears: who, to my thinking, comes before the great ones of
society, much as the son of Imlah came before the throned Kings of Judah
and Israel; and who speaks truth as deep, with a power as prophet-like
and as vital--a mien as dauntless and as daring. Is the satirist of
"Vanity Fair" admired in high places? I cannot tell; but I think if some
of those amongst whom he hurls the Greek fire of his sarcasm, and over
whom he flashes the levin-brand of his denunciation, were to take his
warnings in time--they or their seed might yet escape a fatal
Rimoth-Gilead.

Why have I alluded to this man? I have alluded to him, Reader, because I
think I see in him an intellect profounder and more unique than his
contemporaries have yet recognised; because I regard him as the first
social regenerator of the day--as the very master of that working corps
who would restore to rectitude the warped system of things; because I
think no commentator on his writings has yet found the comparison that
suits him, the terms which rightly characterise his talent. They say he
is like Fielding: they talk of his wit, humour, comic powers. He
resembles Fielding as an eagle does a vulture: Fielding could stoop on
carrion, but Thackeray never does. His wit is bright, his humour
attractive, but both bear the same relation to his serious genius that
the mere lambent sheet-lightning playing under the edge of the summer-
cloud does to the electric death-spark hid in its womb. Finally, I have
alluded to Mr. Thackeray, because to him--if he will accept the tribute
of a total stranger--I have dedicated this second edition of "JANE EYRE."

Frieda

10-28-2011, 03:30 AM

i have a weird feeling about today.

YsaPur EsChomuw

10-28-2011, 10:07 AM

Why? What happened?

Frieda

10-28-2011, 12:23 PM

^so far nothing, but the day isn't over yet.

Bman

10-30-2011, 12:58 PM

made my escape - that was a bonified party

Odbe

11-07-2011, 09:28 PM

http://youtu.be/BiC51tqEmME
This makes me happy in the face. I'm glad there's people who put all that time into practising and creating performances. I'll keep practising so I can make beautiful pictures and make someone else happy.

MoJoRiSin

12-18-2011, 08:22 PM

Prologue -- You Are What You Feel

NARRATOR:

Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do Before their time on this planet is through Some just don't have anything planned They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right But if by chance you are here for the night Then all I need is an hour or two To tell the tale of a dreamer like you

We all dream a lot -- some are lucky, some are not But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real You are what you feel

But all that I say can be told another way In the story of a boy whose dreams came true And he could be you

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Jacob and Sons

NARRATOR:

Way way back many centuries ago, not long after the Bible began Jacob lived in the land of Canaan, a fine example of a family man Jacob, Jacob and sons, depended on farming to earn their keep Jacob, Jacob and sons, spent all of their days in the fields with sheep

Jacob was the founder of a whole new nation, Thanks to the number of children he'd had He was also known as Israel but most of the time His sons and his wives used to call him dad Jacob, Jacob and sons, men of the soil, of the sheaf and crook Jacob, Jacob and sons, a remarkable family in anyone's book

Reuben was the eldest of the children of Israel, With Simeon and Levi the next in line Napthali and Isaachar with Asher and Dan, Zebulun and Gad took the total to nine Jacob, Jacob and sons, Benjamin and Judah, which leaves only one Jacob, Jacob and sons, Joseph -- Jacob's favorite son

Jacob, Jacob and sons

Joseph's Coat (The Coat of Many Colors)

JACOB:

Joseph's mother, she was quite my favorite wife I never really loved another all my life And Joseph was my joy because He reminded me of her

BROTHERS:

Yechh!!

NARRATOR:

Through young Joseph, Jacob lived his youth again Loved him, praised him, gave him all he could, but then It made the rest feel second best And even if they were --

BROTHERS:

Being told were also-rans Does not make us Joseph fans

NARRATOR:

But where they have really missed the boat is

BROTHERS:

We're great guys but no-one seems to notice Joseph's charm and winning smiles Fail to slay us in the aisles

NARRATOR:

And their father couldn't see the danger He could not imagine any danger He just saw in Joseph all his dreams come true

Jacob wanted to show the world he loved his son To make it clear that Joseph was the special one So Jacob bought his son a coat A multi-colored coat to wear

BROTHERS:

Joseph's coat was elegant, the cut was fine The tasteful style was the ultimate in good design And this is why it caught the eye A king would stop and stare

JOSEPH:

When I got to try it on I knew my sheepskin days were gone

NARRATOR:

Such a dazzling coat of many colors

BROTHERS:

How he loved his coat of many colors In a class above the rest It even went well with his vest

NARRATOR:

Such a stunning coat of many colors How he loved his coat of many colors It was red and yellow and green and brown and blue

Joseph's brothers weren't too pleased with what they saw

BROTHERS:

We had never liked him all that much before And now this coat Has got our goat We feel life is unfair

NARRATOR:

And when Joseph graced the scene His brothers turned a shade of green His astounding clothing took the biscuit

BROTHERS:

Quite the smoothest person in the district

JOSEPH:

I look handsome, I look smart I am a walking work of art Such a dazzling coat of many colors How I love my coat of many colors

NARRATOR & ALL:

It was red and yellow and green and brown And scarlet and black and ochre and peach And ruby and olive and violet and fawn And lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve And cream and crimson and silver and rose And azure and lemon and russet and grey And purple and white and pink and orange And red and yellow and green and brown and blue

Joseph's Dreams

NARRATOR:

Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers

BROTHERS:

But what makes us mad Are the things that Joseph tells us of the dreams he's often had

JOSEPH:

I dreamed that in the fields one day, the corn gave me a sign Your eleven sheaves of corn all turned and bowed to mine My sheaf was quite a sight to see, a golden sheaf and tall Yours were green and second-rate and really rather small

BROTHERS:

This is not the kind of thing we brothers like to hear It seems to us that Joseph and his dreams should disappear

JOSEPH:

I dreamed I saw eleven stars, the sun and moon and sky Bowing down before my star, it made me wonder why Could it be that I was born for higher things than you? A post in someone's government, a ministry or two?

