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Hillary on the War

Hillary Clinton defends her vote on Iraq War
With the only accurate possible way to go, Hillary had to look at her voting record and reply honestly, defending her Iraq War Vote. Or was it honest?

“I take responsibility for my vote, and I, along with a majority of Americans, expect the president and his administration to take responsibility for the false assurances, faulty evidence and mismanagement of the war,” the New York senator said in a lengthy letter to thousands of people who have written her about the war.

At the same time, she said the United States must “finish what it started” in Iraq.

Brave words amongst what seems to be growing anti-war sentiments, and Bush’s disapproval ratings climbing.
My only question is, that Congress was available to see all the same ‘evidences’ that Bush saw, and they in a majority voted to go into Iraq. Is Bush the only responsible party?

What do you think?

Myrna

Close to Thanksgiving, the Lord decided to show me a few extra reasons I have to be thankful.

My friends.
Not just any friends, my lifelong friends.

I had a weekend needing my friends, and they were there for me. Loving me, encouraging me, caring for me, just being there. Some just listening. Others showing up on special occasions of support.

And then suddenly, another life long friend gives me a wonderful phone call, full of love, memories, shared stories, and not long after we hang up, she sends me an email, of a sketch I did of her eons ago when we were very very young. Myrna called with humor, love, and concern for me.

I looked at this scanned sketch in disbelief. It showed all the signs of age, of having been folded, and kept. There was the face of my dear Myrna. Could I have really done this? It really does look like the great friend I remember. The sincere eyes, the shape of the face, the hairstyle. (I always loved her hair!)

What an honor that she kept it, took care of it.
Thank you Myrna. How I love you, I always have. My dearest and oldest friend in the world. We were in the crib in the nursery together! And now, so many years later, its often like we’ve never been apart….

The sketch I did of Myrna

Laura Gets Baptized

Laura has kept us busy these days. Today she was baptized. Friends came, and so did my sister and her husband too.

Before I was baptized, my dad teased me endlessly how I was going to get dunked three times and brought up twice. Naturally, I passed that on to Laura. (My dad would have liked that) :)

Pastor Counterman baptizing Laura at Anchor Baptist Church

In spite of my teasing, Laura was counciled beforehand to learn the importance of this step in her life:

Most Baptists believe that baptism is a rich symbol. By this we mean that baptism in itself does not convey salvation or transformation, but it is a sign of what has happened in a spiritual sense to a new believer. The water used in baptism is not sacred but is a vehicle to enhance the symbolism of spiritual washing or regeneration. As a symbol, baptism conveys several levels of meaning for a Christian believer. In a most profound sense, it pictures in vivid form the gospel of Christ itself. As the apostle wrote in Romans 6:3–4, a believer is said to be buried into Christ’s death, buried with Christ, and raised to new life in Christ. Only baptism by immersion portrays this spiritual transformation in the fullest sense.

Baptists also believe that baptism is an important way of professing one’s faith in Christ. Theologically, as salvation is a gift of God, not through human achievement (Eph. 2:5, 8), and faith itself is a gift (Rom. 12:3), baptism is God’s gift to the Church to allow the faithful a means of expressing their faith and gratitude for God’s redemptive work. By being presented publicly as a candidate for baptism, the believer affirms personal commitment to God in Christ and the expressed faith of the congregation. And, by being immersed, the candidate professes an adoption of the gospel in personal life. Typically, adults, youth, or older children who understand the commitment of faith to Christ and wish to respond to God’s call are acceptable candidates for baptism.

Believer’s baptism has also been understood among Baptists as a sign of obedience to Christ. As Jesus was baptized by John in the River Jordan (Matt. 3:13–17), similarly each follower of the Lord should be baptized. Jesus also said in his “Great Commission” (Matt. 28:19, 20) that disciples should go forth teaching and baptizing in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Laura, my sweet daughter, you made Mama very proud today.

Laura turns 12

Yesterday my little girl turned 12.

As our usual style, it was more than just a day. Part of her birthday celebration began at the start of this month when she went with her friend Miranda to see Gwen Stefani and Black Eyed Peas in concert. She really enjoyed herself. They got to ride the Metro in DC, and go to the concert in Virginia; Laura felt all grown up. Miranda also dyed Laura’s hair red.

The birthday spirit continued on with a nice lunch out and having a sleepover with her friend Shelby last night.

Today, being Thanksgiving (Laura was born on Thanksgiving Day, 1993), Laura got to celebrate her birthday with family. She came home with a lotta loot and dreams of shopping tomorrow, “Black Friday”

Her Aunt Linda searched high and low for a Moose Track birthday cake, but, had to settle for one by the slice.
Laura and her moose track pie / cake

Miquel and Laura share in the birthday fun together.
Laura and Miquel

Happy Birthday, my sweet princess! Love you!
Laura at Aunt Linda's and Uncle George's

Laura will finish her celebration with a pajama party with her friends the beginning of December.

