So this is what happens when I don't post for a few weeks.... A Celebrity wedding in London England, forces of nature ( floods, tornadoes, earthquakes), show up on the evening news, and a multimillionaire, political mastermind, dedicated fanatic to his cause, manipulator of public opinion.... is confronted by those who object to and oppose his message and methods. No, not the man with: 1) multiple wives and children and, 2) weird hair on his head and the ability to strike terror in the hearts of many (Donald Trump). But the other guy with multiple wives and children, the scraggly beard on his face and the ability to strike terror in the hearts of many
( while on a five year vacation in... Pakistan?? ). Usama bin Laden.
Wow, what a time to be alive and witnessing events of global implications. Yes, significant events have taken place since God created the universe and gave mankind an opportunity to see what we could accomplish with all that we have available to us. People haven't changed much since days of old. The difference now is that with the speed of our communication and transportation, the world is still 25 thousand miles around the equator but it seems like a much smaller place.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Saturday Day
I had a chance and took it. We all get opportunities pass our way. Some are of interest and some we hardly recognize. Mine was of great interest so I jumped at it and was glad I did. My family lives in another town and we see each other occasionly. I was invited to visit them while they were on a road trip. I drove to meet them and we spent some time together. Of course, pictures were taken , conversation was held, and although we didn't solve world problems, we enjoyed one another for a few hours before we went our separate ways. I have been blessed by God throughout my life in many ways. The time I get to be with Family is a great blessing in itself.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Cool Stuff Online!!!!
I came across these sites and thought you might like them...Lots of possibilities await...
www.radiorage.com
www.redferret.com
www.radiorage.com
www.redferret.com
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Neighborhood Watch
This is a True Story. These events occurred Wed, April 6, 2011
Early this morning,( 4 am ) as I was setting out my trash can,
I thought about what a good day was coming this way.
The air was cool, the neighborhood was quiet, and there was
real sense of calm.
I stood in my driveway, leaned against my car, and just enjoyed it
for a few minutes. I started to get an uneasy sense that I wasn't
alone. There were no sounds of car engines, or doors opening, or
voices, but I could tell something was not quite right. I saw no
one, but thought I was being watched.
I decided to go back in the house and as I turned towards the
door I saw something in a neighbors front window. Sitting in
the sill, between the curtain and the glass, was their family cat.
I wondered if it was watching me the entire time. Mystery solved.
So I waved as I went inside my house and considered updating
the "hobbies or special skills" section on my resume to
include Cat Entertainer.
Cats are amazing creatures that observe so much, but say so
little. I think that their point of view on life would make
interesting reading. Unfortunately, they absolutely refuse to
write anything down using a keyboard, they seem to prefer the mouse.
Early this morning,( 4 am ) as I was setting out my trash can,
I thought about what a good day was coming this way.
The air was cool, the neighborhood was quiet, and there was
real sense of calm.
I stood in my driveway, leaned against my car, and just enjoyed it
for a few minutes. I started to get an uneasy sense that I wasn't
alone. There were no sounds of car engines, or doors opening, or
voices, but I could tell something was not quite right. I saw no
one, but thought I was being watched.
I decided to go back in the house and as I turned towards the
door I saw something in a neighbors front window. Sitting in
the sill, between the curtain and the glass, was their family cat.
I wondered if it was watching me the entire time. Mystery solved.
So I waved as I went inside my house and considered updating
the "hobbies or special skills" section on my resume to
include Cat Entertainer.
Cats are amazing creatures that observe so much, but say so
little. I think that their point of view on life would make
interesting reading. Unfortunately, they absolutely refuse to
write anything down using a keyboard, they seem to prefer the mouse.
Monday, April 4, 2011
....Spring is here...