BROTHERS:

The dreams of our dear brother are the decade's biggest yawn His talk of stars and golden sheaves is just a load of corn Not only is he tactless but he's also rather dim For there's eleven of us and there's only one of him

The dreams of course will not come true That is, we think they won't come true That is, we hope they won't come true What if he's right all along?

The dreams are more than crystal clear, the writing on the wall Means that Joseph some day soon will rise above us all The accuracy of the dreams we brothers do not know But one thing we are sure about -- the dreamer has to go!

Poor Poor Joseph

NARRATOR:

Next day, far from home, the brothers planned the repulsive crime

BROTHERS:

Let us grab him now, do him in, while we've got the time

NARRATOR:

This they did and made the most of it Tore his coat and flung him in a pit

BROTHERS:

Let us leave him here, all alone, and he's bound to die

NARRATOR:

When some Ishmaelites, a hairy crew, came riding by In a flash the brothers changed their plan

BROTHERS:

We need cash! Let's sell him if we can

CHORUS OF WEEPING MAIDENS:

Poor poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?

BROTHERS:

Could you use a slave, you hairy bunch of Ishmaelites? Young, strong, well-behaved, going cheap and he reads and writes

NARRATOR:

In a trice the dirty deed was done Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow Off to Egypt where Joseph was not too keen to go It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell

JOSEPH:

And I don't speak Egyptian very well

NARRATOR:

Joseph's brothers tore his precious multi-colored coat Having ripped it up, they next attacked a passing goat Soon the wretched creature was no more They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore

Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop? You make a sorry group, hey, how low can you stoop? Poor poor Joseph, sold to be a slave Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave

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One More Angel in Heaven

BROTHERS (Levi sings lead):

Father, we've something to tell you, a story of our time A tragic but inspiring tale of manhood in its prime You know you had a dozen sons -- well now that's not quite true But feel no sorrow, do not grieve, he would not want you to

There's one more angel in Heaven There's one more star in the sky Joseph we'll never forget you It's tough but we're gonna get my There's one less place at our table There's one more tear in my eye But Joseph the things that you stood for Like -- er, truth and light never die

When I think of his last great battle A lump comes to my throat It takes a man who knows not fear To wrestle with a goat His blood-stained coat is tribute to his final sacrifice His body may be past its peak but his soul's in paradise

There's one less place at our table There's one more tear in my eye But Joseph the things that you stood for Like truth and light never die Carve his name with pride and courage Let no tear be shed If he had not laid down his life we all would now be dead

There's one more angel in Heaven There's one more star in the sky Joseph we'll never forget you It's tough but we're gonna get my

Potiphar

POTIPHAR:

Potiphar had very few cares I was one of Egypt's millionaires Having made a fortune buying shares In pyramids

Potiphar had made a huge pile Owned a large percentage of the Nile Meant that I could really live in style and I did

Joseph was an unimportant slave who found he liked his master Consequently worked much harder, even with devotion Potiphar could see that Joseph was a cut above the average Made him leader of the household, maximum promotion Potiphar was cool and so fine But his wife would never toe the line It's all there in chapter thirty-nine Of Genesis

She was beautiful but evil Saw a lot of men against his will He would have to tell her that she still Was his

Joseph's looks and handsome figure had attracted her attention Every morning she would beckon

POTIPHAR'S WIFE:

Come and lie with me love

POTIPHAR:

Joseph wanted to resist her, till one day she proved too eager Joseph cried in vain

JOSEPH:

Please stop! I don't believe in free love

POTIPHAR:

Potiphar was counting shekels in his den below the bedroom When he heard a mighty rumpus clattering above him Suddenly he knew his riches couldn't buy him what he wanted Gold would never make him happy if she didn't love him.....

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reading

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MoJoRiSin

12-23-2011, 11:31 PM

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/da/Young_alexander_hamilton.jpg

Frieda

12-27-2011, 07:47 PM

there's an eyelash stuck under my left upper eyelid and it won't come out

Coffee

12-28-2011, 07:06 PM

RIP Mr. Sun.

Frieda

01-05-2012, 07:25 PM

I feel like my head is going to asplode.

MoJoRiSin

01-06-2012, 12:08 AM

^that's how i felt when i read this (http://www.oregonlive.com/portland/index.ssf/2011/12/no_criminal_charges_will_be_fi.html)
here....
read this (http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/05/us/texas-prisoner-burials-are-a-gentle-touch-in-a-punitive-system.html?scp=1&sq=texas%20prison%20cemetary&st=cse) too...
it sort of makes up for the other
perhaps....

MoJoRiSin

01-12-2012, 11:50 PM

"......
The Dalai Lama, who had watched a brain operation during a visit to an American medical school over a decade earlier, asked the surgeons a startling question: Can the mind shape brain matter?

Over the years, he said, neuroscientists had explained to him that mental experiences reflect chemical and electrical changes in the brain. When electrical impulses zip through our visual cortex, for instance, we see; when neurochemicals course through the limbic system we feel.

But something had always bothered him about this explanation, the Dalai Lama said. Could it work the other way around? That is, in addition to the brain giving rise to thoughts and hopes and beliefs and emotions that add up to this thing we call the mind, maybe the mind also acts back on the brain to cause physical changes in the very matter that created it. If so, then pure thought would change the brain's activity, its circuits or even its structure.

One brain surgeon hardly paused. Physical states give rise to mental states, he asserted; 'downward' causation from the mental to the physical is not possible. The Dalai Lama let the matter drop. This wasn't the first time a man of science had dismissed the possibility that the mind can change the brain. But 'I thought then and still think that there is yet no scientific basis for such a categorical claim,' he later explained. 'I am interested in the extent to which the mind itself, and specific subtle thoughts, may have an influence upon the brain.'

The Dalai Lama had put his finger on an emerging revolution in brain research. In the last decade of the 20th century, neuroscientists overthrew the dogma that the adult brain can't change. To the contrary, its structure and activity can morph in response to experience, an ability called neuroplasticity. The discovery has led to promising new treatments for children with dyslexia and for stroke patients, among others.