Happy Thanksgiving

In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. (1 Thessalonians 5:18)

Happy thanksgiving

A Thankful Spirit

First among the things to be thankful for is a thankful spirit. Some people would grumble at the accommodations in Heaven if they ever got there. They take their blessings here so much as a matter of course, that even a day of general thanksgiving once a year is more than they feel any need of. And if their personal blessings in any measure fail, gratitude for what they have had or still enjoy is the last thing they think of.

Another group really desire to be thankful, but they are naturally despondant. Their sky is dark with clouds as they go thorught the world in a deprecating spirit, hoping things may turn out will yet fearing for the worst. We always feel glad for this group when Thanksgiving Day comes around. They then have an official reason for the gratitude. If their own hearts do not feel blessings, perhaps they can see it in those around them.

How different with a thankful heart! What a gift it is to [have] an outlook towards the bright side of things! And if not so by nature, what a triumph of grace to be made thankful through a renewed heart! It is so much more comfortable and rational to see what we have to be thankful for and to rejoice accordingly, than to have our vision forever filled with our lacks and our needs. Happy are they who possess this gift! Blessings may fail and fortunes vary, but the thankful heart remains. The happy past is secure - and Heaven is ahead.

~from: Seasons of the Heart

Genesis

Not the book :)

This time the Group!

Singer Phil Collins says he is willing to reunite his old band Genesis, seven years after they split up. So I figured it was time to put my Genesis CD’s into Mp3 form.

My Genesis Collection…

1. Brian Eno / Genesis - The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging (2:44)
2. Genesis - After the Ordeal (4:16)
3. Genesis - Afterglow (4:28)
4. Genesis - Aisle of Plenty.mp3
5. Genesis - Anything She Does.mp3
6. Genesis - Anyway.mp3
7. Genesis - Back in N.Y.C..mp3
8. Genesis - Ballad of Big.mp3
9. Genesis - Broadway Melody of 1974.mp3
10. Genesis - Burning Rope.mp3
11. Genesis - Cinema Show.mp3
12. Genesis - Counting Out Time.mp3
13. Genesis - Cuckoo Cocoon.mp3
14. Genesis - Dance on a Volcano.mp3
15. Genesis - Dancing With the Moonlit Knight.mp3
16. Genesis - Deep in the Motherlode.mp3
17. Genesis - Domino- Pt. 1 - In the Glow of the Night-Pt. 2 - The Last Domino.mp3
18. Genesis - Down and Out.mp3
19. Genesis - Dusk.mp3
20. Genesis - Firth of Fifth 2.mp3
21. Genesis - Firth of Fifth.mp3
22. Genesis - Fly on a Windshield.mp3
23. Genesis - Follow You, Follow Me.mp3
24. Genesis - Hairless Heart.mp3
25. Genesis - I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe).mp3
26. Genesis - I Know What I Like.mp3
27. Genesis - In the Cage.mp3
28. Genesis - In the Rapids.mp3
29. Genesis - In Too Deep.mp3
30. Genesis - Invisible Touch.mp3
31. Genesis - It.mp3
32. Genesis - Land of Confusion.mp3
33. Genesis - Lilywhite Lilith.mp3
34. Genesis - Looking for Someone.mp3
35. Genesis - Los Endos.mp3
36. Genesis - Many Too Many.mp3
37. Genesis - More Fool Me.mp3
38. Genesis - Ravine.mp3
39. Genesis - Riding the Scree.mp3
40. Genesis - Robbery Assault & Battery.mp3
41. Genesis - Say It’s Alright Joe.mp3
42. Genesis - Scenes from a Night’s Dream.mp3
43. Genesis - Silent Sorrow in Empty Boats.mp3
44. Genesis - Snowbound.mp3
45. Genesis - Squonk.mp3
46. Genesis - Stagnation.mp3
47. Genesis - Supper’s Ready.mp3
48. Genesis - The Battle of Epping Forest.mp3
49. Genesis - The Brazilian.mp3
50. Genesis - The Carpet Crawl.mp3
51. Genesis - The Carpet Crawlers.mp3
52. Genesis - The Chamber of 32 Doors.mp3
53. Genesis - The Cinema Show.mp3
54. Genesis - The Colony of Slippermen- The Arrival-A Visit to the Doktor-The Raven.mp3
55. Genesis - The Knife.mp3
56. Genesis - The Lady Lies (6:01)
57. Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway (4:59)
58. Genesis - The Lamia (6:56)
59. Genesis - The Light Dies Down on Broadway (3:32)
60. Genesis - The Musical Box (Closing Section) (3:09)
61. Genesis - The Supernatural Anaesthetist (2:59)
62. Genesis - The Waiting Room (5:21)
63. Genesis - Throwing It All Away (3:51)
64. Genesis - Tonight, Tonight, Tonight (8:53)
65. Genesis - Undertow (4:45)
66. Genesis - Visions of Angels (6:54)
67. Genesis - White Mountain (6:46)

Sweet Potatoes

Pumpkins on the shelf

This is so my favorite time of year. Not just for the autumn leaves, the colors and the crisp frosty air…the cozy indoors and the foods are also a favorite.

