This is the thread where everyone is random, Part II

[Coffee]

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

[YsaPur EsChomuw]

fox

[Brynn]

sweet

[MoJoRiSin]

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

[MoJoRiSin]

"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]

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]

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.
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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]

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

[MoJoRiSin]

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
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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 :


~the end

[Odbe]

http://imaginaryimageblog.tumblr.com/

[MoJoRiSin]

aparently
Bman shares his birthday with the guy who was the creator of Gumby
the Google Doodle for today is not to be missed
make sure to click on the balls though....

[12"razormix]

[MoJoRiSin]

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]

i have a weird feeling about today.

[YsaPur EsChomuw]

Why? What happened?