But the brain changes that were discovered in the first rounds of the neuroplasticity revolution reflected input from the outside world. For instance, certain synthesized speech can alter the auditory cortex of dyslexic kids in a way that lets their brains hear previously garbled syllables; intensely practiced movements can alter the motor cortex of stroke patients and allow them to move once paralyzed arms or legs.

The kind of change the Dalai Lama asked about was different. It would come from inside. Something as intangible and insubstantial as a thought would rewire the brain. To the mandarins of neuroscience, the very idea seemed as likely as the wings of a butterfly leaving a dent on an armored tank.

Neuroscientist Helen Mayberg had not endeared herself to the pharmaceutical industry by discovering, in 2002, that inert pills -- placebos -- work the same way on the brains of depressed people as antidepressants do. Activity in the frontal cortex, the seat of higher thought, increased; activity in limbic regions, which specialize in emotions, fell. She figured that cognitive-behavioral therapy, in which patients learn to think about their thoughts differently, would act by the same mechanism.

At the University of Toronto, Dr. Mayberg, Zindel Segal and their colleagues first used brain imaging to measure activity in the brains of depressed adults. Some of these volunteers then received paroxetine (the generic name of the antidepressant Paxil), while others underwent 15 to 20 sessions of cognitive-behavior therapy, learning not to catastrophize. That is, they were taught to break their habit of interpreting every little setback as a calamity, as when they conclude from a lousy date that no one will ever love them.

All the patients' depression lifted, regardless of whether their brains were infused with a powerful drug or with a different way of thinking. Yet the only 'drugs' that the cognitive-therapy group received were their own thoughts.

The scientists scanned their patients' brains again, expecting that the changes would be the same no matter which treatment they received, as Dr. Mayberg had found in her placebo study. But no. 'We were totally dead wrong,' she says. Cognitive-behavior therapy muted overactivity in the frontal cortex, the seat of reasoning, logic, analysis and higher thought. The antidepressant raised activity there. Cognitive-behavior therapy raised activity in the limbic system, the brain's emotion center. The drug lowered activity there.

With cognitive therapy, says Dr. Mayberg, the brain is rewired 'to adopt different thinking circuits.'

Such discoveries of how the mind can change the brain have a spooky quality that makes you want to cue the 'Twilight Zone' theme, but they rest on a solid foundation of animal studies. Attention, for instance, seems like one of those ephemeral things that comes and goes in the mind but has no real physical presence. Yet attention can alter the layout of the brain as powerfully as a sculptor's knife can alter a slab of stone.

That was shown dramatically in an experiment with monkeys in 1993. Scientists at the University of California, San Francisco, rigged up a device that tapped monkeys' fingers 100 minutes a day every day. As this bizarre dance was playing on their fingers, the monkeys heard sounds through headphones. Some of the monkeys were taught: Ignore the sounds and pay attention to what you feel on your fingers, because when you tell us it changes we'll reward you with a sip of juice. Other monkeys were taught: Pay attention to the sound, and if you indicate when it changes you'll get juice.

After six weeks, the scientists compared the monkeys' brains. Usually, when a spot on the skin receives unusual amounts of stimulation, the amount of cortex that processes touch expands. That was what the scientists found in the monkeys that paid attention to the taps: The somatosensory region that processes information from the fingers doubled or tripled. But when the monkeys paid attention to the sounds, there was no such expansion. Instead, the region of their auditory cortex that processes the frequency they heard increased.

Through attention, UCSF's Michael Merzenich and a colleague wrote, 'We choose and sculpt how our ever-changing minds will work, we choose who we will be the next moment in a very real sense, and these choices are left embossed in physical form on our material selves.'

The discovery that neuroplasticity cannot occur without attention has important implications. If a skill becomes so routine you can do it on autopilot, practicing it will no longer change the brain. And if you take up mental exercises to keep your brain young, they will not be as effective if you become able to do them without paying much attention.

Since the 1990s, the Dalai Lama had been lending monks and lamas to neuroscientists for studies of how meditation alters activity in the brain. The idea was not to document brain changes during meditation but to see whether such mental training produces enduring changes in the brain.

All the Buddhist 'adepts' -- experienced meditators -- who lent their brains to science had practiced meditation for at least 10,000 hours. One by one, they made their way to the basement lab of Richard Davidson at the University of Wisconsin, Madison. He and his colleagues wired them up like latter-day Medusas, a tangle of wires snaking from their scalps to the lectroencephalograph that would record their brain waves.

Eight Buddhist adepts and 10 volunteers who had had a crash course in meditation engaged in the form of meditation called nonreferential compassion. In this state, the meditator focuses on unlimited compassion and loving kindness toward all living beings.

As the volunteers began meditating, one kind of brain wave grew exceptionally strong: gamma waves. These, scientists believe, are a signature of neuronal activity that knits together far-flung circuits -- consciousness, in a sense. Gamma waves appear when the brain brings together different features of an object, such as look, feel, sound and other attributes that lead the brain to its aha moment of, yup, that's an armadillo.

Some of the novices 'showed a slight but significant increase in the gamma signal,' Prof. Davidson explained to the Dalai Lama. But at the moment the monks switched on compassion meditation, the gamma signal began rising and kept rising. On its own, that is hardly astounding: Everything the mind does has a physical correlate, so the gamma waves (much more intense than in the novice meditators) might just have been the mark of compassion meditation.

Except for one thing. In between meditations, the gamma signal in the monks never died down. Even when they were not meditating, their brains were different from the novices' brains, marked by waves associated with perception, problem solving and consciousness. Moreover, the more hours of meditation training a monk had had, the stronger and more enduring the gamma signal.

It was something Prof. Davidson had been seeking since he trekked into the hills above Dharamsala to study lamas and monks: evidence that mental training can create an enduring brain trait.

Prof. Davidson then used fMRI imaging to detect which regions of the monks' and novices' brains became active during compassion meditation. The brains of all the subjects showed activity in regions that monitor one's emotions, plan movements, and generate positive feelings such as happiness. Regions that keep track of what is self and what is other became quieter, as if during compassion meditation the subjects opened their minds and hearts to others.[SIZE]

Odbe

01-26-2012, 08:45 PM

I'm house- and pet-sitting for a family friend. They have a dog. We love each other's company. They also have a cat, and while I've always gotten along well with cats, I've found there is a shift in mindset from dog-owner to cat-owner, even temporarily.