I was reminded of one of the family’s favorite foods, by a phone call from Miranda asking for a recipe, (Enric told her of Mama’s Sweet Potatoes), and she had to learn it.

After emailing her the recipe, I thought to share on my blog, I hope you try it!

Ingredients:

4 cups mashed sweet potatoes (pour off juice)
1 c. white sugar
1/2 stick of butter (room temperature, softened)
2 t. vanilla


Mix all of that together with potato masher
Spread into a pan, simular to a brownie pan.

In a bowl, mix with a fork the following:

1 cup brown sugar
1/2 c. flour
1/3 c. butter (softened)
1 c. chopped pecans.

Sprinkle that on the potato mixture in pan, bake at 325° for 40 miinutes, covered. Uncover the last 20 minutes and WATCH that it doesn’t become too brown.

Machines and objects to overtake humans on the Internet

That was a headline that caught my eye today.

According to the article, “Machines will take over from humans as the biggest users.”

There is something strange and science fiction-like about all that, which goes on to declare there are 875 million internet users out there, a number that could double, however machines could make up tens of billions in the future. They would be tied into an all pervasive network where there would be no need to power up a computer to connect — “anytime, anywhere, by anyone and anything”, the article says.

“Even particles and ‘dust’ might be tagged and networked”, the ITU said.

“In this way the virtual world would map the real world, given that everything in our physical environment would have its own identity (a passport of sorts) in virtual cyberpsace,” the report forecast.

As the artcle states, science fiction will become science fact.

Sometimes it does, doesn’t it?

big brother is watching you

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Not Front Page News…

…or at least not in our liberal newspapers:


Jeanine Pirro Blasts Hillary’s Party for Ex-Klansman

“New York Senate hopeful Jeanine Pirro is blasting 2008 presidential hopeful Hillary Clinton for throwing a birthday party tonight for Klu Klux Klansman-turned-Senator Robert Byrd at the home of a civil rights pioneer.

“It’s outrageous and shocking that Senator Clinton and her Democrat colleagues would choose Frederick Douglass‘ house to honor Senator Robert Byrd, who has a history of involvement with hate groups and has used racial slurs publicly,” Pirro spokeswoman Andrea Tantaros told the Associated Press.

Byrd joined the Klan in 1943 and rose the level of Kleagle before being unanimously elected to the office of Grand Cyclops. He claims to have resigned a few months later. But in 1946 Byrd wrote the Klan’s Grand Imperial Wizard to express his support.”

I would sure love someone to ask why Hilary held a birthday party of a Klan member at the home of one of the foremost leaders of the abolitionist movement, fighting to end slavery. However, if someone looked at her record of hypocrisy, it really makes perfect sense.

A few examples:

Bill and Hillary Clinton have spoken in favor of the estate tax, and in 2000 Bill vetoed a bill seeking to end it. But the Clintons have set up a contract trust that allows them to substantially reduce the amount of inheritance tax their estate will pay when they die.

Hillary, for her part, has written and spoken extensively about the right of children to make major decisions regarding their own lives.

But she barred 13-year-old daughter Chelsea from getting her ears pierced and forbid the teen from watching MTV or HBO.

The New York Times headlined its report “Hillary Clinton Sides With New York Dairy Farmers on Milk Price Cartel,” a protective spin that all but obscured the real import of her decision. It left an impression on casual readers that Hillary was standing up for farmers, a comfortable fit for her political profile.

In fact, the milk cartel — otherwise known as the Northeast Interstate Dairy Compact — is a creation of government bureaucrats and farm interests to artificially drive up the price of milk, a commodity that is crucial to the health and well-being of the nation’s children, whose champion Hillary purports to be. The real rationale behind the milk cartel is to protect inefficient Northeast milk producers against the more efficient producers of the Midwest who — if market forces were allowed free play -– would drive down the price of milk and make it more available to those who can afford it least.

More stories here:

Hillary pretends to like the “press”
American Daily
Clinton’s Top White House Employees were Drug Users

Pacific News: Hillary condoning Bill’s behavior baffles feminists

Barbie & Ken

Barbie and KenApparently this is not new news, but my daughter sauntered into my room last night and told me for the first time, “Bad news, Barbie and Ken broke up.”

Well that led to one joke after another in the household.

Today I looked it up on the net. (I take my Barbies seriously) :)
My daughter had it right. They are split after 43 years.

Who took Barbie’s attention from Ken? Apparently, Blaine the Australian boogie boarder.
Blaine Barbie's new love interest

Ah, that explains it.
:)

Related Stories
Barbie dumps Ken for an Aussie
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Population

Today at church, we were handed out a bulletin like usual, inside though there was a little yellow paper, a small paragraph about the World’s population, written by Joseph Miller.

