From the Art-Crawl Yahoo Group. I'm not really sure how I got on this list, and the content doesn't really seem appropriate for the content. I think it's a hangover from Web Ring days. Nonetheless, every now and again Art-Crawl produces a gem like this one whic arrived under the subject, "Inspiration of the Day.".
Overcome the angry by non-anger;
overcome the wicked by goodness;
overcome the miser by generosity;
overcome the liar by truth.
Dhammapada 223
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The Dalai Lama
http://www.flybynews.com/
From a listserver I recently subscribed to...
"Just as the heart beats in the darkness of the body, so I, despite this cage, continue to beat with life. Those who have no courage or honor consider themselves free, but they are slaves. I am flying on the wings of thought, and so, even in this cage, I know a greater freedom.">-----------------------Flyby News--------------------====>-- Abdul Rahim Muslim
{2001 - 2004 was imprisoned at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba by US}
News Fit to Transmit in the post Cassini flyby era
<<<>>> http://www.flybynews.com <<<>>>
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>-----Original Message-----
>
>When Silicon Valley wants to look good, it measures itself against
>Detroit. The comparison goes like this: If automotive technology had
>kept pace with computer technology over the past few decades, you
>would now be driving a V-32 instead of a V-8, and it would have a top
>speed of 10,000 miles per hour. Or you could have an economy car that
>weighs 30 pounds and gets a thousand miles to a gallon of gas. In
>either case the sticker price of a new car would be less than $50.
>In response to all this goading, Detroit grumbles:
>
>Yes, but would you really want to drive a car that crashes twice a day?
>
This is a definite candidate for the urban legends page...
[Forwards lost at sea]
> -----Original Message-----
>
> Earlier this year, the dazed crew of a Japanese Trawler were plucked
> out of the Sea of Japan clinging to the wreckage of their sunken ship.
> Their rescue, however, was followed by immediate imprisonment once
> authorities questioned the sailors on their ship's loss. To a man
> they claimed
> that a cow, falling out of a clear blue sky, had struck the trawler
> amidships, shattering it's hull and sinking the vessel within minutes.
>
> They remained in prison for several weeks, until the Russian Air Force
> reluctantly informed Japanese authorities that the crew of one of its
> cargo planes had apparently stolen a cow wandering at the edge of a
> Siberian airfield, forced the cow into the plane's hold and hastily
> taken
> off for home. Unprepared for live cargo, the Russian crew was
> ill-equipped to manage a now rampaging cow within its hold. To save
> the aircraft and themselves, they shoved the animal out of the cargo
> hold as they crossed the Sea of Japan at an altitude of 30,000 feet.
Continue reading "Chain mails that make you go, hmmm."
I have always been a Canadian, though, in a sense, it is my adopted country. My earliest memories are of Red Deer, Alberta, and Montreal, Quebec. However, before that I was born in West Germany, and shortly after those memories, my family moved to the United States, where I grew up, graduated high-school and attended a year of University. I didn't return to live in Canada until a few months after my 20th birthday.
And the return has become permanent. In time I gave up my coveted US Green Card--an object I'd fastidiously protected until my late 20's--without so much as batting an eye. I had long before that realised I was now living in a country that fit. Not to say Canada's perfect, but it's more suitable than all the other places I've been.
Of late, the country of my birthright has been taking it on the chin from the country of my childhood. Raw deals on raw softwood. Mad cow hypocrisy. Salmon wars. And the whole with-us-or-against-us Iraq bit. Lest we forget that the best friends say yes when it is best to say yes, and no when it is best to say, no, regardless of what the other friend wishes, or demands. Like a hurt, angry friend sometimes does, our neighbour to the south has forgotten all the times Canadians have unflinchingly said yes. And it appears to not understand that, sometimes, the most courageous act of friendship is to say, I disagree; I cannot go along with that.
Continue reading "FW: Proud to be Canadian!"