Things I Have Learned About Cats (by generalising about stuff this one cat does)
1. The cat owns the whole bed. You're allowed to sleep in it as a kind of oversized hot-water bottle.
2. Close enough is good enough when using the litterbox.
3. Chin rubs.
4. A dog serves you becasue it loves you, a cat loves you because you serve it.
5. Cats really do love eating fish.
6. All cats are entirely cold and narcissistic. Whether through selective breeding or cruel chance, they have a fundamental need for human affection. They glare at you to show you that they resent this. Or maybe their faces are just stuck like that.

YsaPur EsChomuw

01-26-2012, 09:24 PM

4. A dog serves you becasue it loves you, a cat loves you because you serve it.

That might be the reason dogs suffer all kinds of neuroses while cats are generally healthy (mentally).

Generally speaking, a dog would want to be with you. Always. It makes them anxious if they can't be with you. Unless, of course, they're the leader of the pack. If you bring them up that way, they expect your undying loyalty. ;)

brightpearl

01-27-2012, 11:29 AM

^Neuroses, yes. Our dog has started a search and destroy mission for the baby's pacifiers. The baby doesn't care so much about the pacifiers, so it's not a big deal, but it does reveal the extent of the dog's jealousy.

Poor baby. By which I mean the dog, not the baby. :)

Brynn

01-27-2012, 06:11 PM

I had a really neurotic cat once who was jealous when I nursed the baby, so one day she peed on the bed in front of us.

brightpearl

01-27-2012, 10:54 PM

^That is horrible. And also hilarious.

How cats see themselves:
http://i.huffpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/205982/slide_205982_634569_large.jpg

MoJoRiSin

01-30-2012, 01:29 AM

..".... Following Steven Collins, we can take a particularly vivid example from one of the Jataka stories (stories of the Buddha's previous lives, one of the most widely known genres of the Buddhist canon) , a story that is long and fascinating which I will all too briefly summarize. (*)
"Once upon a time there was a king of Beneres who ruled justly (dhammena). He had sixteen thousand woman, but did not obtain a son or a daughter from any of them." Indra the king of the gods, took pity on him and sent the future Buddha to be born as a son to his chief queen. The child was named Temiya, and his father was delighted with him. When he was a month old he was dressed up and brought to his father, who was so pleased with him that he held him in his lap as he held court. Just then four criminals were brought in, and the king sentenced one of them to be imprisoned, two to be lashed or struck with swords, and one to be impaled on a stake. Temiya was extremely upset and worried that his father would go to hell for his horrible deeds. The next day Temiya remembered his previous births, including that in the past he had been king of th is very city, and that, as a result of his actions he had subsequently spent 80,000 years in an especially terrible hell, where he had been cooked on hot metal in excruciating pain the whole time. He determined that this would not happen again, so he pretended to be lame deaf, and dumb, so that he could not succeed to the kingship.

Because he was beautiful and had a perfectly formed body, people found it had to believe in his defects, but because he was a future Buddha, he was able to resist all temptations to give himself away whether with loud noises, terrifying snakes, or beautiful girls. When he was 16b the soothsayers told the king that he would bring bad luck to the royal house and should be killed. His mother begged him to save himself by showing that he was without defect, but knowing what his fate would be if he succeeded to the kingship, he refused. Temiya was sent in his chariot to the charnel ground, where he was to be killed, but the gods saw to it thath the charioteer took him to the forest instead....
(to be con't)
~story retold by
Robert N. Bellah
Religion in Human Evolution
page 584

* this is the well know "Birth Story of the Dumb Cripple" (Mugapakkha Jataka, Ja.6.1ff ., no. 538)
For a complete translation see "The Story of Temiya the Dumb Cripple" in The
Jatakas: Birth Stories of the Bodhisatta, trans. Sarah Shaw (New Delhi Penguin, 2006), pg 179-221

YsaPur EsChomuw

01-31-2012, 02:13 AM

paper city (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturepicturegalleries/9049245/Origami-architect-Ingrid-Siliakus-and-her-cities-made-of-cut-and-folded-paper.html)

MoJoRiSin

02-18-2012, 01:08 AM

continued from ^^
.............(I left some out here)
.....they (his followers) left gold and jewels in the streets of the city as of no more use. Soon a neighboring king hearing what had happened decided to annex Benares and scoop up the gold and jewels.....

...more to come

Frieda

02-23-2012, 03:21 PM

I used to be a lot more funny a few years ago

Frieda

02-23-2012, 03:21 PM

And my English was better too

12"razormix

02-25-2012, 09:02 PM

clicky (http://vimeo.com/couchmode/35144846)

MoJoRiSin

02-26-2012, 12:36 PM

^watch that instead
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This is an interesting film that one should think not as a documentary about a Jordanian collecting trash but more an explanation of a culture westerners have trouble understanding. I suspect this film may be a doc spiced with some.... hmmm shall we say nondoc story telling. We are told early in the film due to an economy chronically gasping for air, Middle Eastern impoverished men often relocate to Europe or the States for employment or else become Islamic extremists and if resettling in the land of Infidels for jobs they are not good Muslims. Hard choices. Early in Abu Amars life he left Jordan to fight with the Mujahadeen in Afghanistan(a good Muslim) though the film starts off much later in the Jordanian city of Zarqa(home of modern day folkhero-Musab al-Zarqawi) where Abu is eking out a living driving around in a failing truck with his kids rounding up cardboard. Despite needing to borrow rent for his slum apartment he has a working TV, cell phone, eight kids and seems to always have food on the table(same in Americas slums.) This along with an UNfilmed foray by Abu into war torn Baghdad allegedly towing cars for sale/delivery made me wonder Recycles veracity. Abu struggles day to day while grousing his financial problems are the result of his estranged father though does not elaborate meanwhile is working on a book which he lacks the funds to publish. There are friends of Abus, couch philosphers who appear repeatedly discussing/explaining Islamic and Middle East culture/politics. Amusing they understood why Afghanistan was invaded after 911 but the reason to invade Iraq escapes them, me too. No cultural divide there. At the end Abu faces the decision of leaving his country for economic opportunity. The ending though poignant also makes me wonder(?real.) Regardless, well done and culturaly enlightening.
movie review found at netflix dot com
Recycle

Recycle
2007NR76 minutes
In a rundown Jordanian city, ex-mujahedeen Abu Amar struggles to provide for his family while also trying to accomplish his goal of getting his book published. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to escape suffering daily humiliations. This documentary, which takes place in Zarqa, the hometown of the late Islamic militant Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, follows Abu Amar's experiences as he tries to build a normal life.