The World’s population has reached 6 billion. One reason for this is that seven babies are born each second in Asia, where the population has passed billion. Today India is growing much more rapidly than China because of its high birth rate and will, in fact, surpass China in population in a few years. The growing population is centered in cities around the world. New York, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Mexico City have a combined population of more than 50 million people. There are over 155 cities with a population in excess of one million.

Link:
CIA- The World Fact Book - Population

IT’S IN THE VALLEYS I GROW

Low times are growing times IT’S IN THE VALLEYS I GROW

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It’s then I have to remember
That it’s in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God’s love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it’s in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan’s loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I’m feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it’s in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it’s in the valleys I grow!

~ This poem was written by Jane Eggleston

The Curtain Rods

My friend Nancy consistantly sends me email goodies. They are all very cute. This one had an ‘extra’ touch of irony I liked….(Thanks Nancy, keep them coming!)

The Curtain Rods

She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates, and suitcases. On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.

On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar and a bottle of Chardonnay.

When she had finished she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp dipped in caviar into the hollow of the curtain rods.

She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.

When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything; cleaning, mopping, and airing the place out.

Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets were steam cleaned.

Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in to set off gas-canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.

Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid quit.

Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move.

A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls.

Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.

The ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.

Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day. She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork. A week later, the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home………..including the curtain rods.

I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON’T YOU??

Moral Perfection

My son and I have spent a good while in Literature Class reading the writings of Benjamin Franklin. I have to admit, that aside from all the regular items we are taught in history class about him, I knew little more than that he seemed rather wise and good for our country in its early stages. However, in his writings, we found ourselves with a giggle or two.

Benjamin Franklin would be the first to admit he didn’t possess a lot of humility, and we found ourselves thinking, this guy is really “full of himself.”

A chapter in achieving moral perfection was rather adorable to read as he found himself “fuller of faults than he had imagined”

Benjamin Franklin Writes:

I had been religiously educated as a Presbyterian; and tho’ some of the dogmas of that persuasion, such as the eternal decrees of God, election, reprobation, etc., appeared to me unintelligible, others doubtful, and I early absented myself from the public assemblies of the sect, Sunday being my studying day, I never was without some religious principles. I never doubted, for instance, the existence of the Deity; that he made the world, and govern’d it by his Providence; that the most acceptable service of God was the doing good to man; that our souls are immortal; and that all crime will be punished, and virtue rewarded, either here or hereafter. These I esteem’d the essentials of every religion; and, being to be found in all the religions we had in our country, I respected them all, tho’ with different degrees of respect, as I found them more or less mix’d with other articles, which, without any tendency to inspire, promote, or confirm morality, serv’d principally to divide us, and make us unfriendly to one another. This respect to all, with an opinion that the worst had some good effects, induc’d me to avoid all discourse that might tend to lessen the good opinion another might have of his own religion; and as our province increas’d in people, and new places of worship were continually wanted, and generally erected by voluntary contributions, my mite for such purpose, whatever might be the sect, was never refused.

Tho’ I seldom attended any public worship, I had still an opinion of its propriety, and of its utility when rightly conducted, and I regularly paid my annual subscription for the support of the only Presbyterian minister or meeting we had in Philadelphia. He us’d to visit me sometimes as a friend, and admonish me to attend his administrations, and I was now and then prevail’d on to do so, once for five Sundays successively. Had he been in my opinion a good preacher, perhaps I might have continued, notwithstanding the occasion I had for the Sunday’s leisure in my course of study; but his discourses were chiefly either polemic arguments, or explications of the peculiar doctrines of our sect, and were all to me very dry, uninteresting, and unedifying, since not a single moral principle was inculcated or enforc’d, their aim seeming to be rather to make us Presbyterians than good citizens.

At length he took for his text that verse of the fourth chapter of Philippians, “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, honest, just, pure, lovely, or of good report, if there be any virtue, or any praise, think on these things.” And I imagin’d, in a sermon on such a text, we could not miss of having some morality. But he confin’d himself to five points only, as meant by the apostle, viz.: 1. Keeping holy the Sabbath day. 2. Being diligent in reading the holy Scriptures. 3. Attending duly the publick worship. 4. Partaking of the Sacrament. 5. Paying a due respect to God’s ministers. These might be all good things; but, as they were not the kind of good things that I expected from that text, I despaired of ever meeting with them from any other, was disgusted, and attended his preaching no more. I had some years before compos’d a little Liturgy, or form of prayer, for my own private use (viz., in 1728), entitled, Articles of Belief and Acts of Religion. I return’d to the use of this, and went no more to the public assemblies. My conduct might be blameable, but I leave it, without attempting further to excuse it; my present purpose being to relate facts, and not to make apologies for them.