I had just announced my Critical Texts for Critical Times page to the Mark Helprin listserver, not even two weeks after 9-11. A few list members came back with excellent suggestions for additional texts. This one, unfortunately, didn't fit the page.
If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
A puppy laps the water from a can
Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant shaving
Whistles O Paradiso!--shall I say that man
Is not as men have said: a wolf to man?
The other murderers troop in yawning;
Three of them play Pitch, one sleeps, and one
Lies counting missions, lies there sweating
Till even his heart beats: One; One; One.
O murderers! . . . Still, this is how it's done:
This is a war . . . But since these play, before they die,
Like puppies with their puppy; since, a man,
I did as these have done, but did not die--
I will content the people as I can
And give up these to them: Behold the man!
I have suffered, in a dream, because of him,
Many things; for this last saviour, man,
I have lied as I lie now. But what is lying?
Men wash their hands, in blood, as best they can:
I find no fault in this just man.
Eighth Air Force
Randall Jarrell
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I was part of the planning committee for my 20th high school reunion. In an effort to track down AWOL classmates I sent out a rather broad and ill-advised mass email to addresses gleaned from several directories. Anything resembling a classmate's name. Not everyone was receptive. I'll just let it unravel in reverse.
CAUTION: language!
Cheers,
Patrick.
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patrick @ webbed @ http://www.synaptic.bc.ca
----- Original Message -----
From: abba jordan
To: patrick
Sent: Sunday, May 16, 1999 7:53 PM
Subject: Re: Seeking Class of 79 GHS Alumni...
> patrick ol' dog! thanks for writing! so what's the hap homeslice? is your
> wife still fucking around with max? oh wait, you did know about that didn't
> you? otherwise i'd look quite the fool now, wouldn't i?
> of course i'm coming to the reunion, wouldn't miss it for the world, mofo!
> i hope the crusty old dean won't be there. remember our senior prank,
> filling his car with cream corn? that was a motherfuckin hooT!!
> HELL YEA!
> so what's the hap? i'm currently assignment editor with spice (the porno
> channel - hell yes!!), but we have a special policy here - look but don't
> touch. gotta respect the ladies, no? you're goddamn right we do! women of
> the world take over, 'cause if you don't the world will come to an end.
> except for your wife, you know. homewrecker.
> oh, so what's your job? you're not one of those motherfucking spam folk, are
> you? my other job is annoying the fuck out of them in return for the hell
> they put innocent internet users through. KARMA WAILS!!!!!!!!!!
> -abba jordan, grandmaster of guruness
>
> >From: Patrick Jennings
> >To: ROBERT PARTRIDGE...
> >Subject: Seeking Class of 79 GHS Alumni...
> >Date: Mon, 10 May 1999 19:44:23 -0700
> >
> >Howdy,
> >
> >If you're not a 1979 graduate of Gilford High School in New Hampshire,
> >and you don't know
> >anyone who is, please accept our apologies for cluttering your inbox.
> >No need to respond;
> >we won't send another message your way.
> >
> >If you are such an alumnus, or you know someone who is, please respond
> >to this message.
> >There's a reunion planned for August 21st, this summer. Even if you
> >can't make it, we would
> >love to hear from you, and about you.
> >
> >Cheers,
> >
> >Patrick.
And after all that the search turned up not even one classmate.
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Being in something of a writing slump for a long while I've decided to remind myself I can write by wandering through my sent mail log. I'll post anything worthwhile to the blog.
I'm also pretty fond of found stuff. Even better, clever things folks write to me. Whatever's appropriate, or especially delicious, I'll post here as well.
Here's something I forwarded on to a number of friends, back in 97.
> >-----Original Message-----
> >"We astronomers really can be spherical bastards," said one scientist.
> > Not having heard the term before, I leaned over and inquired what he
> > meant, "Spherical bastard" he repeated, "a term left over from Edwin
> > Hubbble's day to describe a malcontent from any angle."
> >
> > - Eric J. Chaisson, "The Hubble Wars"
> >
> >
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