Cast:Abu Amar Director:Mahmoud al Massad Genres:Documentaries, Foreign Movies, Foreign Documentaries, Dutch Movies, Middle Eastern Movies, Arabic-Language MoviesLanguage: Arabic This movie is:GrittyAvailability:Streaming

for sure

MoJoRiSin

03-14-2012, 12:15 AM

German Emigration Records

Many German emigrants exited through the ports of Bremerhaven and Cuxhaven. Bremerhaven was the port of Bremen because the Bremen port was full of silt and needed dredging. Ships could not get into Bremen. Cuxhaven was the port for Hamburg. Other German ports were primarily located along the eastern sea board and included Stettin, Gdansk (Danzig), Libau, Memel, and Riga. Germans also used Scandinavian ports (especially Copenhagen). The ports in Antwerp, Belgium and le Havre, France were also used.
Some causes for German emigration:

Compulsory military conscription was unpopular. Many young men emigrated without permission in order to avoid military service. It has been estimated that more than fifty percent of young men of military age emigrated illegally.
In the early 1800s, an economic depression and over-population caused restrictions on marriages and attempts to limit growth in poor areas of the south and central Germany. Young couples in these areas often emigrated separately or together, often with illegitimate children.
Only three religions were allowed in German lands: Catholic, Lutheran and Reformed. Prussian King Friedrich Wilhelm III united the Reformed (Calvinist) and Lutheran churches in 1817 on the 300th anniversary of the Reformation. These religious restrictions caused some to emigrate for religious convictions.
Industrialization in the mid 1800s created many new jobs, but also caused the decline of the cottage industries which had kept many families from starving. The hardest hit were the linen weavers who worked on looms in their homes. Mechanical looms and the competition from foreign markets drove many to pack up and leave.
Rising grain prices in the early 1830s, mid 1840s, and 1850s created a hardship on sustaining a family.
Some communities tried to get rid of the chronically underprivileged members of the society, with some towns paying the passage cots in exchange for the individual giving up all citizenship rights and promising not to return.
Improved transportation with the removal of tolls on the Rhine, Main and Neckar rivers in the 1830s, made it cheaper to travel to a port city. The railroad miles also doubled by 1846-47.
Industrialization wiped out home industries such as spinning, weaving, etc.
Land prices were increasing, but the income produced from the land did not have the corresponding increase. Selling the land rights often provided enough money to allow a family to emigrate.
Some farm sizes had become so small that they no longer could support a family.
From 1830-1845, growing grapes for the wine industry was unstable, and a series of bad crops caused many to emigrate.
The largest share of taxes and military personnel came from tradesmen, farmers, artisans, and laborers. Many did not want their children to feel the brunt of upcoming wars, unemployment, indebtedness, and impoverishment.
Relatives or friends who had already emigrated sent positive reports back to their hometown. Their reports encouraged others to follow.
Some political refugees, especially after the failed 1848 revolution, decided to leave.

Some destination sites for the emigrants:

Many from the crowded south of the German areas in the 1700s moved to new Prussian lands opening in Pomerania, West and East Prussia, Silesia, and Posen.
Hungary, Spain, Russia, and France were other destinations which developed German-speaking pockets.
Following the Thirty Years' War in 1648, the Swiss moved in to rebuild destroyed regions, but this did not always work out as planned.
In the 1700s, it is estimated that 830,000 Germans emigrated to Russia, while only 125,000 went to America. Catherine the Great invited German farmers to emigrate to her unsettled frontier in the southern Ukraine along the Black Sea and the Sea of Azor. About 37,000 accepted the 1763 invitation.
From 1717-1775, most of the Germans going to America landed in Philadelphia and gave Pennsylvania the largest German population.

MoJoRiSin

03-20-2012, 11:48 PM

could you even imagine one of your friends inviting you to a baby shower for her fifth child when you had already attended the (ones for the) other four?
(fyi: I certainly can not) ;)

MoJoRiSin

03-24-2012, 06:17 PM

http://www.saieditor.com/img/besht-paint.png

Baal Shem Tov, 1698 - 1760
Master of the Good Name

Israel Ben Eliezer, later known as The Baal Shem Tov (The Master of the Divine Name, var. Master of the Good Name), was born on August 27, 1698 to Rabbi Eliezer and his wife Sarah. They lived in the small village Okup on the Russian-Polish border. Both Rabbi Eliezer and Sarah were already very old when their first child, Israel was born.

Baal Shem means "Possessor or Master of The (Divine) Name", which contemporaries and subsequent followers conferred upon him. Martin Buber explained more kindly: 'One who lives with and for this fellow-men on the foundation of his relationship with the Divine'.