It was about this time I conceiv’d the bold and arduous project of arriving at moral perfection. I wish’d to live without committing any fault at any time; I would conquer all that either natural inclination, custom, or company might lead me into. As I knew, or thought I knew, what was right and wrong, I did not see why I might not always do the one and avoid the other. But I soon found I had undertaken a task of more difficulty than I bad imagined. While my care was employ’d in guarding against one fault, I was often surprised by another; habit took the advantage of inattention; inclination was sometimes too strong for reason. I concluded, at length, that the mere speculative conviction that it was our interest to be completely virtuous, was not sufficient to prevent our slipping; and that the contrary habits must be broken, and good ones acquired and established, before we can have any dependence on a steady, uniform rectitude of conduct. For this purpose I therefore contrived the following method.

In the various enumerations of the moral virtues I had met with in my reading, I found the catalogue more or less numerous, as different writers included more or fewer ideas under the same name. Temperance, for example, was by some confined to eating and drinking, while by others it was extended to mean the moderating every other pleasure, appetite, inclination, or passion, bodily or mental, even to our avarice and ambition. I propos’d to myself, for the sake of clearness, to use rather more names, with fewer ideas annex’d to each, than a few names with more ideas; and I included under thirteen names of virtues all that at that time occurr’d to me as necessary or desirable, and annexed to each a short precept, which fully express’d the extent I gave to its meaning.

These names of virtues, with their precepts, were:

Temperance. Eat not to dullness; drink not to elevation.
Silence. Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation.
Order. Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time.
Resolution. Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve.
Frugality. Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; i.e., waste nothing.
Industry. Lose no time; be always employ’d in something useful; cut off all unnecessary actions.
Sincerity. Use no hurtful deceit; think innocently and justly, and, if you speak, speak accordingly.
Justice. Wrong none by doing injuries, or omitting the benefits that are your duty.
Moderation. Avoid extreams; forbear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.
Cleanliness. Tolerate no uncleanliness in body, cloaths, or habitation.
Tranquillity. Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.
Chastity. Rarely use venery but for health or offspring, never to dulness, weakness, or the injury of your own or another’s peace or reputation.
Humility. Imitate Jesus and Socrates.
My intention being to acquire the habitude of all these virtues, I judg’d it would be well not to distract my attention by attempting the whole at once, but to fix it on one of them at a time; and, when I should be master of that, then to proceed to another, and so on, till I should have gone thro’ the thirteen; and, as the previous acquisition of some might facilitate the acquisition of certain others, I arrang’d them with that view, as they stand above. Temperance first, as it tends to procure that coolness and clearness of head, which is so necessary where constant vigilance was to be kept up, and guard maintained against the unremitting attraction of ancient habits, and the force of perpetual temptations. This being acquir’d and establish’d, Silence would be more easy; and my desire being to gain knowledge at the same time that I improv’d in virtue, and considering that in conversation it was obtain’d rather by the use of the ears than of the tongue, and therefore wishing to break a habit I was getting into of prattling, punning, and joking, which only made me acceptable to trifling company, I gave Silence the second place. This and the next, Order, I expected would allow me more time for attending to my project and my studies. Resolution, once become habitual, would keep me firm in my endeavors to obtain all the subsequent virtues; Frugality and Industry freeing me from my remaining debt, and producing affluence and independence, would make more easy the practice of Sincerity and Justice, etc., etc. Conceiving then, that, agreeably to the advice of Pythagoras in his Golden Verses, daily examination would be necessary, I contrived the following method for conducting that examination.
I made a little book, in which I allotted a page for each of the virtues. I rul’d each page with red ink, so as to have seven columns, one for each day of the week, marking each column with a letter for the day. I cross’d these columns with thirteen red lines, marking the beginning of each line with the first letter of one of the virtues, on which line, and in its proper column, I might mark, by a little black spot, every fault I found upon examination to have been committed respecting that virtue upon that day.

Form of the pages.

+——————————-+
| TEMPERANCE. |
+——————————-+
| EAT NOT TO DULNESS; |
| DRINK NOT TO ELEVATION. |
+——————————-+
| | S.| M.| T.| W.| T.| F.| S.|
+—+—+—+—+—+—+—+—+
| T.| | | | | | | |
+—+—+—+—+—+—+—+—+
| S.| * | * | | * | | * | |
+—+—+—+—+—+—+—+—+
| O.| **| * | * | | * | * | * |
+—+—+—+—+—+—+—+—+
| R.| | | * | | | * | |
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| F.| | * | | | * | | |
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| I.| | | * | | | | |
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| J.| | | | | | | |
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| M.| | | | | | | |
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I determined to give a week’s strict attention to each of the virtues successively. Thus, in the first week, my great guard was to avoid every the least offence against Temperance, leaving the other virtues to their ordinary chance, only marking every evening the faults of the day. Thus, if in the first week I could keep my first line, marked T, clear of spots, I suppos’d the habit of that virtue so much strengthen’d and its opposite weaken’d, that I might venture extending my attention to include the next, and for the following week keep both lines clear of spots. Proceeding thus to the last, I could go thro’ a course compleat in thirteen weeks, and four courses in a year. And like him who, having a garden to weed, does not attempt to eradicate all the bad herbs at once, which would exceed his reach and his strength, but works on one of the beds at a time, and, having accomplish’d the first, proceeds to a second, so I should have, I hoped, the encouraging pleasure of seeing on my pages the progress I made in virtue, by clearing successively my lines of their spots, till in the end, by a number of courses, I should he happy in viewing a clean book, after a thirteen weeks’ daily examination.
This my little book had for its motto these lines from Addison’s Cato:

“Here will I hold. If there’s a power above us
(And that there is all nature cries aloud
Thro’ all her works), He must delight in virtue;
And that which he delights in must be happy.”
Another from Cicero,
“O vitae Philosophia dux! O virtutum indagatrix
expultrixque vitiorum! Unus dies, bene et ex praeceptis
tuis actus, peccanti immortalitati est anteponendus.”
Another from the Proverbs of Solomon, speaking of wisdom or virtue:
“Length of days is in her right hand, and in her left hand
riches and honour. Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
and all her paths are peace.” iii. 16, 17.
And conceiving God to be the fountain of wisdom, I thought it right and necessary to solicit his assistance for obtaining it; to this end I formed the following little prayer, which was prefix’d to my tables of examination, for daily use.
“O powerful Goodness! bountiful Father! merciful Guide! increase in me that wisdom which discovers my truest interest. strengthen my resolutions to perform what that wisdom dictates. Accept my kind offices to thy other children as the only return in my power for thy continual favors to me.”

I used also sometimes a little prayer which I took from Thomson’s Poems, viz.:

“Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme!
O teach me what is good; teach me Thyself!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low pursuit; and fill my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure;
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!”
The precept of Order requiring that every part of my business should have its allotted time, one page in my little book contain’d the following scheme of employment for the twenty-four hours of a natural day:
THE MORNING. { 5 } Rise, wash, and address
{ } Powerful Goodness! Contrive
Question. What good shall { 6 } day’s business, and take the
I do this day? { } resolution of the day; prose-
{ 7 } cute the present study, and
{ } breakfast.
8 }
9 } Work.
10 }
11 }

NOON. { 12 } Read, or overlook my ac-
{ 1 } counts, and dine.
2 }
3 } Work.
4 }
5 }

EVENING. { 6 } Put things in their places.
{ 7 } Supper. Music or diversion,
Question. What good have { 8 } or conversation. Examination
I done to-day? { 9 } of the day.
{ 10 }
{ 11 }
{ 12 }

NIGHT. { 1 } Sleep.
{ 2 }
{ 3 }
{ 4 }

I enter’d upon the execution of this plan for self-examination, and continu’d it with occasional intermissions for some time. I was surpris’d to find myself so much fuller of faults than I had imagined; but I had the satisfaction of seeing them diminish. To avoid the trouble of renewing now and then my little book, which, by scraping out the marks on the paper of old faults to make room for new ones in a new course, became full of holes, I transferr’d my tables and precepts to the ivory leaves of a memorandum book, on which the lines were drawn with red ink, that made a durable stain, and on those lines I mark’d my faults with a black-lead pencil, which marks I could easily wipe out with a wet sponge. After a while I went thro’ one course only in a year, and afterward only one in several years, till at length I omitted them entirely, being employ’d in voyages and business abroad, with a multiplicity of affairs that interfered; but I always carried my little book with me.
My scheme of Order gave me the most trouble; and I found that, tho’ it might be practicable where a man’s business was such as to leave him the disposition of his time, that of a journeyman printer, for instance, it was not possible to be exactly observed by a master, who must mix with the world, and often receive people of business at their own hours. Order, too, with regard to places for things, papers, etc., I found extreamly difficult to acquire. I had not been early accustomed to it, and, having an exceeding good memory, I was not so sensible of the inconvenience attending want of method. This article, therefore, cost me so much painful attention, and my faults in it vexed me so much, and I made so little progress in amendment, and had such frequent relapses, that I was almost ready to give up the attempt, and content myself with a faulty character in that respect, like the man who, in buying an ax of a smith, my neighbour, desired to have the whole of its surface as bright as the edge. The smith consented to grind it bright for him if he would turn the wheel; he turn’d, while the smith press’d the broad face of the ax hard and heavily on the stone, which made the turning of it very fatiguing. The man came every now and then from the wheel to see how the work went on, and at length would take his ax as it was, without farther grinding. “No,” said the smith, “turn on, turn on; we shall have it bright by-and-by; as yet, it is only speckled.” “Yes,” said the man, “but I think I like a speckled ax best.” And I believe this may have been the case with many, who, having, for want of some such means as I employ’d, found the difficulty of obtaining good and breaking bad habits in other points of vice and virtue, have given up the struggle, and concluded that “a speckled ax was best”; for something, that pretended to be reason, was every now and then suggesting to me that such extream nicety as I exacted of myself might be a kind of foppery in morals, which, if it were known, would make me ridiculous; that a perfect character might be attended with the inconvenience of being envied and hated; and that a benevolent man should allow a few faults in himself, to keep his friends in countenance.