.....it must be April... the sounds of lawnmower engines were heard in my neighborhood this weekend...followed soon after by the scent of fresh cut Bermuda / Rye blend, an occasional Fescue and the ever popular Kentucky Blue.....Then of course, the watery eyes and the sneezing.....ah Spring...the welcome season that shakes off the short days and long nights of Winter...brings new growth and new plans... increased visits to the local garden center....searching for the just right shade of flowers to look great but still be affordable (and low maintenance)....more scent of fertilizer, soil conditioners and consideration of buying new tools or some amazing gizmo to make it all seem easier. Yes, spring. Ah-Choo.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
current events
.....the ARC campus was open early this morning. I didn't show up until noon. Lots of classwork to do,
but I needed to run some errands. The usual, uneventful, everyday "boring" things that need attention ....
gas station ( third price increase in 5 days ), drop off dry cleaning, get a new garden sprinkler and grass seed,
then to the post office for stamps. Some people still use stamps to mail letters made from paper to keep in touch. Yes, I know it is the 21st century, new decade new technology etc.
I could be using use email, texting, twitter or some other critter to be interactive with the bulk of society. But there is something lost in the immediateness of instant communication. There was a time that we had to wait weeks, days or hours to get information. Now it is at the speed of light and some think that is still too slow.
The optimal solution would be to get a message before the other person sent it. Now that would be the social media event that would truly save all of us some time.
but I needed to run some errands. The usual, uneventful, everyday "boring" things that need attention ....
gas station ( third price increase in 5 days ), drop off dry cleaning, get a new garden sprinkler and grass seed,
then to the post office for stamps. Some people still use stamps to mail letters made from paper to keep in touch. Yes, I know it is the 21st century, new decade new technology etc.
I could be using use email, texting, twitter or some other critter to be interactive with the bulk of society. But there is something lost in the immediateness of instant communication. There was a time that we had to wait weeks, days or hours to get information. Now it is at the speed of light and some think that is still too slow.
The optimal solution would be to get a message before the other person sent it. Now that would be the social media event that would truly save all of us some time.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Movie Time
I made a 30 second movie on animoto.com
you can make one too. just sign up, sign in, and try it. ( free )
the link:
http://animoto.com/play/yVDHtALYyYpjPFMf4887UQ
you can make one too. just sign up, sign in, and try it. ( free )
the link:
http://animoto.com/play/yVDHtALYyYpjPFMf4887UQ
from a wandering mind....
Before the sun rose, my incomplete sleep cycle was intruded upon by the shrill, piercing cry of a neighbors car alarm announcing its perception that something was not as it should be. It continued for a few seconds, stopped, chirped and began again.
Probably the wind, I half thought, setting the alarm upon its predetermined course to alert all within range that it needed to be tended to. I waited. In my waking state, my unformed thoughts alternated between ignoring the sound, getting up and looking out the window into darkness at whatever might be happening, and ignoring the sound. I also considered ignoring the sound. I began to build a tolerance to the alarm and soon drifted back into 3/4 sleep.
My phone rang. I looked to the clock, reached out my hand and turned the switch on the lamp ( I do not use the clapper ). The voice on the phone asked for a cab. I do not have one. I informed the caller of my status as a non cab owner. I was told that I'd should have several of them. I repeated that I have not a single cab in my garage, driveway or in front of my house. I also asked the caller if they were sure that they had dialed the correct phone number. The caller said something about my lineage and hung up. I do not believe that the caller seeking a cab has met any of my family members, as they are truly fine people. I quickly came to the conclusion that the caller had, in fact, dialed my number by mistake. He and I may disagree on this point, but I am sure that there are no cabs registered to me at the DMV. And so begins another day.
Probably the wind, I half thought, setting the alarm upon its predetermined course to alert all within range that it needed to be tended to. I waited. In my waking state, my unformed thoughts alternated between ignoring the sound, getting up and looking out the window into darkness at whatever might be happening, and ignoring the sound. I also considered ignoring the sound. I began to build a tolerance to the alarm and soon drifted back into 3/4 sleep.
My phone rang. I looked to the clock, reached out my hand and turned the switch on the lamp ( I do not use the clapper ). The voice on the phone asked for a cab. I do not have one. I informed the caller of my status as a non cab owner. I was told that I'd should have several of them. I repeated that I have not a single cab in my garage, driveway or in front of my house. I also asked the caller if they were sure that they had dialed the correct phone number. The caller said something about my lineage and hung up. I do not believe that the caller seeking a cab has met any of my family members, as they are truly fine people. I quickly came to the conclusion that the caller had, in fact, dialed my number by mistake. He and I may disagree on this point, but I am sure that there are no cabs registered to me at the DMV. And so begins another day.
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