^http://www.saieditor.com/stars/baal.html

what doe "Baal" mean?
i wonder
i always thought it meant "false god"
why did i think that?

~~~

Vhttp://www.aish.com/jl/h/cc/48954961.html

The Hassidic movement ― the movement of the "pious ones" or Chassidut, in Hebrew ― was founded in the 18th century in Eastern Europe by Rabbi Israel ben Eliezer, who became known as the Ba'al Shem Tov, which means "Master of the Good Name."
He was born in 1698 in Okup, in Podolia province (of what is now Ukraine) near the Dniester River. The Ba'al Shem Tov (who was also known as the Besht) was a poor orphan child who worked in the Carpathian Mountains as a laborer. During this time he studied with a secret society of Jewish mystics, the Nestarim, and he eventually became a revered rabbi.
He traveled from community to community, developing a reputation wherever he went as a spiritual holy man and mystical healer, attracting a huge following.
His teachings revolutionized the demoralized, persecuted Jews of Eastern Europe.
After the pogroms and massacres, large parts of Eastern European Jewry had slipped into dire poverty. In addition to the tremendous physical destruction wrought by the Chmielnicki massacres, the tremendous disappointment caused by the false Messiah Shabbetai Tzvi left much of the Jewish population of Eastern Europe in a collective state of deep depression. One of the victims of this situation was Jewish scholarship, with only an elite few studying in yeshivas while the rest eked out a meager living. As a result of the decrease in scholarship, Jewish religious life suffered ― with the average Jew not connecting either intellectually or spiritually with God. And this is what the Ba'al Shem Tov sought to change.
His teachings (he left no writings) brought about a whole movement which emphasized the idea of bringing God into all aspects of one's life, particularly through intense prayer and joyous singing. He taught that even the deeds of the simplest Jew, if performed correctly and sincerely, were equal to those of the greatest scholars.

Hassidic thought stressed the importance of devekut or "clinging to God." This involves feeling the presence of God in all aspects of one's existence and not just through Torah study and observance of the commandments.
The following parable describes the way the early Hassidic masters diagnosed the situation:
An apprentice blacksmith, after he had learned his trade from the master, made a list for himself of how he must go about his craft. How he should pump the bellows, secure the anvil, and wield the hammer. He omitted nothing. When he went to work at the king's palace, however, he discovered to his dismay that he could not perform his duties, and was dismissed. He had forgotten to note one thing-perhaps because it was so obvious-that first he must ignite a spark to kindle the fire. He had to return to the master, who reminded him of the first principle which he had forgotten.(1)
Trying to infuse one's life with spirituality in all aspects caught on very rapidly among the simple Jews in particular. Very rapidly, especially in Eastern Europe, thousands upon thousands of Jews were drawn to the Hassidic movement.
Hassidic Dynasties
When the Ba'al Shem Tov died in 1760, he was succeeded by Rabbi Dov Ber or Mezrich whose disciples went off to develop particular streams within the Hassidic movement and to found their own dynasties. There were many significant personalities in this group. (For those interested in reading about them, see Chassidic Masters: History, Biography and Thought by Aryeh Kaplan.) We will mention just a few:
Rabbi Dov Ber (1704-1772). Known as the Maggid of Mezritch, he succeeded the Ba'al Shem Tov as head of the Hassidic movement and further developed many of the movement's philosophies. Incidentally, the great psychologist Carl G. Jung, nearing his death, said that all of his advances in psychology were preempted by Rabbi Dov Ber, which gives you an idea of the Maggid's insights into human nature. (See C.G. Jung Speaking, p. 271-272.)

Rabbi Shneur Zalman of Liadi, (1745-1812). He was known as the Alter Rebbe and the Ba'al HaTanya. He wrote the famous work, the Tanya, and founded the Lubavitch sect of Hassidism. The Lubavitch Hassidim are known as Chabad ― which is an acronym for chochmah, ("wisdom"), binah ("understanding") and da'at ("knowledge.") According to Kabbalah, these are the three highestintellectual of the ten sefirot ― channels of Divine energy ― and their name for this Hassidic sect hints how much its teachings are steeped in Kabbalah.

"Hassidism uplifted the masses, but it would be wrong to suppose that its teachings were designed solely as a kind of spiritual medicine, necessary when one is ill, but of no value for the healthy. An important teaching of Hassidism is that its insights are important to the spiritual well-being of every Jew. Although its masters aimed much of their energies at helping poor, illiterate Jews, it would be incorrect to say that this was the main characteristic of Hassidism, since the movement also brought new vision and depth to the entire body of Jewish thought."
The Opposition
As it spread, the Hassidic movement also attracted tremendous opposition from those more traditionally and intellectually-minded Rabbis, the majority of whom were against the Hassidic movement.
The major personality who was opposed to the Hassidic movement was Rabbi Elijah ben Shlomo Zalman, known as the Vilna Gaon ("Genius of Vilna") and also the Gra (acronym for the "Gaon Rabbi Elijah") who lived in this time period (1720-1797). The Vilna Gaon was a brilliant scholar who made an enormous impact on Jewish learning. A person of wide-ranging interests and author of some 70 books on various subjects, the Vilna Gaon seemed to excel in every aspect of scholarship. He knew Jewish law, Kabbalah, mathematics, astronomy, physics, anatomy. He barely slept; he just catnapped four times a day for one hour, and the rest of the time he studied. Whenever he got tired, he stuck his feet in a bucket of cold water to wake himself up. He never wanted to waste a minute. Although he never made it to Israel, he sent many of his students to live there.
What worried the Vilna Gaon was not so much the Kabbalistic aspects of Hassidism (after all, he himself had studied Kabbalah) but the potential for producing another false messiah (like Shabbetai Tzvi whose story we covered in Part 51. The Vilna Gaon also objected to the Hassidic concept that God is "in all things" as too close to pantheism or the idea that everything was equally holy.(2)
He was also concerned about the concept of the rebbe (as the leader of each Hassidic sect was called) because he felt that the Hassidic concept that a person elevates himself spiritually simply by "attaching" himself to a holy person (a rebbe) was an idolatrous idea.
Another significant concern of the Vilna Gaon was de-intellectualization of Torah. The Hassidic movement was largely a movement of simple, uneducated Jews, and he worried that Jewish scholarship was going to be replaced by singing and dancing. A religion that was a synthesis of heart and mind would become all heart and no mind.