In truth, I found myself incorrigible with respect to Order; and now I am grown old, and my memory bad, I feel very sensibly the want of it. But, on the whole, tho’ I never arrived at the perfection I had been so ambitious of obtaining, but fell far short of it, yet I was, by the endeavour, a better and a happier man than I otherwise should have been if I had not attempted it; as those who aim at perfect writing by imitating the engraved copies, tho’ they never reach the wish’d-for excellence of those copies, their hand is mended by the endeavor, and is tolerable while it continues fair and legible.

It may be well my posterity should be informed that to this little artifice, with the blessing of God, their ancestor ow’d the constant felicity of his life, down to his 79th year, in which this is written. What reverses may attend the remainder is in the hand of Providence; but, if they arrive, the reflection on past happiness enjoy’d ought to help his bearing them with more resignation. To Temperance he ascribes his long-continued health, and what is still left to him of a good constitution; to Industry and Frugality, the early easiness of his circumstances and acquisition of his fortune, with all that knowledge that enabled him to be a useful citizen, and obtained for him some degree of reputation among the learned; to Sincerity and Justice, the confidence of his country, and the honorable employs it conferred upon him; and to the joint influence of the whole mass of the virtues, even in the imperfect state he was able to acquire them, all that evenness of temper, and that cheerfulness in conversation, which makes his company still sought for, and agreeable even to his younger acquaintance. I hope, therefore, that some of my descendants may follow the example and reap the benefit.

It will be remark’d that, tho’ my scheme was not wholly without religion, there was in it no mark of any of the distingishing tenets of any particular sect. I had purposely avoided them; for, being fully persuaded of the utility and excellency of my method, and that it might be serviceable to people in all religions, and intending some time or other to publish it, I would not have any thing in it that should prejudice any one, of any sect, against it. I purposed writing a little comment on each virtue, in which I would have shown the advantages of possessing it, and the mischiefs attending its opposite vice; and I should have called my book The Art Of Virtue,(7) because it would have shown the means and manner of obtaining virtue, which would have distinguished it from the mere exhortation to be good, that does not instruct and indicate the means, but is like the apostle’s man of verbal charity, who only without showing to the naked and hungry how or where they might get clothes or victuals, exhorted them to be fed and clothed.–James ii. 15, 16.

But it so happened that my intention of writing and publishing this comment was never fulfilled. I did, indeed, from time to time, put down short hints of the sentiments, reasonings, etc., to be made use of in it, some of which I have still by me; but the necessary close attention to private business in the earlier part of thy life, and public business since, have occasioned my postponing it; for, it being connected in my mind with a great and extensive project, that required the whole man to execute, and which an unforeseen succession of employs prevented my attending to, it has hitherto remain’d unfinish’d.

In this piece it was my design to explain and enforce this doctrine, that vicious actions are not hurtful because they are forbidden, but forbidden because they are hurtful, the nature of man alone considered; that it was, therefore, every one’s interest to be virtuous who wish’d to be happy even in this world; and I should, from this circumstance (there being always in the world a number of rich merchants, nobility, states, and princes, who have need of honest instruments for the management of their affairs, and such being so rare), have endeavored to convince young persons that no qualities were so likely to make a poor man’s fortune as those of probity and integrity.

My list of virtues contain’d at first but twelve; but a Quaker friend having kindly informed me that I was generally thought proud; that my pride show’d itself frequently in conversation; that I was not content with being in the right when discussing any point, but was overbearing, and rather insolent, of which he convinc’d me by mentioning several instances; I determined endeavouring to cure myself, if I could, of this vice or folly among the rest, and I added Humility to my list) giving an extensive meaning to the word.

I cannot boast of much success in acquiring the reality of this virtue, but I had a good deal with regard to the appearance of it. I made it a rule to forbear all direct contradiction to the sentiments of others, and all positive assertion of my own. I even forbid myself, agreeably to the old laws of our Junto, the use of every word or expression in the language that imported a fix’d opinion, such as certainly, undoubtedly, etc., and I adopted, instead of them, I conceive, I apprehend, or I imagine a thing to be so or so; or it so appears to me at present. When another asserted something that I thought an error, I deny’d myself the pleasure of contradicting him abruptly, and of showing immediately some absurdity in his proposition; and in answering I began by observing that in certain cases or circumstances his opinion would be right, but in the present case there appear’d or seem’d to me some difference, etc. I soon found the advantage of this change in my manner; the conversations I engag’d in went on more pleasantly. The modest way in which I propos’d my opinions procur’d them a readier recep tion and less contradiction; I had less mortification when I was found to be in the wrong, and I more easily prevail’d with others to give up their mistakes and join with me when I happened to be in the right.

Sex at School Increasing

I read this headline and almost skimmed over it, then it hit me, “Huh?”

Increasing? Like there is SEX in school to begin with??? And now its increasing?

I know I’ve been out of the loop with all this homeschooling I am doing, but, come on! Where are the parents’ outrage? Am I the only one shocked by such a headline?

