http://www.darkroastedblend.com/2008/09/bittersweet-art-of-cutting-up-books.html
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Just when I thought there was nothing to blog about, a co-worker was describing her latest contact on e-Harmony. She is looking for another "faith oriented" person, but drew the line on this guy after his third question:
1. What is the Gospel?
2. What is your faith journey?
3. What is your opinion about Calvinism?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Turning it over to Tom Russell...
Tom Russell
Tales From the Faeroe Islands
Posted: 25 Sep 2008 10:34 AM CDT
Twenty years ago; Copenhagen, Denmark. I'm sitting in a Five Star Hotel bar at nine in the morning, drinking coffee with my friend Gunnar. We're waiting for a radio interview. Remarking back and forth about these well-to-do Danish businessmen who start their day with coffee and gamledansk; liqueur and caffeine. Stockbrokers and lawyers fueling up. There's a commotion at the door, and in staggers a bum; God's own hobo. He's got cigarette butts in his hair; beard and wine stains down his coat. He's muttering and swatting flies. Gunnar and I wait for the Hotel police to descend on him. They don’t. People smile and return to their chat. Okay - the tramp walks up to the bar and barks orders (in rough Danish) to the beautiful blonde bartendress. She pulls out a silver tray and places five bottles of the most expensive Brut Champagne onboard. The drifter barks again and she throws two cartons of cigarettes on the tray, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of Danish kroners that could choke a Clydesdale. He throws a stack of bills on the bar; staggers off toward the elevators, balancing the tray. There's a hooker waiting by the elevator. Together they get on board and disappear up into one of the best hotels in Scandinavia. You waiting for the punch line? So was I. Gunnar and I looked at each other and the bartendress; but it was back to business as usual. Finally I’d had enough and called to her: "What's the story on that guy with the champagne?" She laughed. "You do not know of him? He's is a famous man here. He is from the Faeroe Islands. He bet a rich oil man that he, the old man here, could paddle a kayak from the Faeroe Islands to Denmark in the dead of winter. Impossible distance. Big waves. But he did it. He won fifty thousand dollars, and now he has been here one month. Spending it! All!" That was it. Great story. I used to love telling it. The Faeroe Islands are so far out in the middle of the Atlantic it's impossible to get a take on it from a normal map. I've always wanted to go there. I figure the last bar on earth is out there. Pirates and madmen. Fishmongers. End of story? Not yet. A year or two ago I got a CD from Bill Bourne, a very cool Canadian songwriter. He's singing with a gal from the Faeroe Islands. Great singer. So I write her manager and tell her my old story about the old man and ask her if it's true.Here's what she writes: "Yes! His name was Roma (I think). He was a big hero in The Islands. But, sadly one day he went out in his little boat into one of our quiet lagoons here. He fell overboard and died." End of story. Huh? Drunk? Suicide? The best sailor on the face of the earth? Metaphors? Punchlines? Naw….just another Tale from the Faeroe Islands. Raise up a jar to old Roma. You'll never hear about this on CNN.......
Tales From the Faeroe Islands
Posted: 25 Sep 2008 10:34 AM CDT
Twenty years ago; Copenhagen, Denmark. I'm sitting in a Five Star Hotel bar at nine in the morning, drinking coffee with my friend Gunnar. We're waiting for a radio interview. Remarking back and forth about these well-to-do Danish businessmen who start their day with coffee and gamledansk; liqueur and caffeine. Stockbrokers and lawyers fueling up. There's a commotion at the door, and in staggers a bum; God's own hobo. He's got cigarette butts in his hair; beard and wine stains down his coat. He's muttering and swatting flies. Gunnar and I wait for the Hotel police to descend on him. They don’t. People smile and return to their chat. Okay - the tramp walks up to the bar and barks orders (in rough Danish) to the beautiful blonde bartendress. She pulls out a silver tray and places five bottles of the most expensive Brut Champagne onboard. The drifter barks again and she throws two cartons of cigarettes on the tray, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of Danish kroners that could choke a Clydesdale. He throws a stack of bills on the bar; staggers off toward the elevators, balancing the tray. There's a hooker waiting by the elevator. Together they get on board and disappear up into one of the best hotels in Scandinavia. You waiting for the punch line? So was I. Gunnar and I looked at each other and the bartendress; but it was back to business as usual. Finally I’d had enough and called to her: "What's the story on that guy with the champagne?" She laughed. "You do not know of him? He's is a famous man here. He is from the Faeroe Islands. He bet a rich oil man that he, the old man here, could paddle a kayak from the Faeroe Islands to Denmark in the dead of winter. Impossible distance. Big waves. But he did it. He won fifty thousand dollars, and now he has been here one month. Spending it! All!" That was it. Great story. I used to love telling it. The Faeroe Islands are so far out in the middle of the Atlantic it's impossible to get a take on it from a normal map. I've always wanted to go there. I figure the last bar on earth is out there. Pirates and madmen. Fishmongers. End of story? Not yet. A year or two ago I got a CD from Bill Bourne, a very cool Canadian songwriter. He's singing with a gal from the Faeroe Islands. Great singer. So I write her manager and tell her my old story about the old man and ask her if it's true.Here's what she writes: "Yes! His name was Roma (I think). He was a big hero in The Islands. But, sadly one day he went out in his little boat into one of our quiet lagoons here. He fell overboard and died." End of story. Huh? Drunk? Suicide? The best sailor on the face of the earth? Metaphors? Punchlines? Naw….just another Tale from the Faeroe Islands. Raise up a jar to old Roma. You'll never hear about this on CNN.......
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
all you MLS people, ever heard of this?
The school librarian is teaching the Dewey Decimal System to the kids by correlating it to the human body... I'm not sure I've got all of it, but it's something like this:
above the head, 00's, generalities
top of head, 100's (philosophy)
eyes are 200's (religion)
smiling mouth is 300's (social sciences)
mouth is 400's for language
500's is neck (?)
600's is shoulders (human body)
700's is arms (art, physical activity)
800's is the heart (poetry)
900's is the feet (history)
I don't even know where she came up with this, or if it's a really old mnemonic device. I can't find it on the web.
Seems to work for the most part.
above the head, 00's, generalities
top of head, 100's (philosophy)
eyes are 200's (religion)
smiling mouth is 300's (social sciences)
mouth is 400's for language
500's is neck (?)
600's is shoulders (human body)
700's is arms (art, physical activity)
800's is the heart (poetry)
900's is the feet (history)
I don't even know where she came up with this, or if it's a really old mnemonic device. I can't find it on the web.
Seems to work for the most part.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
another favorite site of mine
Even if I don't actually KNOW anyone who cares about this stuff, it's nice to see that there is someone out there who thinks the way I do.
Scroll down far enough, and you'll see what I sent her about the copy of The Cat in the Hat that is in the school library.
I also sent her a picture of a sign in a hospital that says something like: "Please use anti-room door." I think she'll use that one, too.
http://redpeninc.blogspot.com/
Scroll down far enough, and you'll see what I sent her about the copy of The Cat in the Hat that is in the school library.
I also sent her a picture of a sign in a hospital that says something like: "Please use anti-room door." I think she'll use that one, too.
http://redpeninc.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Oh yeah....
I want one, and I'll paint it rainbow colors.
(StairCASE: Ladder & Shelving Unit by Danny Kuo conceptual artist.)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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