Finally, the Vilna Gaon, and many other rabbis strongly objected to the fact that the Hassidim had changed the text of the prayer as this was considered a serious break with tradition and wholly unacceptable.
The Vilna Gaon was so strongly opposed to the Hassidic movement that he and others like him came to be called misnagdim, which means "those who are against." In 1772, the misnagdim excommunicated the hassidim, but the ban did not stick. The following is excerpts from the excommunication of Hassidim (April 1772):
Our brethren, sons of Israel…as you know, new people have appeared, unimagined by our forefathers….and they associate amongst themselves and their ways are different from other children of Israel in their liturgy…they behave in a crazed manner and say that their thoughts wander in all worlds…And they belittle the study of the Torah, and repeatedly claim that one should not study much, nor deeply regret ones' transgressions…Therefore, we have come to inform our brethren, Children of Israel, from near and far…and top sound to them the voice of excommunication and banishment….Until they themselves repent completely….(3)
(For more on this subject, see Triumph of Survival by Berel Wein, pp. 86-119.)
While the creation of the Hassidic movement did initially cause a serious split in the Jewish world, it did not create a permanent separation. Today we can see hassidic sects who have become quite scholarship-minded, opening their own yeshivas and studying the Talmud intensely.
In hindsight we see that the Hassidic movement contributed significantly to the revitalization of Eastern European Jewry. (i left some out here) r.
As a result of the Hassidic contribution, Judaism became stronger and more ready to face the assault from a new secular movement in the Western called "The Enlightenment."

MoJoRiSin

04-02-2012, 07:33 AM

Queen Latifa has a beautiful voice

MoJoRiSin

04-05-2012, 11:22 PM

One of these signats showed some animal heads and ears of corn, all jumbled together, and no one has ever been able to understand what it was intended to
convey:p

MoJoRiSin

04-06-2012, 08:58 PM

"thank you for all prayers granted"

MoJoRiSin

04-11-2012, 12:24 AM

prelude; overture; prolouge; preliminary match; foreplay; perfor-
mance; practical (exam); audition; das ist erst das ~ that is just
for starters

Collins German Unabridged Dictionary
seventh edition, 2007

MoJoRiSin

04-11-2012, 11:28 PM

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2chd1BLT71qzpl4ko1_500.jpg

MoJoRiSin

04-13-2012, 06:48 PM

Row row row
Your boat
Gently
Down
The stream

(You know the test)

MoJoRiSin

04-28-2012, 02:28 PM

"Readers’ comments on What Does [Sic] Mean? point up the curious feature of the human mind that infuses meaning into the meaningless.
I always thought it was an abbreviation for “Spelling Is Correct.”
I think I read on this site that someone believed “sic” to stand for “said in context”.
I had previously thought it was an acronym for “Spelled InCorrectly”.
This type of fill-in-the-blanks reasoning is at work in elaborate conspiracy theories and when someone sees the face of Jesus in a tortilla.
The tendency to find meaning in the partially-known is called apophenia: finding meaning or patterns where none exist.
Unfamiliar with the source of the notation [sic], readers make use of the letters and the context to create something that makes sense to them.
We all fall into this kind of fallacious reasoning at some time or another. Uncomfortable in a new situation, we hear laughter and are certain that the people are laughing at us. The narrative of the movie A Beautiful Mind revolves around the protagonist’s apophenic beliefs.
For those of us who write fiction, some aspect of apophenia must be at work when we spin whole narratives out of a chance remark or the glimpse of an oddly-dressed person on a train.
The human mind craves meaning. We look at our lives and see a meaningful narrative. We find evidence for beliefs that other people find preposterous.
If you browse the Wikipedia articles that stem from the one on apophenia, you’ll find several types of this kind of thinking.
One type is called Morton’s Demon, named by Glenn R. Morton to explain what was at work in his mind when he believed in a widely-held theory he no longer believes in.
Morton entered the study of physics believing firmly in creationist theory. His study of geology changed his belief. He then gave a name to the type of reasoning that had enabled him to believe in a theory with insufficient physical evidence:
Morton’s demon stands at the gateway of a person’s senses and lets in facts that agree with that person’s beliefs while deflecting those that do not."

MoJoRiSin

05-12-2012, 12:59 PM

"Sorry no matches please try some different terms"

MoJoRiSin

05-23-2012, 11:08 PM

Jesus may be a code word for heaven
(do you see it like i do?

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MoJoRiSin

05-23-2012, 11:09 PM

MoJoRiSin

06-02-2012, 12:25 PM

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/16/Hot_Cross_Buns_N_Yorks_version.png/400px-Hot_Cross_Buns_N_Yorks_version.png

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i sure hope you guys are laughing now (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_cross_buns)[/SI ZE]

Coffee

06-12-2012, 02:15 AM

I saw a bobcat kitten today, a wild one playing next to a culvert in a neighborhood bordering on miles and miles of open space. I was driving up the road and startled it a bit, it scampered away for a sec away from the culvert, relaized it was running the wrong way and dashed back to hide in the culvert. It looked up at me as I slowllly drove past and Meow/Snarled at me. OMFG...cutest thing I have Ever seen.

http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/002/cache/baby-bobcat_229_990x742.jpg
Photograph by Hope Ryden/Nat. Geo.
It was a bit grayer color but this is closest I could find in google images.

YsaPur EsChomuw

06-12-2012, 07:21 AM

I looked up images of 'culvert'. I had to. :o

^cute kitty.

Hyakujo's Fox

06-14-2012, 10:37 AM

YsaPur EsChomuw

06-18-2012, 01:57 PM

Malina is the Slovak word for raspberry.

MoJoRiSin

06-24-2012, 09:11 PM

i have no idea....
do you?

"Pigs for small farms

Why pigs have snouts

-- "Pigs are ideal ploughs, rooting up weeds and turning over the ground, while they manure it at the same time. They need to have a house and temporary fence (eg, electric netting) to confine them to the area.

Free-range pigs (Christine Thery) As soon as it has been cleared, move the house and fence ready for the next section." -- Katie Thear, Country Smallholding Magazine

-- "Use your own pigs, or borrow a neighbour's, to dig beds for you and to manure your land. Keep them in a moveable pen. Put them where you want your beds to be made. Leave them there until they have dug and manured enough." -- People's Farming Workbook

-- "Pigs would make an excellent addition to a farm for pasture renovation. Pigs can be extremely rough on pasture. Why not use unrung pigs on poor pasture instead of a plow? Then just level and reseed. Fertility would be taken care of by rotational grazed pigs." -- Greg Gunthorp, pasture pork producer.