The article from the Washington Post starts like this:

Sex at School Increasing, Some Educators Say

“Perhaps the most shocking thing about students having sex in a high school auditorium was that other students didn’t find it very shocking at all.

“I glanced over and, whatever, I just let him continue on with his business,” said a 16-year-old linebacker on the Osbourn High School football team who, along with a friend, stumbled upon a couple engaging in oral sex. “I stayed for five to eight minutes, just talking. We weren’t worried about it. When the janitor came in, everyone started running.”

Manassas school officials weren’t as laid back. The students — eight in all — were quickly identified and suspended, and the matter prompted the small school system to confront an issue many adults would rather not face: in this case, two girls and three boys engaging in oral sex or intercourse on school property while three other boys watched, according to sources familiar with what happened.

“In all the years that I’ve been in education, I’ve never run into this one before,” said John Boronkay, the school system’s acting superintendent. “It’s a new one.”

Actually, it’s not so new. According to some teenagers, sex on school property is more frequent than adults might imagine. And some adults who work with teenagers said it’s happening more often these days.

There’s anecdotal evidence to support that:”

The article goes on to give one example after another, and right here in Maryland!

Read more HERE

Autumn in Maryland (2005)

Autumn at Lake Waterford Park

Back to my favorite season again. I hope you can grab a look at some photos I have been taking at Lake Waterford and Kinder Farm Parks. » HERE

AUTUMN

I love to walk along the lane before the winter snows,
when summer’s last light conquers death, where leaves are red and gold.

Find treasures like a rabbit’s foot, or a butterfly’s cocoon,
a cloverleaf that adds to four, a daffodil’s perfume.

Two silver slippers dangling means a woodland lady’s near.
She’ll sip the wine from buttercups then place them in her hair.

Play hide and seek, a squirrel will call, come find me if you can.
I’ve silver fur to hide me well among the silver limbs!

A mighty ship of branch and twig so softly sails the wind. With Captain Inchworm at her bow to guide as she descends.

A gust of wind and leaves will burst, their colors fill the sky.
In beauty, honor, grace, and peace they float, touch ground, and die.

I love to walk along the lane when leaves are red and gold,
and marvel at the splendor of this Autumn I behold!

Mark P. Ladd

 

Such Great Heights

Ever hear a song that tugs at your heart and makes all your emotions rise in such a very confusing way?
One of my favorites is Such Great Heights. I like the version by Iron and Wine, perhaps you’ve heard it, oddly enough, on the M&M’s commercial. (I like M&M’s too) :)

Pictures of flowers on our table, taken today

Such Great Heights

I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they’re perfectly aligned
and I have to speculate that God himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay
and true, it may seem like a stretch, but
its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
head when you’re away when I am missing you to death
when you are out there on the road for
several weeks of shows and when you scan
the radio, I hope this song will guide you home

they will see us waving from such great
heights, “come down now,” they’ll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
“come down now,” but we’ll stay…

I tried my best to leave this all on your
machine but the persistent beat it sounded
thin upon listening and
that frankly will not fly. you will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding you home

they will see us waving from such great
heights, “come down now,” they’ll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
“come down now,” but we’ll stay…

green m&m

Tortilla de Patatas

It occurs to me that my upbringing with a mom who loved to cook and feed people, and my travels to Spain and the rest of Europe, have given me a rather large repertoire of dishes I love to cook, as well as my family loves to eat.
One of the least expensive dishes is Tortilla de Patatas - translated from Spanish to English - Potato Omelette.
There are a lot of variations (as with many dishes), but this is a favorite at the Spanish table, and also in their Tapas Bars.

When made correctly, the spanish tortilla is a delicious half-inch thick “cake” of fried potatoes mixed with fried eggs and onions. After cooking, the tortilla can be cut into pizza-like triangles to serve 4-6 people, or cut into squares to give a whole group a bite-sized toothpick sample.

Tortilla de Patatas

1 cup olive oil
four large potatos (peel and cut into small pieces about 2mm thick)
salt to taste
one large onion, thinly sliced
four large eggs.

Some people add thin slices of red pepper together with the onion.

Heat the oil in a 9-inch skillet, add potato pieces, one slice at a time so that they don’t stick. Alternate layers of potato and onion. COOK slowly, medium flame. DO NOT FRY!! Turn occasionally until potatoes are tender, but NOT brown. They must be loose, not “in a cake”.

Beat eggs in a large bowl with a fork. Salt to taste. Drain potatoes. Add potatoes to beaten eggs, pressing them so that eggs cover them completely. Let sit for 15 minutes. Heat 2 tbsps of the oil in large skillet. Add potato-egg mixture, spreading quickly. Lower the heat to medium-high. Shake pan to prevent sticking (crucial step!!) When potatoes start to brown, put a plate on top skillet and flip to cook other side, adding another tbsp of oil. Brown on the other side. Can flip three or four times for better cooking.

I like to serve it with a light salad and “Pa amb tomaquet

tortilla de patatas