See: Fertility Farming by Newman Turner, Chapter 17. Pigs and Poultry on the Fertility Farm. "In the building up of fertility, especially on the poor light-land farm, there is no animal more effective than the pig."

Raising pigs on soil in Japan

-- From "Multi-pollution" by Sawako Ariyoshi (first published in serial form in Asahi Shimbun newspaper from October 1974 to June 1975), translated by Midori Hiraga

I've heard many organic farmers saying: "I'm doing organic farming without hoping to make a profit." Some complain: "The biggest dissatisfaction is that consumers always demand cheap products. They don't think of the farmers who grow their food." But I finally found one young farmer who stated clearly: "I decided on organic farming because I want to make money." He was a 27-year-old pig farmer.

"You have to raise healthy pigs to make money," he said. "You can't raise healthy pigs on the artificial feeds on the market, and vets just inject lots of medicine when the pigs get sick. I don't want to eat such a pig -- and pigs don't become healthy with the medicines either. There are thousands of anti-fungicides and antibiotics in artificial pig feed. I can't let my pigs eat such stuff! The best food for healthy pigs is healthy soil."

The Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry in Japan says 65% of pigs sent to abattoirs are sick. The Department of Agriculture in the US reported that only half the piglets survive. Vets and scientists have concentrated on eradicating disease with new treatments, vaccinations, new antibiotics, but still, half the piglets die. So medicine couldn't solve the basic problem, and half the piglets die in protest.

A farmer in England reported: "If you confine pigs inside, many piglets will get diarrhoea [white scour]. I feed these sick piglets plenty of fresh soil full of humus, which contains no chemical fertilizers. I've proved that piglets stay healthy when they eat soil. You should start feeding piglets healthy soil when they're one week old, and continue until they're six weeks old. You'll be surprised how much soil piglets eat! The interesting thing is that it's no use at all feeding them chemically fertilised soil." [From "The Living Soil" by Lady Eve B. Balfour, Faber & Faber, London, 1943 -- see below.]

It seems the young farmer I met had done his homework. I had heard that soil is good for pigs, but I'd never actually seen such a pig. So I decided to visit him at his farm in the mountains.

He and his wife built their farmhouse themselves, using old wood thrown away a few years previously when it was a trend to build a new house. The couple met when he was 24, but their parents opposed the marriage, so they left their families and built their first house by themselves. An architect friend helped them with the structure, and they learnt basic construction techniques from him. Later they built pig housing on their own. His wife can even do welding.

The road to the house was untarred, red mountain soil, but there was plenty of rich black soil in the field in front of the pig pens. The farmer chased the pigs out of the house onto the field.

"It was just a mountain area full of trees and grass here," he said. "We set up electric fences around the field, but you only need to turn it on a couple of times. Pigs are smart and learn quickly, they won't try to escape after that."

Several pigs began digging in the soil with their noses. "Oh, this field was ploughed by pigs?" I asked.

"Yes. It was full of trees and grass, so first they ate grass, then they ate the grass roots and tree roots, and the trees fell down by themselves. You can see the timber over there," the farmer told me. There were piles of timber outside the fence, to be used for fuel wood.

A pig started urinating in front of me. Such a noise it made! The soil turned dark shining black with the pig's urine. Meanwhile, it was eating and digging in the soil all the time.

___"How long did it take to clear all the trees and grass?" I asked.
___"Well, less than half a year, I suppose," he said.
___"With such a small herd of pigs?"
___"The pigs do their job until they become pregnant. When they are pregnant, they stay in the house," he said.
___"How long?"
___"Three to four months."
___"How long has this place been ploughed by pigs altogether?"
___"About one and a half years. It's ploughed too much already, so I'm thinking to move to the next field," he said.

I was impressed to see the rich black soil in the field. Pigs had cleared the trees and grass, eaten it all, and quickly turned poor red mountain soil into fertile black soil rich in microorganisms, and the microorganisms then became good food for pigs. Black soil is soft and warm, it easily absorbs the warmth of the sun.

I hadn't imagined pigs' snouts could do such a job better than tractors. "It's a 'bull-ton-zer'," I said ("ton" means pig). The farmer laughed at my silly joke. He told me that costs are low farming pigs this way, and the pigs grow happily and healthily with plenty of exercise and lots of sunshine. Sows give birth to about 10 piglets twice a year.

"If you feed them soil, there are no weak or deformed piglets. Everything is so economical. Of course, you can only use the mountain soil nowadays."

Only the mountain soils are safe for pigs, most other soil is now too polluted.

Lady Eve's pigs

In "The Living Soil" (Faber & Faber, London, 1943), one of the founders of the organic growing movement, Lady Eve Balfour, tells how she kept her piglets healthy on her farm at Haughley in Suffolk, England. Pigs bred in modern housing are very prone to white scour -- prolonged diarrhoea. The text-books say it's caused by iron deficiency and recommend iron supplements, or, as an alternative, feeding the piglets pieces of turf.

"I have made many experiments in connection with the curing and prevention of this trouble. From the turf remedy I tried experiments with ordinary soil from arable fields. It was not long before I found that soil gathered from a field rich in humus, where no chemicals had been applied, was quite as effective as turf, curing the pigs within forty-eight hours. Whereas soil from exhausted land, or land treated with chemicals, had no effect in curing the disease. I also noticed that young pigs running in the open on good pasture, provided it was not too hard for them to rootle (as, for instance, in hard frost, or very prolonged drought), never suffered from this disorder. It is never a menace to my herd now under any conditions, even in long spells of severe winter weather, when the ground is covered with snow, and the pigs have to be entirely housed up. Under such conditions I no longer wait for the first sign of scour, but regularly collect the soil of fresh mole hills, newly thrown up above the snow, on land I know to be fertile. Collected daily, this soil is friable in the hardest frost, and is equally good in very wet weather, for it is never sticky. The pigs eat it voraciously in incredible quantities, starting when about a week old. I sometimes add a little chalk to it, which the pigs seem to like."

"The Living Soil" by Lady Eve B. Balfour, Faber & Faber, London, 1943
http://www.soilandhealth.org/"

^ source:
http://journeytoforever.org/farm_pig.html